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You remembered first meeting Jeorge, and how shocked you had been. He was just… so pretty, you couldn’t help but gape a little. “Don’t go and fall in love with me, now” He joked, but the smile on his face showed he was happy to be here. “I’m Jeorge, an Archanean archer. I’m not sure if I have anything to offer you, but you have my aid.” At the time, you had nodded happily. Your army was just starting out, and you needed all the help you could get. And here you were now, over a year later since and still using him; though, as it would be, you failed to do what he said. Jeorge has taken your heart, plain and simple. You didn’t really mind, though, and rather kept it to yourself. You knew, if you ever had to make these feelings known, Jeorge would be kind about it. You would rather keep these feelings, anyways. They we’re precious to you, and you didn’t want to let it go.
But perhaps you were too obvious about it? Other Heroes took notice of your obvious favoritism towards him, and while somewhere none too pleased to not be getting that attention themselves, others found it cute; especially Jeorge’s own allies, who took every chance to leave you two alone, or get you near each other. Not that you minded, you enjoyed his company but had every intention to keep your feelings to yourself. You wouldn’t sacrifice a perfectly good friendship just because you loved him. You loved him enough to keep things just as they were.
“Summoner, you really like Mister Jeorge, don’t you?” Gordin sat beside you as you watched Jeorge spar with Marth. You turned to him and smiled a little.
“Is it really so obvious, you think?” You mused, glancing back to Jeorge a moment. “I guess I just can’t help myself.”
“Well… I think he cares about you a lot, too. I, uh, tried asking about you to him one day, but I don’t think he really understood what I meant.” Gordin laughed a little, watching the two of them once more. “You two just, make each other very happy, you know? I think that’s why the rest of us try so hard to see the two of you together. You deserve it, and so does he.” You were stilling looking at Gordin, and he glanced back to look at you. “I… want to see him happy, he’s carrying a lot and… well, I guess I just want to see him happy because he helped me become who I am today.” Gordin laughed a little and you smiled.
“As much as I would like to be the one who makes him happy… I don’t know if that’s me.” It seems the two of them had finished sparing, Marth coming out victorious. The two of them approached you and Gordin, only a little wore down from their previous fighting. “Feeling any stronger, you two?” You offered a smile, awaiting a reply.
“Oh, Prince Marth, now that you’re done, Princess Caeda was looking for you!” Gordin abruptly rose from the bench and took Marth by the hand to the exit. “We have to leave now! She said it was urgent!” Marth turned back and offered a wave of sympathy. You and George returned the wave, now returning to each other in the resulting silence.
“It’s nice to be able to spar together like that; I need the practice at close range, and he needs the practice at long distance.” You nodded, sighing a little bit.
“As much as I enjoy your company, I wish everyone would stop leaving us alone together.” You admitted.
“They’ve been doing that?” Jeorge seemed surprised, so you nodded.
“Just now, do you really think Caeda needed to see Marth that urgently?” You laughed. “Or last week, when Jagen just so happened to need Draug and Marth, but not you?” You added. Jeorge nodded slowly, but it still seemed he was obvious to the big picture.
“I wonder why they would do that…” You actually wanted to scream, was he really that dense? Or perhaps he was just focused on other things.
“Jeorge, they think we fancy each other.” You could only laugh as his once again surprised look. “Just now, while you were still fighting Marth, Gordin was telling me about how everyone thinks I make you so happy and all that.”
“He wasn’t lying though, _____” He sat down beside you and took your hands in his. “Remember, when you first summoned me? And you gave me that adorable look of awe?” You nodded shyly, unable to look away from his steady gaze.
“You told me not to fall in love with you…” You repeated.
“I never said I wouldn’t fall in love with you, though.” His smile was so serene, but once again you were left in awe by his words.
“Jeorge… I…” You squeezed his hands a little tighter.
“You have no idea how happy you make me. Helping me grow stronger is one thing, but you’ve done so much more than that in the time I’ve met you.” he smiled a little wider.
“I… have something to admit, then.” You looked away again, but he gave your hands an encouraging squeeze. “I didn’t listen, Jeorge. I feel in love with you, too.”
“And I’m so happy that you did.”