AN: So I found some amazing Inigo/Gerome artwork by gilmobobo on tumblr and then I discovered their hacked S-Support and I'm sorry but I can't help myself at this point!

Song: Mirrors by Justin Timberlake

Pairing: Inigo/Gerome

Inigo

Inigo walked through the outskirts of the camp the Shepherds had made, contemplating the results of his latest efforts to woo a woman. He'd brought Gerome into town, and all the ladies had done was fawn over HIM! The utter indignity of it still frustrated Inigo—why was he, a beacon of desirability, doomed to suffer rejection, doomed to hold the place of second fiddle to someone who utterly didn't care? It didn't make any sense. What was it that everyone loved so much about Gerome? Granted, he was tall, and he did always look mysterious, and Inigo supposed that could be attractive under the right circumstances, but there had to be something else, something new that could potentially be a factor. The ladies didn't just fall over themselves for the tall and mysterious. He had to be missing something that was abundantly obvious to everyone else.

"Hi, Minervykins." Inigo started when he heard the soft greeting; he'd thought he was essentially alone. Why would Cherche be here? But then he realized that the voice was far too deep to be Cherche's, and as he looked over, he saw Gerome, of all people, gently cooing over his wyvern. "You're the most beautiful girl, aren't you? Yes, you are, Minervykins!" The wyvern let out a contented grumble as Gerome stroked her neck, leaning on her side. His hands moved down her back, and Inigo could have sworn that Minerva was smiling in response. And Gerome was smiling as well, a smile that shined even through his mask, soft and loving. Minerva was his world.

It took a moment for Inigo to realize that he'd been staring, but Gerome was so absorbed in Minerva, wholly focused on her, that it really didn't matter. This was nothing like the Gerome he knew—on the battlefield, talking to everyone else, even in the city when they were talking to girls, Gerome was cold. Distant. Now, however…

Quickly, Inigo's attention flicked to himself. Something within his chest ached, and his stomach felt odd. Not a bad odd, not as if he was ill…but different. His heart felt different as well—it was beating fast, like it did when he'd exerted himself or when he was anxious, but no, Inigo had just been standing there, and he wasn't unhappy or under stress. He'd never felt this way before—not for any girl he'd chased. His cheeks were aching—wait, had he been smiling this whole time as he watched Gerome? Inigo started to turn red and departed the scene as quickly as he could without attracting notice. Something was very wrong, and Inigo didn't know what it was. Hopefully it would go away, hopefully it would leave so things made sense again.

When, predictably enough, the feeling did not leave, Inigo decided to sneak out of the camp later at night. Dancing always helped things such as this. When life was confusing, when Inigo didn't know what to do, all he needed to do was dance…and somewhere, in the motion of his body, the world managed to make sense. It worked in the broken future that they'd once inhabited…it would work here. He knew it had to. The clearing he loved, one next to a still pond that made the atmosphere all the more tranquil, was uninhabited as always, and he took up a beginning stance, allowing his muscles and his heart to do the rest. He leapt, turned, spun, did everything just as his mother had taught him. Inigo breathed harder, felt his muscles tense and loosen as they needed to, felt the dance all through his body. His mind drifted away from worldly troubles, departed from his worries and concerns, and the jumble of his thoughts began to organize. As he danced through the clearing, the moon shining down on him and the pool reflecting his movements, Inigo was at peace. So, finally, when it came time for him to stop, he knew what was going on. He wasn't thrilled with it, still hoped it would go away, and didn't know how to deal with it, but at least he had figured out the current situation.

Inigo was falling in love with Gerome.

Gerome

The stars shined brightly as Gerome sat outside, far from camp, contemplating his feelings. Sure, many believed that he had none, but he simply ensured that any emotional expression took place where none could see it. And that brought him into the forest, to his usual deserted place, a tree near a small pond. This morning, he'd had girls falling over themselves to make passes at him, something he hated. And he knew it would happen if he went with Inigo—yet he still wanted to go. Why?

Well, Inigo certainly was a factor, Gerome had to admit.

He acknowledged that he'd had some slight romantic feelings for Inigo a long time ago, but with all the passes he made at women and the sheer lack of attention Inigo paid him, Gerome was fairly sure those feelings remained unrequited. And this was fine. He hadn't allowed the feelings to build to an extent where they couldn't be controlled, and for now, simple friendship seemed to sate the unwarranted desire to be with Inigo. It worked, it functioned. No complaints. Yet, his current behavior didn't make sense. He disliked going to bars in the city, to put it mildly; he disliked being the center of attention (also a great understatement); he really, really disliked being forced to turn down hordes of girls. But he still went out with Inigo anyway. Were Gerome's feelings reaching an unprecedented point? Was it becoming more than idle attraction? He'd need to keep much better stock of this in the future, so as to avoid any potential crises.

And then Inigo emerged from a path, stepping into a clearing that Gerome could see from his spot.

Gerome knew that if he didn't move, he'd be all but invisible to Inigo, so he simply sat and watched, curiously. Why could Inigo have come out into the forest, in the dead of night, all alone? He didn't seem to be the type to practice the introspection that Gerome enjoyed. But it all became clear the moment he started to dance. His body moved perfectly, to an unseen rhythm that Gerome could feel just by watching him, and just like a mirror, the pool reflected all of his movements. The sheer sight of Inigo, his expression utterly serene, his face bathed in gentle moonlight, made Gerome's heart stutter in a way that he had no control of. The perfect motion of Inigo's perfect body made averting his eyes impossible, the way he seemed to defy gravity with every leap transfixed Gerome against his will. Everything seemed to be working against him…yet, as he gently smiled, watching, he didn't really care.

But as it always did, realization slid into the trance Gerome had entered into, and quickly, Gerome knew that what he once had called simple attraction had already transcended that. When had that happened? It didn't really matter. The damage was done. Gerome was completely and utterly in love with Inigo, and that was that.

Dammit, Gerome thought, and resigned himself to his fate as he silently stood and, like a ghost, slipped away.