Edelgard’s nerves are tempting her to retreat. Only for her pride to demand she stays and drives forward. She’s fought in battlefields with near impossible odds against her at every move, and yet... she finds you far more daunting. Not you as an individual, you as the influence you have on her. No one makes her heart stir so great, or for her to hesitate so much. She knows now is the moment, now that you’re both alone, close together as the sun starts to set. It’s when you look at her, waiting, that she finally rallies up the courage to lean across and press her lips to yours.
You should be grateful. Grima can take as they please, knowing a life of great offerings for every whim they could have prior to being summoned to your cause. And yet they are ever patient with you, as it’s clear by how many heroes clamor for shreds of your time that your affection has some merit to it. For a human that it is. But their patience has grown thin, you’re skittish. Letting something as worthless as embarrassment get in the way when they finally seem to get close enough. “Human, come here.” Not this time, they have you to themselves. And when you do come close, you’re being pulled into their lap, a heated kiss only a starting point for the affection they plan on claiming from you.
It should be easy, all Inigo needs to do is ask if he can kiss you. How hard could it be? He can practically tell you anything, from bad jokes which if they don’t make you laugh you at least smile, to whatever is bothering him at the time and when he does you’re always sympathetic. But as he looks between you, your lips and the vacant space behind you, he realises it is in fact quite difficult to ask you such a thing. He’s considering making a quick escape when you start to pout at him. “You know for someone who talks a big game, I’m disappointed that you haven’t asked to kiss me yet.” He sputters an excuse that he was just about to do that, you don’t seem convinced but he doesn’t let it stop him from finally asking you the question. When you say yes, he wastes no time to make his move, all his nerves from earlier spilling away as he kisses you.
Alfonse isn’t normally so forward. It seems that whenever you’re involved impulsiveness becomes an apparent trait in him, to the point that at times his own actions surprise himself. It was coincidental running into you so late, however a moment where it’s just you and him is rare, an opportunity he quickly snatches by asking you to walk with him. You’ve both paused, noting how bright the moon is and as he stares at you, he finds that it’s light behind you has formed a halo. He’s in awe as he reaches out and presses a hand to your face, only becoming aware of his actions after he does so. A silence falls over you both, waiting for a reaction or action from the other. He decides, that since he’s already come this far, to close the gap between you, eventually causing his lips to meet against yours.
