Title: Look at Me
Theme: #47; Persuasion
Game: Fire Emblem: Seisen no Keifu
Characters/Pairings: Levin/Sylvia

"Say, Levin?"

"What is it, Sylv?"

"Somethin' on your mind lately?" Sylvia asked, twirling a strand of long green hair around her finger.

"Why do you ask?" Levin looked at her.

"I dunno. Seems like you've been starin' at me a bit...different lately," the dancer said. "Maybe I'm bein' crazy, but it's like I can feel yer eyes on me, lookin' over every inch of my body..."

Levin almost dropped his spell book.

"You are crazy! I'm lookin' at you the way I always have!" he said.

"Oh, I don't think so," Sylvia giggled. "Those eyes give eeeverything away!"

Levin sighed. Ever since they'd met, she'd been all over him. All because of a few comments he hadn't even meant.

Well, sort of. She was pretty, there was no denying it. But being pretty didn't make up for her personality. She was too much of a flirt for him and was probably just flirting for the sake of it.

Of course, Levin was a flirt too. But that was different.

...Was it?

Great, he thought, now I'm losing concentration. Gotta stop thinking about it.

"Come on, Sylv," he finally said. "Let's get going, we're lagging behind the others as it is." Sylvia pouted, but followed him through the forest anyway.

"You're still looking at me," she said at length.

"I am not!"

"You are too! I can feel it!" Sylvia said. "So what is about me you find so appealin'?"

"Sylv, please."

"No, tell me." Sylvia posed a little. "Is it my beautiful eyes? My wild yet elegant hairstyle? My dazzling smile?"

"Ah, dammit," Levin sighed, finding himself distracted. At this rate they'd never reach the castle in time.

"If not any of those," Sylvia continued, "it must be my irresistible curves! I mean, half the men in the army can't take their eyes off me as I dance!"

Levin gave a short, exasperated laugh.

"Well, you're right about that," he said. "Half the men in this army seem pretty taken with you."

"I knew it!" Sylvia squealed. "So, Levin...might you be one of them? I mean, I have a feeling you are, but I wanna know for sure."

"Why?" Levin asked. "Why are you so obsessed with what I think of you?"

"Because even if our meeting and the things you said to me didn't mean anythin' to you, it meant somethin' to me!" Sylvia said.

"But Sylv, you're just as big of a flirt as I am!" Levin pointed out. Sylvia crossed her arms over her chest.

"I know, but you're different from all those other guys! I really like you, Levin!" she said. "And I know I can't make you feel the same way, but...I can't help trying!"

Levin sighed.

"Look, Sylv...I won't deny it, you ARE a beautiful, sexy girl and I can't blame half the men in this army for being so taken with you," he said.

"So you do notice me!"

"How can I not? You haven't left my side since we joined this army!"

Sylvia looked at him, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

"So what do ya really think of me, aside from my being sexy?" she asked. The bard gave another deep sigh.

She's never gonna let up about it, so I might as well humor her, he thought. "Well...you're not bad with your sword," he said. "I mean, you're not a fighter, but you're not shabby at defending yourself."

"And?" She leaned on his shoulder, her curls brushing his cheek. He gave a small smile.

"Your dance makes me feel energized," he said. Sylvia sighed happily.

"Go on," she purred.

Levin would have gotten fed up and pushed her away, but at that moment, he realized something.

"You know what I really like about you, Sylv?" he asked.

"What is it?"

"You."

Sylvia blinked.

"Me?"

"Your whole personality," Levin said. "Yeah, you're a total flirt and a bit of a brat, and you drive me crazy." He smiled, a real one this time. "And that's why I'm glad I didn't leave you behind."

"So...ya like me because I drive ya crazy?" Sylvia asked.

"Yeah. Life's just more interesting when you're around," Levin said, standing up and wrapping an arm around her waist. Sylvia nearly melted.

"I'm interesting?"

"Yep." Levin grinned. "Interesting with a great figure to boot!" Sylvia blushed.

"Now you're embarrassing me!"

"I am? I could've sworn you loved that kind of attention," Levin said, gently patting her on the butt. Sylvia blushed harder and yelped.

"Eeek! Levin!" She giggled. "You really are a perv, aren't ya?"

"And you're a flirt," Levin said. "By all logic, that means we're perfect for each other, right?"

Sylvia crossed her arms over her chest.

"Do you really mean that, or are you just jerkin' me around again?" she asked.

Levin just smiled, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close.

"Well, I'm not sure...why don't we just stick together and see what happens?" he suggested. Sylvia sighed happily and returned his embrace.

"Sounds good to me."