A/N: Hiiii, people! I'm back! XD;;; But I kinda wrote this just to tell you that I'll be gone all of November because I'm doing NaNoWriMo, so this'll be the last theme for about 30 days before I write for Viva La Vida again and anything else in this fandom.

Happy Halloween, guys!

And this is the first time I've written Genesis in first person. Rejoice. XD;; Anyway, the song for this chapter is "Fall" by Lovehatehero. XD;

So fall asleep in my arms, and fall away from temptation, and fall

XXVI.) True Love

My love is like ice, and I to fire. How comes it then that her cold is so great? It shan't dissolve through my so hot desire, but harder it grows, the more I entreat her. Or how comes it that my exceeding heat is not delayed by her frozen cold, but that I burn much more in boiling sweat and feel my flames augmented manifold? What more miraculous things may be told that fire; which is congealed with senseless cold should kindle fire by wonderful device?

Such is the power of love in gentle mind that can alter the course of kind. The Goddess seems to smile down at my newly-found friend. How can I profess my love for the beautiful woman standing in front of me, cleaning the windows? I cannot yet fathom how The Goddess has allowed me to have such a pretty counterpart to spend my days with... Mireya dear still looks lovely, but her ice makes me freeze in one place. She notices me and turns around, showing me her radiant, beautiful, nervous smile. I playfully smirk at her as I always do, and of course she takes my form of affection the wrong way. She puts her arms down, closing her eyes and returning to her cleaning.

"You're so annoying, Genesis!" she says through clenched teeth, scrubbing the glass even harder. I nod my head slightly at her exclamation, closing my eyes and touching my fingers. "Jeez, you're such an idiot. Don't you have something better to do besides annoy me when I'm trying to clean?" I can't help but chuckle at her accusation; is she being annoyed by my presence? Does she not love me just as I love her? When will we finally come to a mutual agreement about our feelings? I take one step towards her, my smirk never faltering.

"Fair, kind, and true have often lived alone," I say, lost in thought and waving my hand across the air. Mireya turns around and gives me a confused look, dropping her duster and switching her footing. I love it when she asks me questions about the lines that I quote—it's interesting that a woman who hates poetry so much will say she wants me to explain the lines I have just spoken.

"What does that even mean?" she exclaims, getting frustrated. She runs her fingers through her unkempt, blonde hair and stomps on the ground. I chuckle once more. I knew she was going to ask that of me. "Genesis. It's cold and I'm tired and I don't really have time to play with you today. In fact, right after this is over I have to go to a Turk meeting. I'll never get promoted to a full-fledged Turk if you keep confusing me!" She pauses, looking down at the ground and grabbing both of her hands. "...I don't want to be a Junior Turk forever..." She won't be one forever. She shows promise, and even I can see that.

"Let not my love be called idolatry," I declare, grabbing both of her hands. Reluctantly her blue eyes meet with my Mako-infused ones. "Nor my beloved as an idol show, since all alike my songs and praises be to one, of one, still such, and ever so. Kind is my love today, tomorrow kind." I watch her cheeks light up a bright pink before she realizes what is happening. Mireya grits her teeth and tries to pull away from me, but she should know by now that our love is what binds us together, and nothing will tear us apart.

"Shakespeare Boy," she hisses. "If you don't leave me alone..."

"Still constant in a wondrous excellence; therefore, my verse to constancy confined. One thing expressing, leaves out difference. Fair, kind, and true is all my argument. Fair, kind, and true varying to other words. And in this change is my invention spent, three themes in one which wondrous scope affords. Fair, kind, and true have often lived alone, which three till now, never kept seat in one." For some reason, my words seemed to have gotten to her. She stopped frowning at me and blinked two times. I let off a playful smirk, continuing to play in the fair maiden's hair.

"I think I just understood what you said," she murmurs, putting one hand over her head.

"Ah, did you Love?" I ask teasingly, putting my hands on my hips. "Shakespeare usually isn't that easy to decipher."

"Y-yeah..." She took several steps backwards before collapsing into the couch. And like the gentlemen that I am, I walk over to her to make sure she isn't hurt. "I think I need to be taken to a doctor, Genesis!" That's surprising, especially since she's smiling at me now. "You said I was fair, kind, and true. That much I got. Thank you. I really... Appreciate it." I sat down next to her, propping one leg over the other and cupping her chin with my hand. Her getting the message of what I was trying to say makes me proud. Proud that I have a literate companion.

"There may be many flowers in a man's life, but there is only one rose, Mireya."

"Why do you have to compare me to a flower? I hate them, remember Genesis?" she snaps. I can't help but smile. I point at the flowers she has decorating her room and her face flares up.

"Y-you bought me those flowers!" I pat her on top of her head, which makes her flinch.

"Dear sweet Mireya," I start, opening my eyes, "just say you love them."

"No, I refuse to! I don't love the flowers, I love yo—" Before she can finish her sentence she covers her mouth with her hand and turned about three shades of red. I chuckle, tilting my head.

"Love, those who can look at each other and know how the other feels about them knows what true love really is."