Author's note: Hello everybody. This story is a different one. It may take a while for new chapters to be wrote for this. This is my first yaoi anything, so if you have any tips feel free to tell me somehow. Warning: Some moments of heavy cursing will occur, so read if you're okay with that.
Gerome was a man that liked to stay quiet and away from the partying, so when Inigo came bounding towards him one evening. Inigo was almost the complete opposite from the stoic wyvern rider. He was the son of the beautiful dancer Olivia and her silver-haired husband Henry, who scared Gerome to no end. Inigo was a ladies' man, always going to inns to seduce anything that's female and has two legs. Gerome was agrivated by the 20-year-old's antics. He has expressed his distaste to the swordsman multiple times, but the silver-haired man didn't quit. He kept trying to convince him to come with him a time or two, becoming agitated more and more at Gerome each time.
This all changed on Inigo's most recent attempt however. After Gerome's decline for his offer, he simply grabbed the other man around the wrist and dragged him towards the door, not caring who saw his strange action. Gerome dragged his boots in the dirt until the wyvern rider saw it was truly hopeless.
"LET ME GO YOU IDIOT!" Gerome shouted over the shouts of druken men and the sounds of everyday life in the holdfast. Inigo stopped and let go of Gerome's wrist and turned to face him. He looked the other man in the eyes, his blue eyes staring coldly into the other's green. He sighed, "You really aren't social, are ya? I'm sorry, okay? I knew I couldn't get you to come with me unless I used force." He looked at the ground, his smile drooping down. "All I want to do is hang out with someone other than Severa or Lucina or Owain, so I chose you. I don't know why, but you always have this face of grumpiness and brooding."
He looked back up at the other man with his bright blue eyes, and Gerome could tell the man was telling the truth. Then Inigo started laughing and placed his hand on Gerome's shoulder. "Gods, that got sappy fast. I actually am sorry for dragging you here, so let's go get a drink, 'kay?" He started walking towards the tavern they were aproaching earlier, and Gerome ran a hand through his hair and sighed. It can't be that bad right? He hurried after the idiot into the bar.
Business was in full swing when they went in. Barmaids were running between patrons and tables, so Gerome and Inigo had to sit themselves down. It was a small place, just like the town itself. It just looked like a normal was a long, wooden bar spanning across one wall of the retangular room with stools beside it. All around the room was tables with wooden chairs sitting around them. There was a band playing on a raised stage. They were singing a rendition of a Ylissean folk song pretty poorly. They two men sat down at the bar and ordered thier drinks. The bartender poored thier cups and slid them down the bar to them.
After getting thier drinks, Inigo looked at Gerome and smiled goofily. He held up his glass towards the other man. "Here's for good luck tonight!" Gerome sighed. I'll go along with him just for tonight, he thought. He picked up his cup and clanked it against Inigo's. "Cheers," he siad glumly. Inigo tilted his head, clearly confused at Gerome's response. "Hey! I told you to cheer up. We'll never pick up a girl with an attotude like that. You look like you're acting so grey on purpose." His blue eyes lit up. "I know exactly what will make you happy. A woman. Now let's see..."
Inigo looked around the room, looking a suitable woman for the wyvern rider. He finally found one across the room sitting by a window. She had brown hair that was pulled up in a ponytail in the back, and she seemed to be a local. The woman wore simple clothes, much like Gerome and Inigo was wearing. She was sitting alone, slowly sipping her drink as she looked out the window. "There! Over by that window." He pointed at her with a finger. "See her? She looks alone, and she seems to be in a similar mood as you are right now. So go get her!" He pushed Gerome towards the woman's table, and the man seemed to be actually going over to her.
The woman was prettier up close. She had on a purple blouse that had the top button unfastened, giving anybody who as much as looked down a view of her fairly large breasts. She was wearing a skirt that came to her knees, and she had her legs crossed in a polite manner. Gerome was never good with women in the past, so he must've looked like an idiot walking across the room to the woman's table. He aproached her slowly, making sure his clothes were the way he wanted them.
The woman was still looking out the window when Gerome came up to ask her name. He cleared his throat to get her attention, and he suceeded on his first attempt. She looked up at him, and Gerome noticed she had beautiful smoky eyes behind a pair of thin-framed glasses. Gods, she's beautiful! "Uh... Hey there. I saw you from over at the bar, and I thought you looked really beautiful. My idiot teammate convinced me to come over here, so here I am. My name's Gerome." He was very nervous, so he was talking much faster than normal.
She looked Gerome over and smiled. "You've never tried to pick up a lady at a bar, have you?" When his eyes widened, she knew he was correct. His cheeks flushed a deep red. "Don't worry. I was in your shoes before, too. So Gerome, was it? I'm Alice. Nice to meet you have a seat." He sat down very slowly. She thought to herself, Geez, he is nervous. She talked first. "So, you said you have an 'idiot teammate' with you right? What kind of a team are you in? Sport, academic, or something else entirely?"
Gerome looked around the room, searching for said idiot. He found Inigo with a waitress at the conclusion of a failed attempt that was ending with him being slapped across the face. "Yeah he's that poor guy getting slapped over there by that blonde. We're part of a..." How is he going to explain the Shepards to a commoner?
She looked at him with curious exspression. "Part of a what? It can't be bad." He sighed. True we could be traveling clowns for hire or maybe freak show attractions. "Well... We're soldiers in a group of fighters working for the Ylissean military. You may have heard of us. The Shepards?" Her eyes grew twice as big at normal at the last word. "WHAT?! You two are part of the SHEPARDS?" She leaned over the table, giving Gerome a revealing view of Alice's deep cleavage. She whispered in his ear, "You just got a whole lot more interesting." Her hot breath made the hairs on the back of Gerome's neck stand on end. He blushed to the same shade of red as before but for a whole other reason.
show you how a soldier works in bed?" She smiled at his request, but shook her head no. "Sorry, Gerome. No matter how much I'm interested in you, I only want a lasting relationship. The soldier's life isn't suited for that. Maybe find me later? I mean you know where to find me, right?" She finished her drink, and stood up. She started to walk towards the door, but stopped beside Gerome. "I'm sorry I couldn't accept your offer." She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. She whispered in his ear again in a temoting voice, "But I do wish you luck, soldier." She pulled away from him and winked. Then she was off, and Gerome wacthed her swaying hips the whole time she left. He looked back out the window, getting frustrated. Well damnit. There goes possibly the most beautiful woman here. And she's probably the only one that actually wanted a real relationship. Damn! Gerome looked around the room and noticed somethig. He was really enjoying this so far!
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