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[Truthfully speaking, this Ball was nothing more than a glorified dance class in Linhardt's mind. They were practically obligated to attend and partake, dancing with people and exchanging smiles and pleasantries; a ball like this was at least somewhat important to the nobility, Linhardt was sure, but as far as he was concerned? He had no business here, and the first chance he could get out, he took gladly.
He wasn't altogether sure about where to go, honestly; he could certainly just turn in for the night on his bed, or get back to his crest research, but there was another curiosity that he wanted to take a look at; the Goddess Tower. The details were a little fuzzy in Linhardt's mind, but he had heard some so-called rumors about what happened within the tower. Something interesting would happen if two people entered the tower...was it that they would be blessed by the Goddess if they shared a vow, or that they would be cursed for defiling her tower? Linhardt couldn't really recall off the top of his head, as it wasn't a topic that interested him too much, but...well, it was an interesting research opportunity and there was certainly a first time for everything.
But of course, he knew very well he wasn't exactly destined for much in the love department. As far as he was concerned, the Goddess Tower would be a once in a lifetime napping spot, and Linhardt intended to take the bait. It was surprisingly quiet, though he didn't doubt that there were people waiting to come in and try to find their 'true love', as they would likely call it. Linhardt finds his way to a nice spot within the tower, settling himself in for what's likely to be an interesting sleep, if nothing else.
Who knows, maybe he'll get to eavesdrop on some unlucky sap within the tower before he nods off, or perhaps even hear someone find the love of their life. The latter would certainly be a nice thought, for one of the others, perhaps. That would at least be interesting to hear...]
He wasn't altogether sure about where to go, honestly; he could certainly just turn in for the night on his bed, or get back to his crest research, but there was another curiosity that he wanted to take a look at; the Goddess Tower. The details were a little fuzzy in Linhardt's mind, but he had heard some so-called rumors about what happened within the tower. Something interesting would happen if two people entered the tower...was it that they would be blessed by the Goddess if they shared a vow, or that they would be cursed for defiling her tower? Linhardt couldn't really recall off the top of his head, as it wasn't a topic that interested him too much, but...well, it was an interesting research opportunity and there was certainly a first time for everything.
But of course, he knew very well he wasn't exactly destined for much in the love department. As far as he was concerned, the Goddess Tower would be a once in a lifetime napping spot, and Linhardt intended to take the bait. It was surprisingly quiet, though he didn't doubt that there were people waiting to come in and try to find their 'true love', as they would likely call it. Linhardt finds his way to a nice spot within the tower, settling himself in for what's likely to be an interesting sleep, if nothing else.
Who knows, maybe he'll get to eavesdrop on some unlucky sap within the tower before he nods off, or perhaps even hear someone find the love of their life. The latter would certainly be a nice thought, for one of the others, perhaps. That would at least be interesting to hear...]
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Caspar lies dead, and there is nothing that can be done for him now. Whatever happened that led to this, it ended in Caspar dying and that is something Linhardt will never be able to forgive himself for - assuming he's even able to process it to begin with.
He can't say he understands, but he knows enough to know that Linhardt can't be here right now.]
Come with me.
[It's an order, firm and resolute. He doesn't wait for Linhardt to respond, instead he grips the other man's shoulder firmly. He'll turn Linhardt around and pull him close. That hand doesn't move from Linhardt's shoulder as he marches them both forward and away from Caspar's body. It doesn't matter where they go, they just need to be as far away from here - and the battle - as they can get.
There aren't any words. He doesn't have any that could comfort Linhardt and he's not sure the other man is registering much right now anyway.
Hubert brings them to a stop once they've reached one of the fort's towers. This one is empty right now, and the thick stones muffle any sounds of a clash still ongoing outside. They won't be found here for awhile yet, and he can deal with the reports and finishing off the rest of the rebels then. They should all be killed, not routed, but he can't focus on that right now. He can't deal with the things that probably should be his top priority, because Linhardt is...
Well, Linhardt isn't doing much of anything, is he?
Hubert doesn't let go of his shoulder, or try to move away. It's nothing so intimate as a hug, but it's close proximity and for now that's the best he can offer.
Now if only he could keep his hands from shaking.]
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That's all Linhardt can register, really, is that he's moving. He's moving away from the body (Caspar's body), and his mind is playing through every version of the scenario in his head as they walk, replaying the moments again and again, every single thing Linhardt tried to say to get Caspar to stand down and put his lance down, everything that lead up to that sickening crack and the realization that he just murdered his friend in cold blood.
He doesn't even know why they're in the tower when his vision starts to blur, and he comes...well, not back into reality; not yet, at least. It takes a solid several minutes for Linhardt's eyes to not be so wide, practically unseeing, before his expression settles into that weird, unreadable calm that is more concerning than anything, usually. His eyes seem almost...dead, in a way they're usually not; dulled significantly, and looking like they're gazing a thousand miles away.]
...Caspar's dead. He's gone.
[Linhardt's tone is calm, free of any hitches of breath or wavering. It's perhaps unsettling to see, or perhaps a prelude of what's to come as he feels his vision start to blur again, his eyes beginning to shine with a telltale sign that he's about to break.]
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No, someone who can help.
He doesn't have the luxury of that now, and even if he did, he couldn't bear the thought of leaving Linhardt with anyone else right now.]
Yes, he is.
[That's not comforting or helpful. But he sees no reason to shield Linhardt from the truth either.]
Linhardt, what happened was... [necessary] ...an accident. Do you understand?
[It isn't your fault, he wants to say. You did what you had to. Neither of those are helpful.
He never should have had to fight Caspar. He never should have gotten in, or found Linhardt, or forced him into this situation to begin with. He could have killed Linhardt. This shouldn't have happened, he should have never let this happen...
But just as before, the apology he needs to deliver doesn't come. His grip tightens on Linhardt's shoulder.]
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Linhardt gotten so used to the idea of killing others if it was necessary. He'd made his peace with that, with the knowledge that he'd be killing others, but that it would be worth it when the empire's dream came into fruition.
He didn't realize that he never mentally prepared himself for the thought of killing his friends.]
...No. It wasn't an accident.
[There are those calm, even words again. Linhardt blinks and his vision unblurs ever so slightly as a tear falls down his cheek.]
Caspar had gotten into the room where I was sleeping. I don't know how he got in, but he had managed it. It was by luck alone that I avoided him driving a lance into me while I slept.
[...]
I tried to talk to him. I tried to convince him to lay down his weapon. To talk to him and try to get him to back down, so this didn't have to come to bloodshed.
It was the first time we had ever fought. I had hoped he would listen to me.
I tripped. I fell backwards onto the floor, and he intended to finish me off then and there. I raised my hands to defend myself, and...
[...Well, he doesn't have to go much further than that, does he? Honestly, he doesn't even clearly remember the situation, and it's...actually kind of terrifying to him, that one second Caspar was there, and then the next, he was peeling off the wall.
The tears are coming down even harder as Linhardt's gaze goes down to his shaking hands, and he's...never felt this lost before in his life.]
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It doesn't matter what it is, and without really thinking about it, Hubert moves.
He pulls Linhardt close, holding him tightly.]
You did what you had to do to defend yourself. I know that's of no comfort now, but you're still alive.
[The words are soft, almost barely audible.]
I'm afraid I've never been any good at this, and I doubt there's anything I can say that would comfort you now. But I will be right here, for as long as you need me.
[Nothing in the world could tear him away now.]
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[Linhardt isn't honestly sure what to think at first; one second he's staring at his hands, and the next second he feels like he's being pressed into something (something warm, he notes), and it takes a few seconds to properly react, the soft noise escaping Linhardt as he tries to properly understand what just happened.
And...why he feels warm? And almost safe, in a sense, but...
There isn't much of a response for a few moments, but Linhardt's gaze goes up to Hubert when he speaks, and he doesn't know when he started to turn himself a bit in Hubert's grasp, enough so that he could bury his face in the man's chest, but soon he's clinging to Hubert for dear life and Hubert can start to feel Linhardt shuddering.
He doesn't sob. He doesn't bawl, or cry out, or do anything other than cling to the man, his breathing shallow and labored as the tears come down practically as a stream. This is awful, all of this is awful and it's finally hitting him in all of the worst ways and he hates this--]
You're here. You're...here. That's... [Goddess above, his words are shaky, but he's trying.] That's...enough. For me. It always has been.
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Well, there wasn't anything after that. So it's a little strange, but not unwelcome. What's important right now is that he's here for Linhardt.]
I am, and I won't leave. You're safe with me. I will protect you, no matter what.
[It isn't a promise he can make, and they both know it. Were it necessary to send Linhardt to the front lines for Her Majesty to succeed, he would. No, it goes beyond that. Were it necessary to sacrifice Linhardt - or to kill him personally - Hubert would. He absolutely would.
The thought makes him feel sick.
That doesn't matter now, though. Right now, he's here, and Linhardt's here, and nothing in the world is going to come between them. He's safe, he's fine, he's still alive.
His grip tightens.]
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Between that, and the thoughts swirling in his head about the consequences of his actions--House Hevring's relations with House Bergliez are going to become more strained, if not fall apart. Hubert probably has to tell her about this incident, and he doesn't look forward to trying to explain all of this to her. Nor his parents, or anyone who asks, really. It hurts, all of it hurts.
Linhardt does everything he can to try to be less tense, to let himself sink into Hubert's warm, protective grasp. He feels so safe and sound; at least here in his arms, nothing will come between them. No soldiers, no rebels, no red haired nobles with an inability to have any tact--]
Don't you dare leave me behind.
[Linhardt knows he can't order Hubert around, and that fate isn't as easy to order as either of them think, but...
He needs this, right now.]
...I can't lose you, Hubert. I want to be strong enough to protect you, too...I know I must become that strong. But...please...
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[That is somehow even less of a promise he can keep. If it were up to him, he'd lock Linhardt away somewhere no one could hurt him, somewhere he wouldn't have to see the fighting or the injuries and death in the aftermath. He'd be safe and secure and he could have all day to research or nap or do whatever he wanted.
But it isn't up to Hubert, and Linhardt is very useful. His Faith magic will undoubtedly prove indispensable on the battlefield, and yet the very idea of putting Linhardt in the middle of that sends chills down his spine.
He's so close to sorting this all out. He has the last piece of the puzzle - he's had it for some time now - all he needs to do is put it into place and he'll understand everything there is to about his relationship with Linhardt.
But just like every time before, he refuses. Now isn't the time.]
You will not lose me. Nothing in this world could stop me from helping fulfill Her Majesty's ambitions. I will not die on you, I promise.
[That's also something he can't promise, and they both know it. But he feels more confident in giving that answer. Battles are unpredictable, but he's usually an excellent tactician with exceptionally dangerous long range magic. He should be fine. There shouldn't be any reason to worry.]
I don't ever want you to have to see battle. I don't need you to be my shield, I need you to be safe.
[Is that admitting too much? He shouldn't bring his personal feelings into this, should he?]
I don't know where I'd be without you, Linhardt.
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It's leaving Linhardt surprisingly vulnerable, if he wasn't already; he's so used to being able to pinpoint these sort of things. He's been used to hypotheses, being able to see where point A meets point B and so forth, and yet the strange thoughts and feelings that churn through him--it's too much. All of it's slowly becoming too much for him, and Linhardt clings just a bit tighter and shudders. Everything's just too much, and his heart threatens to beat out of his chest. He's not sure if Hubert can hear it, but...
Linhardt finally moves his head a bit, and he looks up at Hubert after finally falling...well, somewhat still, the shaking not abating entirely. His eyes are still a little dull and unfocused, and his face is red from crying in earnest for the first time in years.]
I...don't know where I would be without you either, Hubert. The thought of such a thing...it scares me. I don't even want to think about how facing this without you would be. You've become someone indispensable to me.
[...His head winds up going back down, attempting to rest against Hubert in a way that allows one of his ears to lay against his chest. It's strange to seek it out, he's sure, but he's trying to hear Hubert's heart. If he can't, he can't though, and he'll move his head out of the way.]
It's...why I want us to be able to create this world that Her Majesty seeks. I want us to be able visit one another, without the need to prepare for battle; perhaps to read together, or perhaps to fish...or even work together to bring prosperity...
[He sounds like he's starting to doze off, regardless of where his head lies. He's so tired after all of these emotions. He wants them all to quiet down, to run away for a little while longer from this, even if he knows it isn't feasible.
There's something in his tone when he speaks again; it's not quite determination, but...it sounds like there's something there. The kindling of a small fire.]
...I have to face this, Hubert. I know I do, in order to help you both bring about that future. [...] I...I want to. Even if I don't know how.
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But Linhardt chose them - chose him - and here they are now. Even though it's difficult, and even though he's terrified of losing Linhardt, he wouldn't have it any other way.]
...I'm proud of you.
[Praise isn't exactly uncommon from Hubert - at least not to those who have earned it - but it's not often he phrases it like this.]
You've become so focused and so strong. You've already been through far too much, and yet you still stand firm with us.
You don't have to know exactly what to do. That's my job. Yours is to support us, to handle the things Her Majesty and I cannot. I have difficulty imagining how this war would be going were you not here for us.
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It's amazing what four little words can do to him--warmth floods his face, and it reddens further than what his crying had done to him. It's almost embarrassing, but those words of praise...they mean so much to him, since he knows Hubert is so honest. It makes him happy--enough to shudder, just a bit, before easing and closing his eyes in contentment.]
...Thank you. It means the world to me to hear you say that...to hear that my efforts haven't been for naught. If it means that this world will be beautiful, when this is all over...I'll do whatever it takes. I'll support you both however I can--however you both wish me too.
[His words are almost reverent in nature; how could they not, at this point? He's never been one to dedicate himself to anything that didn't earn his interest or his passion, and it's safe to say that this cause has earned both.
It takes a couple of minutes, for Linhardt to speak once he's said that much; the next words are a lot more drowsy, as if he's starting to drift off.]
...You truly are so incredibly warm...
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[He's absolutely convinced of that. It's good to hear Linhardt is too. He's always known that Linhardt will follow what passion consumes him, it's just good to see he's put it toward something so useful.
He shifts a little at Linhardt's words, his hands finding Linhardt's lower back to support him in case he does end up drifting off.]
I am human, you know. I'm not quite sure what else you were expecting.
[It's gentle, and Linhardt can likely hear the laughter in the words. It's certainly never bothered him before.]
Go ahead and rest. I'll be here for you when you wake.
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it seems after all of this time, hubert finally fucking won out, that's it, that's their a supportOh, that feels nice...Linhardt allows himself to lean a little more against Hubert, in that case, as he doe what he can to fall asleep. To think months ago, that Hubert recoiled so harshly when he had done it unintentionally...Linhardt kind of finally sees why his subconscious self wanted to doze off against Hubert. For a man who carves a blood red path, he's a wonderful pillow.]
I wasn't expecting you to be so comfortable...it's very nice...
[Sleep addles his voice a bit as sleep finds him; there's some mumbled words before he falls asleep, very soft, but...]
It feels...rather like home...
[...And perhaps to his credit, Linhardt doesn't stir at all while he sleeps. He's far too comfortable to.]
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can't believe it took them this long to reach the a supportHome, huh... Considering the home Linhardt came from, he can only consider that a compliment. It's comforting to have Linhardt pressed against him like this, where he will be safe from harm - from anything. In the end, the person Hubert trusts the most is himself, and Linhardt is safest by his side.
But he can't forget the rest of the world forever, and once Linhardt has nodded off, he moves to lift the other man and carry him back to his quarters. Under most circumstances, he would have taken Linhardt to his own; he could carry out his work from there and have all his supplies at the ready to draft a letter to Her Majesty and the local lords, but Linhardt will want to be around familiar surroundings when he awakes.
And most importantly, he'll want his bear by his side.
So he takes Linhardt back to his room, and regrettably has to leave for a bit once he's done with that. Caspar's body has already been moved, the bloodstains scrubbed clean. The battle's already over, the rebellion quelled and the fort is silent once again. It's foolish to think that this will be the end of it, and Hubert has plenty of work to do now.
But he can take care of that in Linhardt's room; once he's settled everything he needs to with his commanders, he gathers what he needs from his own room and moves into Linhardt's.
It's a bit strange that only around a month ago he was doing exactly this in Linhardt's room at the academy. It feels like it's been such a long time. So much has changed. The world isn't the same place it once was, and it's all because of Her Majesty.
...No, that isn't fair. Her Majesty is the public figure that pushes this war forward, but they wouldn't have gotten this far without his help and Linhardt's. He meant what he said - Linhardt is an indispensable part of the team.
Things may not get easier from here on out, but as long as Linhardt's by his side, he has no doubts that he can face anything.]
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Things are taking shape in all of the best ways, and Linhardt is more than happy to be at the center of it all; to help usher forth a new era for all of Fodlan.
Even he is human at the end of the day, however; he still naps whenever able, he still gets absorbed into things that he's doing to the point he might lose sleep over it, but he has been becoming more responsible, for both himself and in general. But even moreso, he misses those he's close to. That, however, was easily remedied; the letters he kept between Hubert were more than enough to keep that at bay.
He enjoyed keeping letters between Hubert; the code that the two of them kept for the sake of their communications was something Linhardt found a bit silly from time to time, but he honestly started to enjoy it the more he wrote with it. It was almost fun to utilize it, Linhardt found, and the messages that they sent back and forth between each other allowed them to keep tabs on each other and happenings in their territories. It proved they were still alive, and still working to keep their promises.
Linhardt had to admit, he looked forward to each one...and found himself saving each letter with a smile. His parents did tease a little bit, not knowing who the letters were coming from but being supportive...in a weird fashion (did they think he'd found a spouse??? couldn't he just communicate with his friend in peace?), but he kept the letters close at hand and kept prompt communications when he wasn't busy.
It's not until a summons from Edelgard that he manages to see the man again; it was meant to be a meeting of the minds, in some sense. It was almost like a roundtable meeting, and it was actually quite good to see some of the others again, seeing the subtle changes that time had imposed on them and himself.
Linhardt does wind up speaking with Edelgard herself for a bit, but she seems incredibly busy; it's on her suggestion that he seeks out Hubert while she works (though he's somewhat curious about the vaguely knowing look on her face? it almost looks annoyed, at least somewhat, but she all but pushes him out the door when he asks if there's anything he can assist with), and gives Linhardt directions where to go, since he's...not very familiar with the area, perhaps surprisingly.
The capitol is a rather grand place, he has to admit, but even with directions, Linhardt winds up getting very, very lost; he's mostly just attempting to find where ever he apparently needs to go, but he's also looking for Hubert just in general. He doesn't assume the man has changed too much, at least...
Linhardt himself has changed some; most of his clothing items are a nice, dark shade of green, and he looks almost scholarly now. His hair is ever well kept, though it's grown out some as well; it almost reaches his shoulders, barely beginning to drape over them. Of course, it's in that weirdly moody state where he's not sure how he wants to style it, but it's fine...he can deal with that in the future, maybe.
...As it stands, he's got plenty to deal with in the present because dear gods he's lost.]
Was it this way...? No, no, perhaps it was that way--
[He did not anticipate getting this lost.
(Edelgard possibly did. Hopefully.)]
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Of course, that doesn't mean his job is easy or safe. He's seen plenty of battles, and always come out on top. The red path he's cut through the kingdom in the name of Her Majesty's conquest is almost astounding, but considering just how many people he has at his disposal, it isn't surprising.
War is second nature to Hubert. He was never cut out to be a student at Garreg Mach, but commanding troops on a battlefield is something that comes so easily to him it's a bit frightening. Perhaps that's why Lady Edelgard allows him to work without interruption for the most part. He would prefer to be by her side and she knows it, so when she calls him back to the capital, he is all to eager to return.
Lady Edelgard isn't the only person he's missed, however. Linhardt is perpetually in his thoughts and whenever he has a spare moment to himself, he works on his letters. There isn't always important information to send, but even if the letters were nothing but updates on his battles, he would send them.
...After at least two or three revisions, of course. He cannot let any valuable information slip, but even more than that, he wouldn't wish to write anything that might upset or concern Linhardt. He misses his friend - so much it's almost painful.
But all that ends today. He's just arrived back in the capital and met with Her Majesty. Lady Edelgard had to dismiss him early, and gave him the very confusing hint that Linhardt was probably lost in the capital.
Considering how safe it is, there's no reason to worry about Linhardt being assassinated or anything of the sort, but his steps are still quick as he leaves.
He finds Linhardt near the gardens - a showy and bright display of flowers and nature fit perfectly into the front of a large stretch of shops and the like. The whole thing has never been of any interest to him, but he isn't surprised that Linhardt has found his way here. The place is always bustling and full of people, but at this time of day most of them are beginning to head home for the evening.]
Did Her Majesty direct you to the tea house? She's quite fond of it.
[He sounds faintly amused as he approaches, but his footsteps slow as he catches sight of Linhardt.
It's only been six months, and yet his friend has changed so much. The outfit is new - and it's as breathtaking on him as the one he wore to that party Ferdinand's father hosted so long ago. He looks positively scholarly, like he'd be perfectly at home in a library studying the hours away. His hair has grown out too, Hubert notes. It isn't styled the same way as it used to be, and while his old hairstyle was very cute, this one makes him look positively breathtaking.
Hubert has to remember to breathe.
Of course, Linhardt isn't the only one who has changed over the past six months. Hubert has changed his hairstyle as well - cutting it much shorter instead. He still has his bangs styled over his right eye, but they get in his way less than they used to and occasionally it's even possible to see that there's a perfectly functional eye under there, he just does it for the aesthetic. Speaking of aesthetic, he's traded out the academy uniform for something more military in design, but still taking cues from his mage classes. It isn't a uniform, but there are definitely military inspirations in the jacket's design. The cape is just to make him look more intimidating.]
...It's good to see you again, Linhardt.
[His voice thankfully does not reflect any of his inner thoughts, though the pause does last for far too long.]
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Linhardt winds up turning almost immediately, his eyes catching sight of Hubert and he has to make sure he's not seeing things. The way his hair is cut...the outfit, that cape, all of it--it's actually gorgeous? Is that a word he could use to properly describe Hubert? Linhardt tries to think of other words, coming back to dashing and lovely, and that doesn't exactly help matters in the slightest. Linhardt finds himself staring too, so at the very least, the pause isn't so awkward because even Linhardt is struck by how he looks.
Linhardt has to try to remember to speak (and get the thoughts of Hubert as a tall, dark, mysterious vampire out of his head, because he makes the look surprisingly attractive), but he at least collects his thoughts and bows with some noble bearing and elegance to collect himself.]
So I was going in the proper direction! And here I had been worried that I was getting mindlessly lost in the Capitol...
[He picks himself up shortly after saying that, a smile coming easily onto his face.]
As it is you, my friend. It truly has been far too long since we've seen each other face to face...are you faring well?
[...They can talk about the tea house in a bit, he's gladly taking this excuse to just. Stare at Hubert gladly. He's not sure what is going on with his feelings, but he's actually enjoying it instead of being worried about it.]
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[He inclines his head a bit to indicate the general direction, but he makes no move to usher Linhardt along. They're alone here, and the sooner they start moving, the sooner he has to stop staring at Linhardt, which is clearly unacceptable.]
I am, yes. The trip back was as pleasant as any trip could be, and completely uneventful. It was almost too boring.
[It's clearly a joke, because he's pretty sure Linhardt wouldn't appreciate hearing him say he would have preferred a rebel attack or a bandit raid.]
And you? It seems you aren't very familiar with the capital.
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[Linhardt absolutely makes no move to leave, however; that would involve leaving Hubert and no??? Absolutely not??? He doesn't wanna take his eyes off of Hubert, honestly. He's glad that Hubert's trip went so well, at the very least; no issues are good issues, as far as Linhardt is concerned.]
Oh, much the same for myself. I did sneak a nice nap along the way, however...really, I may need to ask Her Majesty if she would mind too terribly if I could utilize this place to nap deeply for a time. It's so wonderfully pleasant...
[Ah, but he is getting sidetracked. He looks a little sheepish when he addresses his lack of familiarity with the capital.]
That obvious? I'm afraid that I don't know my way around here very well. It's a very easy place to get lost in... [Linhardt pauses for a moment, as if considering his actions.] I'm afraid I may have to seek some help in wandering about.
[...there is a slight hint to his tone.]
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Well, if you're in need of a guide, I suppose I could offer my services.
[you guys really think you're so slick, huh]
I'm sure Her Majesty wouldn't mind if you found some nice spots to nap here; your work has been incredibly important to her and I'm sure you could use a break every so often.
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Why, it would be a great honor to be guided by you. It would be simply delightful...
[He'll even offer Hubert a hand to take, to guide him around.]
Her Majesty is quite kindly, then; I should make the most of such an esteemed privilege... [Linhardt smiles, though.] But not a second before we've had the chance to catch up. Do lead the way, won't you?
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Of course. Do try not to get lost again.
[It's teasing, though... Anyway, the tea house isn't all that far away, around the back of a larger building. There's a small pond here, with a pretty little sitting area out back of the tea house.]
I'm sure Her Majesty directed you here because she thought you'd like the scenery - or at least find the area acceptable to nap in.
[it's not because it's romantic of course]
It's nice enough, though I've never been fond of tea.
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[He only complains a little bit, sounding more amused than anything as Hubert leads him to the tea house. Quite frankly, it's even more beautiful than he could have imagined; he knew the capital had incredible landscaping, but this was breathtaking...]
...Oh, it's more than acceptable.
[Linhardt seems genuinely in awe of it, really. Of course, once he properly gets his bearings, he gently pulls Hubert and gestures for him to follow.]
Well, we don't need tea to simply have a wonderful time enjoying the scenery, do we? [ah yes, Linhardt Brand Forward Invitations] Join me, won't you?
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Of course I will. You don't need to ask.
[...Partially because Linhardt's tugging on his hand and partially because he wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now. He follows easily, to wherever Linhardt wishes to lead.]
The tea house should still be open, if you want some. I have no complaints with enjoying the scenery without tea, however.
[It's nice to see Linhardt practically light up on seeing the place, but honestly he's more interested in watching Linhardt than looking at the scenery.]
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