Wil was jealous. He paced back and forth.

"How could she do this to me!?"

His rampant pacing back and forth did nothing to changed the fact that, right now, at the camp fire, Sain and Rebecca were flirting.

"Oh Sain! You're so gallant... so strong! Not like that wimpy archer!"

Rebecca seemed to stressed "wimpy" just so Wil could hear it.

"Arrgh!!" Wil thought. "Can't he see she's only using him to get to me?"

"I am strong!" Sain laughed.

"If that's how she'll play, two can play at this game! Yes, that's it! It was so simple, why didn't I think of it sooner? All I have to do is flirt with another girl within hearing distance. Then she'll see..." Wil chuckled at the thought.

"but who? Who would make Rebecca jealous? Isadora? She's too old. Lyn? Lady Lyndis has been kind for me... she helped me write a letter... and I imagine Hector will have something to said about that matter."

It was common knowledge to everyone but the two, that Lyndis and Hector were unusually close.

"Serra? too annoying... Priscilla... too unapproachable... Farina would probably charge me to flirt with her. Fiora is too mature... Florina? too timid..."

Wil pondered the last bit again.

"Wait, too timid isn't bad... in fact, it might be exactly what I'm looking for"

He eyed the camp up and down, looking for a head of light purple hair, Florina's most defining trait. Florina was sitting at a little encampment, three sitting logs surrounded a small fire, where Florina was intently stirring the contents of a stew. She was sitting by herself, somewhat removed from everyone else. Florina had this peculiar trait were she was unusually timid around men. In addition, she also had an extreme fright of archers. Will happened to be a man... AND an Archer. She would be doubly afraid of him.

"She's alone... perfect! And it looks like she's preparing a small dinner." Wil's stomach growled. Wil thought about how hungry he was. "While I'm at it, maybe I can get her to share some with me." Wil thought about it a bit more. He was still hot-headed from jealousy. "Now or never." He stomped over towards Florina.

"Hiya! Mind if I sit here?"
"eeep." Florina was caught off guard. She dropped the spoon. The pot almost tipped over.
"ahhh, hot!" She burnt her fingers.

Wil forcibly sat down on the same log she was sitting on and quickly set the small pot upright. Then, he smoothly grabbed her burnt fingers, which she was caressing.

"You know what's also hot, Florina?" He looked into her eyes.
"My love..." he continued, again, his eyes stared intently at her.
Florina stared back, before quickly shifting her eyes to the floor, blushing uncontrollably.
"for soup!" Will finished. "Do you mind if I have some?"
"y-yeah... sure!" Florina quickly withdrew her hand from his, and grabbed a wooden bowl.

"w-why is he here!? Sisters save me!" Florina thought to herself.

"I made some for my sisters... b-but I made extra... there should be enough..." She handed the bowl to Will, her hands were trembling. "H-here."

Wil reached for the bowl, and for that brief moment, their hands touched. For this brief moment they were linked. Her trembling hands, all her fears and insecurities at this current moment transferred through their fingertips. Like a splash of cold water, Wil's anxious temperament was disarmed. Suddenly, forcing Florina into his plan didn't seem like such a good idea any more.

"What am I doing?" He thought. "To get her involved in my little love troubles... And to take her food! I'm being selfish."

"T-thank you."

Will was quickly alerted at how his voice became meek as well. For a while, the two sat in silence, sipping the soup slowly, using the spoon for the bigger chunks of potatoes and meat.

"too close! too close!" Unbeknownst to Wil, Florina had been busying herself, slowly edging away from Wil who was sitting on the same log she was. Wil didn't seem to notice.

"this is really good." He looked up, and only now realized how far away she was.

"t-thank you." she replied meekly.

"now if you're done... shoo shoo..."she thought.

"I-I'm sorry to trouble you." Wil thought about just leaving then and there. But no, he had to somehow return the favor for the trouble. He eyed her little encampment up and down and then spotted her spear. She had some sharpening tools strewn about.

"Oh, were you sharpening your spear?"

"y-yes..." she said timidly. She immediately regretted her answer, however. She sensed another "conversation" coming.

"uh oh... maybe I should have said no?"

"Here, give that to me. There's a special technique that I use for sharpening my arrows. Easy insertion, easy removal. I'm sure you'll find it useful too."

Florina didn't say anything. She handed him her spear. Wil was acting so meek, it almost made her comfortable. Florina started to remember her special training from Serra.

"You are an insect! A disgusting one at that. Yes you are! I am looking at you... with disgust!" And with that she made her best mean face. "And If he wants to do a little work... why not?" she thought.

Her hands were somewhat trembling still when she handed the spear to him. He looked at her quizzically, as if to question her strange face, which didn't look mean or threatening at all.

"Are you alright?" he said. "She's staring at me... she's kinda cute when she does that" He blushed at the thought.

She didn't expect his reaction. It caused her to blush again. She quickly averted her eyes to the floor. Again, the two sat in silence for awhile. Wil sharpened her spear in silence, trying to keep his mind off the awkwardness. The little chips in the blade... the scratches...

Florina, meanwhile, chalked up the courage to make more varieties of mean faces. However, from Wil's peripheral vision all he could see was that she was staring at him, very intently. Occasionally, Florina shifted her focus to his handiwork.

"What could he be doing that can brush off my best mean stares?"

She stared at him so much, she didn't notice his handiwork was quite impressive. She did notice, however, for the first time, that Wil was quite handsome. His flowing amber hair... his eyes... She leaned a bit closer, and closer. She wanted to study his features more closely.

"Why didn't I notice before? He's kinda handsome..."

Soon, the whole distance of the log had been traversed, and she was sitting right beside him, completely oblivious to the fact that she was sitting next to a man, let alone an archer.

"And done" Wil said with a satisfied grin. Florina snapped back. "Easy insertion, easy removal... for when you impale your victim in the... innards..." Wil shuddered at the thought. Their work wasn't glorious.

Wil now eyed Florina's sisters approaching in the distance.

"It looks like your sisters are here. I'll leave you alone... sorry to trouble you."

"i-it was no trouble!" she blurted out.

And off Wil went.

"T-thanks for the... spear..." She only now noticed the spear... All the chinks and scratches were gone. It was really impressive.

"What is this feeling?"

Farina and Fiora finally arrived.

"Who was that?"

"that was Wil..." she said, pensively.

"He's got some guts, to approach my sister so casually! I'll make him pay... literally" Farina said cooly, then chuckled to herself. Of course, Farina was seriously considering it.

"that's nice. Florina, did you make a new friend?" Fiora interrupted after an awkward pause.

"... yesss... I think I did. What! Why are you smiling. It's not like that!" Florina snapped, but she was blushing and smiling.
"Or at least I don't think it was like that..."


Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem or any of the characters.

Hi everyone. So, here's my debut story. I've read many stories on this site through the years (as a kinda lurker). I've also written stories before but I've always kept them to myself. Now I'm ready to move to the next level. To have them critiqued by anonymous people on the internet. Please read and review. And thanks.