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"Gerome!"
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"Gerome!"
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"Hey, have you seen Gerome?" A pigtailed girl called to Morgan, who was attempting to read a book on strategies.
"Sorry Severa, I haven't," the budding tactician half-heartedly shook her head.
The mercenary let out a long sigh. "Your brother can be so annoying!" She stamped her foot and stalked away, muttering. Her long, orange hair swishing behind her. The two were courting, however it seemed that Gerome hardly made time for her as of late. The sun was dipping below the horizon when she had almost completed her fourth lap around the camp looking for the elusive wyvern rider. She had finally found him near the outskirts of camp, in a deep conversation with his father. Severa groaned, it was rare to see Gerome talk so openly with anyone, let alone his father. So the last thing she wanted to do was to interrupt. The mercenary spun around and began to walk way.
"Severa?" A low voice asked.
Said woman spun 180 degrees around again, facing the, now staring wyvern rider and tactician. The former looked quite flushed and was avoiding her gaze.
"I have been looking for you for ages! Why are you avoiding me?" She snapped.
"...Whelp. That's my cue to leave. Good luck son!" Robin awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck at that last statement. With a quick glance from Gerome to Severa, he fled.
The latter scowled at the army's tactician, crossing her arms she focused her glare back on her partner. "Well?"
"I...uh...um.."
Cordelia's future daughter's scowl deepened at seeing his loss of words.
The masked man took a deep breath, "Alright. I was planning on making this more romantic, but here I go." His husky voice shook slightly. He removed his mask, the man wanted to look her in the eye.
Severa's scowl disappeared from her face to be replaced with astonishment as Gerome slowly knelt down on his left knee, reaching for his pocket. He grabbed a small object- a simple silver ring with a small, orange sapphire, the shape of a teardrop, residing in the middle- from his pocket. He held the ring with his index finger and thumb. With his left hand he reached for Severa's, grabbing it, he entwined their fingers together. "Severa, I love you, and I'm sorry I have been avoiding you. It pains me to see you upset. But I have been trying to work up the courage to ask you something." He gulped. "I'm a simple man, I don't have much, but I promise to protect you and to make you happy for the rest of your life. Severa. Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife. Will you marry me?"
Gerome's heart raced at her silence. What if she says no?! He began to worry, but then he saw tears forming in her eyes.
She was desperately trying not to cry. "Yes, yes and yes!" She exclaimed, the tears threatening to fall. "Gawds Gerome, of course I will."
The man slowly brought her left hand closer to him, where he slid the ring on her slender finger. After he had finished, the wyvern rider raised himself to his feet. He cupped Severa's face in his hand and leaned forward, stealing her lips with his own. His right arm snaked around her waist while his left hand continued to caress her cheek. The mercenary's hands were settled on his chest. Severa gently pulled away from the kiss, glancing at the ring on her finger.
"Hey, I just realised. The sapphire is the same colour as my hair." She giggled.
Gerome smirked. "I know, that's why I chose it."
"Clever." She kissed him again, a smile plastered on both of their faces. Their intimate moment was interrupted by a large tongue being swiped on the side of Severa's face. She backed away abruptly before glancing around. She sighed with a smile. "Aww, Minerva, you're such a cutie! Now I know what Gerome goes on about." Minerva made a sound of agreement. She nuzzled into Severa as she was continued to be petted. "Looks like we're stuck with each now, ain't that right Minervykins?" she giggled at the nickname a Gerome always used for his wyvern.
The rider smirked again, closing the distance between himself and his fiancé he picked her up and place her on Minerva's saddle, despite her protests. He shoved his mask in his pocket and mounted his wyvern aswell. He sat behind Severa and wrapped his arms around her side so he could hold her and Minerva's reigns at the same time. "Minerva, up."
"W-wait!" The mercenary's voice rose as Minerva flew up steeply, lifting her two passengers high into the sky. She squeezed her eyes closed. Eventually she felt Minerva stop her sharp ascent and fly straight.
"Hey Severa, open your eyes." Gerome chuckled as she slowly cracked on eyelid open. Both then shot open as she gawked at the scene.
They were flying in the clouds. The dying sun stained the sky vibrant red and orange hues. The evening breeze gently whipping at their faces. "Oh Gerome, it's so beautiful!"
"Hmph perhaps, but it cannot even compare to your beauty dearest Severa." He gave her a loving smile. "I love you and I always will."
She turned her body around carefully so she didn't fall off the wyvern. "I love you too Gerome." She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing their faces close together. She passionately pressed their lips together. The wyvern rider placed his arms on her waist, hands still clenched around his mount's reigns. Severa pulled away from the kiss and rested her forehead against his. "Gerome, your such a suck-up!" She murmured playfully.
He chuckled lowly and kissed her again. A smile apparent on both of the newly engaged couples' faces as they thought of the wonderful years to come.
A/N: Cuties! c: I love this pairing so much. They are surprisingly hard to write about though. Ah well I managed to finish in the end. Hope you like this chapter, pease review if you did, or if you have some advice. *all is appreciated :3*