A/N: Okay, first Fire Emblem fic. :3 Hope you enjoy, and please leave a review. I've been working on this for a long time, believe it or not, even though it's so short.
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Soren gripped the quill in his hand tighter and sneered at the ledger under its point. For all his attempts at being apathetic, he hated that simple things could get under his skin. With more force than necessary, he threw the quill into the inkwell and buried his face in his hands, attempting to compose himself. The image of Ike speaking with Elincia was plastered to the inside of his eyelids. The two were laughing and her hand was on Ike's arm…
Soren let out a long breath. Jealousy was a sick, deprived, vampire of an emotion that was often felt by those with high insecurities. Although he would have liked to have felt he was immune to such things, he was, without a doubt, jealous. It was a terrible feeling. He rubbed his face quickly as he heard footsteps outside his door, placing back on his emotionless mask. Grabbing the quill from the inkwell, he began writing once again.
The person outside his door didn't bother knocking before they entered the room, and Soren didn't need to turn around to see who it was. He said nothing.
"Hey Soren," Ike started, taking a seat next to the tactician. "What are you doing holed up in here?"
"I'm working Ike," came Soren's short reply. Ike was silent for a moment.
"Soren, are you mad about something?" he asked. Damn it, Soren thought. How did he do that?
"No," the mage said, keeping his tone smooth and even. "What makes you think that I'm angry?" Ike didn't respond. Instead he moved his chair closer to Soren's and brushed strands of hair from the younger man's eyes.
"What's wrong?" he inquired, his voice honey-sweet. Soren blushed softly, a light shade of pink that would not have been noticed on anyone else but was bright against his porcelain skin. He grumbled something under his breath, and Ike waited expectantly. Soren exhaled sharply.
"I have a lot of work to do, there's no time for trivial conversations about my mood."
"It's not trivial. Come on, Soren; just tell me what's wrong." Soren felt his resolve crumble.
"You and the princess," he said simply. He was both surprised and irritated when Ike barked a laugh.
"Soren, are you jealous of Elincia?" he chuckled. Soren knit his brows together in a frown. Turning from Ike, he faced the wall, hoping the other man would get the hint and leave. Sometimes he gave Ike too much credit. The mercenary leader placed a hand to the younger man's face, turning back to him.
"You know you're everything to me," Ike said, staring deeply into Soren's crimson eyes. The young tactician looked to the ground.
"Yes, but you're even more to me." The words were soft, pathetic. Soren regretted them. It was slip up, a blip of emotion not meant for anyone's ears, especially Ike's; not that it was in anyway a secret that Soren needed Ike more than Ike needed Soren.
Ike leaned forward and lightly kissed Soren's lips.
"You don't need to worry," he said, keeping their faces just an inch apart. "You're all I'll ever want." Soren nodded, not sure he could stop from feeling so jealous again, but believing Ike's words. And Ike was all he'd ever want as well.
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Oh Lord. This is the worst ending I have ever written. But this fic has been sitting on my computer for months unfinished and I am going to post it. I AM. Anyway, I hope it didn't totally fail. Be nice even if I did. Please leave a review.
-K.H. Wright