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[hevring]

[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...]

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[...Linhardt will honestly take what he can get, at this point, it's better than having sweets shoved in his face.

.......Okay, realistically, only mildly better but look, Linhardt has weaknesses okay--]

This war is likely going to continue for a long while yet. Between the stalemates and the nobles seeming to rile up at every opportunity--I'll explain in a while, but needless to say, if you haven't heard, House Varley isn't pleased with recent events, but I digress--we've much work to do for Her Majesty. I know well that such a thing could likely only bring us more pain, should we pursue it to it's logical conclusion; be it from us worrying over one another, or the nobility attempting to use us to their advantage. Tactically, it is sound to avoid such a thing...

[Linhardt speaks of the elephant in the room so clinically that it almost sounds like a disease.]

...So let us avoid it, for now. Not shelve it completely, but avoid it; let us come back to it once our war is won, when we can truly bask in the new world that we have created. Where we may be able to pursue what we wish, and where we may see where it takes us, if anywhere at all. Perhaps we can see properly if this will hold true, until the end.

And when we come to a conclusion together...let us meet in the Goddess Tower again, to discuss our findings.

Would that be acceptable?

[darkseal]

[Linhardt hasn't given up on him. That's perhaps the most baffling thing he's heard in awhile, and for a moment his expression is openly confused before he manages to wrestle it back under control. He listens, and he doesn't interrupt.

The Goddess Tower, huh...? Linhardt had gotten his wish, hadn't he? What a silly thing to be thinking right now...]

I'd like that. You're right - there's far too much at stake here right now. There's plenty we have left to do, and once Her Majesty has succeeded in winning this war... then we can discuss it.

[It's a good offer, a safe one. He's comfortable in agreeing to it. But something still causes him to hesitate.]

...Would you prefer to... remain distant until that point?

[...this is the most round-about way to ask "are we still friends".]

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Yes; those are my exact thoughts.

[Linhardt smiles a bit, glad that Hubert is understanding him clearly. But then comes the true question.

Linhardt knows he should offer it some consideration; consideration for the walls he's built up, ones that are slowly crumbling after such an open question. His resolve has always broken so easily when near Hubert...

Linhardt winds up holding out one of his hands.]

Hm, no. I'd like to close some of that distance, if you would be so inclined.

[darkseal]

[Hubert smiles at that; it's not quite as open as it's been in the past, but it's certainly an expression he hasn't worn in four years. He approaches, taking Linhardt's offered hand all too easily.]

What I did to you was unforgivable. I don't expect you to trust me after that.

[The words are soft but not upset. These are just facts.]

Thank you for allowing me another chance. I doubt I could ever thank you enough for it.

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[Linhardt grips on Hubert's hand as he says that much, the walls practically crumbling down to nothing. He is so weak. So weak.

He still loves this man, even if he's just gotta shove those feelings aside for now. He can deal with them later.]

We've much time to make up, you know. I've wanted to speak to you again like this for so long, but...even I did not know how to go about it.

...Thank you for humoring me.

[darkseal]

You have my apologies. I'm sorry I hurt you.

[...Oh.

Oh!!! Look at that, he did it...]

Ah, I... wasn't expecting that.

[He just... kind of said it?? No hesitation or fumbling or anything??? Witchcraft.]

[hevring]

[!!!!!

It's an actual fucking miracle, he said it!!

And honestly, his reaction actually makes Linhardt use his free hand to muffle his laughter, goddess above--]

You make it sound like you've never apologized a day in your life, Hubert!

[is this, dare he thinks even if he doesn't have a concept for this sort of thing, moe]

[darkseal]

[no!!!!!!]

Well, I certainly don't make a habit of it.

[oh my god.]

It isn't as though I usually need to.

[that is a fucking lie

Anyway, he's kind of trying not to die, please don't make this awkward...]

[hevring]

[yes!!!!!!!!]

That might be the most adorable thing I've ever heard...

[what was that, make it worse

if you insist!!!

(there are literally people dying outside you two, oh my god???)]

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...Why are you like this.

[It's not even a question. He's just resigned to this being his punishment. He deserves it. But also: please??? do not????

(now is exactly the wrong time but hey it's fine at least we're making up????)]

[hevring]

It's simply an observation, Hubert.

[Beat.]

And it's one I don't necessarily hear you denying...

[darkseal]

I assumed the denial was implied...

[ohhhhhh my god, just let him turn away and hide the lower half of his face behind a hand, he isn't blushing that's just your imagination.]

[hevring]

[accept your punishment hubie!!!]

But I thought you were getting so good at stating your intentions. Besides, it's hard to argue with the facts, isn't it? Especially the ones laid out before me. Like those pink cheeks of yours, for example...

[Linhardt might actually be enjoying this. A lot, honestly.]

[darkseal]

[blushing intensifies]

You're absolutely merciless. How long do you plan to keep going?

[he is gonna die, lin, please]

[hevring]

Well, if I tell you the answer, you'll stop doing it. I remember the last time this happened quite well, after all. And truly, until it stops being so fascinating.

[Linhardt does try to move from the bed a bit, at least enough to try to lean over to remove the hand hiding half of Hubert's face so he can see it.

He's fully expecting Hubert to make him stay in the bed, but he's gotta try!!]

[darkseal]

[Oh hey look, something else to focus on!!]

Oh no you don't. You're not moving until your leg is fully healed.

[And back you go, he'll push Linhardt back into the bed and keep his hands on the other man's shoulders to keep him there.

(He's definitely still red, okay.)]

[hevring]

Oh, what ever will I do...

[There's a glimmer in his eyes as Hubert does that, as if the man has fallen for his trap while he stares at Hubert's face. Just as planned.]

But I suppose my hypothesis is correct; your face is much cuter when you're not hiding it.

[listen. he's had four years to stew on this shit and he's having the time of his life. don't take this from him!!]

[darkseal]

[hubert von vestra walked right into an ambush and was brutally slaughtered, can i get an f]

I— Cute, of all things...

[He's going to move to sit in the chair over here and. try not to die of embarrassment. That's giving Linhardt entirely too much satisfaction so he won't do it!!

(He's totally doing it.)]

[hevring]

[do we respect this man enough to press f for him, is the real question

Either way, Linhardt chuckles and lets himself sort of. Flop back on the bed. It does sound like the fighting is dying down out there, but only barely...hopefully that's a good thing.

...But still--]

Is it really so bad to call it like it is, Hubert? I would think that you might respect that.

[he says, all too knowing about how embarrassing this is]

[darkseal]

[stop stop he's already dead!!!]

I could respect it were it not aimed at me.

[At least he's honest...

Anyway, he leans back a bit in his chair, crossing one leg over the other and folding his hands on his knee. He seems to have settled a bit, at least.]

If you're done teasing me for now, are you in any pain?

[He figures Linhardt isn't, but he wants to check, and he should probably head back outside to make sure the battle has ended as predicted. Not that he wants to leave, of course...]

[hevring]

Just a little sore, but that's nothing that can't be rested off. And I promise you, I will. So...please don't worry for me.

[Linhardt knows. He smiles, though.]

...Bring them crushing victory, Hubert. I know you can do it.

[Go go, fight the power!! Wait, aren't we the power, this seems wrong.]

[darkseal]

[It gets him to smile as well, before he carefully composes the expression into something more neutral.]

I can't promise I won't worry about you. But I promise I'll destroy anyone who remains.

[...hubert do you ever think about how terrifying you are??]

I'll be by to check on you as soon as I have a chance. Until then, get some rest.

[hevring]

I shall do so, then.

[Linhardt gets himself comfortable on the cot and lets himself drift off, then.

...A silent part of him hopes that one of his own soldiers will be able to bring his bags up to his room, he doesn't...wanna have the humiliation of trying to explain to Hubert that he kept Nyx for all this goddamn time, but even that drifts as he conks the fuck out.]

[darkseal]

[The Alliance is crushed - the soldiers left are wiped out. It's a brutal victory, but it leaves no room for the Alliance to counterattack any time soon.

Of course, Hubert has more things to worry about. He does have plenty of other things to attend to before he can return to Linhardt, and it's fairly late by the time he's able to make his way to the infirmary. He realizes about halfway there that he... never asked anyone to bring Linhardt his things...

So he goes and retrieves them himself, though uh... Well, he's very careful when he brings Nyx with him (and tries not to think too much about it).

How are you doing, Linhardt? Hopefully you haven't been too bored here... He'll head on in with all your stuff packed neatly up, as well as Nyx carefully tucked under his arm, of course.]

[hevring]

[Not really, actually--he at least made a decent attempt at sleeping, but honestly, he was far too worried about Hubert to actually get some decent shut eye. That, and well, he may still have some lingering paranoia of his own to sort through about falling asleep here; surely, it'll be fine though.

(He tries not to be too embarrassed when he sees Nyx in Hubert's arms--she's definitely had more wear and tear over the years that's been messily stitched back together, but it's fine, it's totally fine.)

Either way, a few days will pass, and Linhardt's leg is at least starting to heal a bit. He still has some of his subordinates bring him various letters and the like while he heals up, mostly to give him something to do, as much as some of the letters fill him with annoyance. Ugh. House Varley really isn't calming down, and House Bergliez is being annoying as ever--among other things.

Linhardt's putting some of his letters aside for now, simply to work while Hubert works over yonder.]

I can't stand these people, sometimes. It's as if they're genuinely looking to start trouble all of the time...

[uuuugh--]

I trust that your work is perhaps going a bit more smoothly?