Note: This fanfiction has homosexual content.
It was hard not to admire the gorgeous green head and golden eyes. One of Bern's finest. Er... Former finest--he was a deserter, after all. Lord Hector, against the wishes of Lord Eliwood and Lady Lyndis, had decided to treat us with sweets before we set out to our doom, so we were enjoying the peace while it lasted. But I never would have imagined Heath to be the iced cream type. Especially not with Lady Vaida in our midst.
He looked up at me with a simple, accusatory, "What?" effectively reminding me that I was staring.
"Nothing," I assured, watching his tongue dart out to catch the melting cream. I duck-walked closer, hoping it would dribble down his chin a second time so that I might catch it for him. Always on the defensive he drew back as I had forward, but not near as far as I had advanced. Just a little closer, and I could--
"If you want it so bad, you can have it," he grumbled flatly, and thrust the waffle cone into my hands.