WARNING EXTREME FLUFF!

I got this idea one night, out of the blue and I just had to write it. I took the balcony scene from "Romeo and Juliet" and made it Valduggery! YAY! This was SOOO much fun to write and I'm thinking of doing more with other scenes from Shakespeare plays and other characters if I get good reviews on this. I know that there's most likely grammar/punctuation mistakes throughout this, even though I tried to get rid of most of them. It's just really really hard to turn poetic lines into paragraphs. Well, tell me what you think please even if it's extremely cheesy. Hope you enjoy!

P.S. I have ran out of ideas for this fanfic series. So if you have an idea or pairing (friendship or romantic) you want me to write about, comment and tell me and I'll try to write them for you. Thanks guys! 3

I watch her as she appears above me in her window, beauty shining like a night sky. Valkyrie Cain, the maiden I love looks at a delicate flower. "But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Valkyrie is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon," I whisper to myself, unable to hold in the love I have for this girl.

"Who is already sick and pale with grief? That thou her maid art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious.

Her vestal livery is but sick and green and none but fools do wear it. Cast it off, it is my lady, O, it is my love!

"O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business. Do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars.

"As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!

O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!"

I hear her sigh as if she is deep in thought. "Ay me," she says softly.

She speaks and I quietly plead; "O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head. As is a winged messenger of heaven unto the white-upturned wondering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him. When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air."

It is now that my plea is answered. "O Skulduggery, Skulduggery! Wherefore art thou Skulduggery? Deny thy past and refuse thy magic. Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Necromancer."

I want to speak to her, but shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

Valkyrie continues to speak and I am whisked away by her words. "'Tis but thy magic that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Necromancer. What's Necromancy? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other power! What's in a power?

"That which we call magic by any other name would feel as strong. So Skulduggery would, were he not Elemental call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes. Without that title. Skulduggery, doff thy magic. And for that magic which is no part of thee. Take all myself."

I take hold of the vines on the wall next to her window. Slowly I climb up saying; "I take thee at thy word. Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized. Henceforth I never will be Elemental."

She gasps and looks down at me. Her beautiful face shining in the faint light of the night. "What sorcerer art thou that, thus bescreeed in night, so stumblest on my counsel?"

I look at her and say; "By magic I know not how to tell thee who I am: My magic, dear saint, is hateful to myself, because it is an enemy to thee. Had I it written, I would tear the word."

I can practically see her thinking about what I have just said. "My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words of thy tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound. Art thou not Skulduggery, and an Elemental?"

"Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike."

"How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb. And the place death, considering what thou art. If any of my kind find thee here."

"With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls. For stony limits cannot hold love out, and what love can do that dares love attempt; Therefore thy kind are no let to me."

Her voice gets soft with sadness and worry. "If they do see thee, they will murder thee."

I stand on the ledge before her and put my hand on her chin to lift her eyes. "Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye than twenty of their swords. Look thou but sweet, and I am proof against their enmity."

"I would not for the world they saw thee here."

"I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight. And but thou love me, let them find me here. My life were better ended by their hate, than death prorogued, wanting of thy love."

"By whose direction found'st thou out this place?"

I put my hand on her cheek and tell her; "By love, who first did prompt me to inquire; He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.

I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far as that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea. I would adventure for such merchandise." She smiles slightly at this.

"Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek for that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny what I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' and I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st.

"Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries. Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle, Skulduggery, if thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully. Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, so thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Elemental, I am too fond, and therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true than those that have more cunning to be strange.

"I should have been more strange. I must confess, but that thou overheard'st, here I was ware, my true love's passion: therefore pardon me, and not impute this yielding to light love, which the dark night hath so discovered." If I had a heart, it would have skipped a beat at her words.

"Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear that tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—"

She quickly cuts me off. Urgency fills voice, "O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb. Lest that thy love prove likewise variable."

"What shall I swear by?" I ask her gently.

"Do not swear at all! Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, which is the god of my idolatry, and I'll believe thee."

"If my heart's dear love—"

Again, she cuts me off. That's going to get annoying if she keeps doing that to me. "Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night. It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be. Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest come to thy heart as that within my breast!"

I look at her, feeling sad that she ended our night like that. "O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?" I ask teasingly.

"What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?"

"The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine."

She sighs and chuckles a bit. "I gave thee mine before thou didst request it and yet I would it were to give again."

"Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?"

She kisses me on my teeth and I can't help but to wish I had lips to kiss her back.

When she breaks the kiss, she quietly whispers, "But to be frank, and give it thee again," She kisses me again. "And yet I wish but for the thing I have. My bounty is as boundless as the sea," Another kiss. "My love as deep; the more I give to thee. The more I have, for both are infinite." I wrap my arms around her thin waist and let her kiss me again and again.

"Valkyrie?" I hear a British female voice call. I look at the window and Valkyrie sighs.

"I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu! Anon, good nurse! Sweet Elemental, be true." She kisses me once more and then says, "Stay but a little, I will come again."

"Skulduggery? Skulduggery?" My niece calls to our friend. I look at her and she looks at me then back to the skeleton that was "meditating" on the floor of my study. "Gordon, tell me again why he's "meditating" in here."

"We were talking and he sort of drifted off," I say meekly. I see her look down at her friend.

"You're weird, Skulduggery," she says to him. Then, she walks out calling; "When he wakes up call me please!" I watch her and can't help but smile. Those two would make one hell of a couple.