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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...]

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[There's a light in the room. It's an entirely too faint to be something like a candle, Linhardt justifies to himself, so he knows that the ghost is in the room with him.

That's great! Spectacular! Absolutely wonderful! He's trapped in the library with a ghost and it's getting closer, those soft steps are getting closer and he doesn't have much time to make his peace with this. He's going to die if the ghost finds him. He's going to die and there isn't a soul (hah) who can save him in here. He's gonna probably join the ghost in this fate of haunting the library forever, isn't he?

No. No, he can't do that! He can't just give up like this! Linhardt doesn't want to die and join the spirits of the damned; he still has a whole world left to create, doesn't he? He has to survive. He has to. He has to make them all proud--make Hubert proud, if nothing else. He can't exactly do that when he's dead, at any rate. If he wants to live...he has to try to face this head on.

Linhardt waits until the footsteps feel close enough, gripping the book in his hands tightly. He's still too afraid to face the ghost head on, so he's relying entirely on sound for this; he waits, and waits, shuddering slightly as he prepares to throw this book with all of the strength he can muster, in the hope that it distracts them for long enough so he can flee to the safety of his room. Maybe even get some help.

Once the ghost is in what Linhardt hopes to be striking distance, Linhardt comes out from hiding and proceeds to yeet the book directly at the ghost.]

Leave this place at once!

[...Of course, there are two problems; one, Linhardt's strength isn't exactly the best, so the book is not likely to travel too far. And two...well, he's relying solely on sound, rather than actually looking the so-called evil in the face. There's. A very strong possibility he just chucked that book in the entirely wrong direction.

Which Linhardt doesn't even realize, because once the book is thrown, he's attempting to run as fast as humanly possible out of the library. Of course, his eyes are still shut, so he's very likely going to run into and hit his head on something, so he. Might need a bit of help, um.

...Sorry Hubert, hopefully you don't get a book to the face???]

Edited (you know what, dialogue might help) 2019-08-21 22:13 (UTC)

[Is that breathing he hears? It must be, so as predicted, Linhardt is still in here. He doesn't sound like he's asleep, though... Hubert approaches and suddenly two things happen at once.

The first is that a book is launched at him and smacks him directly over his right eye. It wasn't thrown with enough force to seriously injure him but the startled noise he makes at that causes him to lose his grip on the candle and it falls to the floor.

The second is that something soft and person-shaped collides with him and Hubert sighs before reaching out to grab the person by the shoulders.]

I can certainly say that's the most rude way I've ever been greeted.

[He doesn't need the light to know who it is, and a smile's already beginning to tug at the corners of his mouth.]

Good evening, Linhardt.

[Linhardt doesn't register the startled noise at first, so when Linhardt feels his shoulders getting gripped and held into place, for a second, he believes that's it. The ghosts have finally caught him, he's going to be dragged to the spirit world for all eternity and never be able to nap freely again--

And then he finally hears Hubert's voice, and Linhardt's eyes snap open, startled. Wait, when did Hubert get in here?]

Hubert? I can't say I expected you to be in here this late at night...

[Linhardt tries to will down his slightly shaky tone, so Hubert doesn't have to worry. It's fine, it's totally fine, no problems here. Certainly nothing is wrong.

...Of course, that's before he looks at Hubert's face, and he suddenly feels himself growing several shades paler.]

...I wasn't expecting anyone to be in here at all, so I thought that there may have been...

[He trails off there, but. Well. This is suddenly exceedingly awkward.]

No, never mind that. Did you get hurt?

[...Please tell him he didn't legit take out your eye...]

[Oh, that's...

To be honest, he wasn't entirely sure what to expect from Linhardt after getting smacked in the face with a book, but somehow fear wasn't it. Hubert quirks an eyebrow, but otherwise doesn't comment on it. Yet, at least.]

No, I'm not hurt.

[...his hair is covering that side of his face so even if he was, it'd be impossible to tell. But he probably wouldn't be this calm if you took out his eye?? Probably. This is Hubert we're talking about, so who knows.]

It's not like you to get this worked up. Did something happen?

[Small mercies, at least. He was tempted to push Hubert's bangs out of the way to check, but Linhardt at least trusts Hubert to tell him if he's hurt or not.

...The question though, ugh. Linhardt jolts a bit before forcing himself to settle, shaking his head.]

Nothing at all. I had simply fallen asleep in here and woke to the sound of footsteps...I wasn't sure what to think of them.

[...wait, no, that'll just raise more questions, try to deflect--]

Who to think they were, rather--whether they be friend or foe. I don't usually stay in here this late, after all...

[...Huh.]

Did you think there was an intruder? Surely no one could make it all the way up here without someone catching sight of them. We have patrols all night...

[He's already busy thinking about ways to step up security, not necessarily because it's needed, but to help Linhardt sleep easier. It's not like it would hurt to have more patrols, anyway.]

Well, the footsteps I heard were rather quiet...I wasn't sure if they were the sound of someone attempting to sneak about, or something more frightening than that.

[Linhardt eases, at any rate. Surely this is fine, he can avoid stating his stupid fears and we can all be on our way. Totally!! He's not just trying to avoid the subject, no sir.]

Perhaps more security would be more prudent, however. [...He does kind of look out towards the hallway, a slightly dismayed look crossing his face at the thought of navigating the monastery alone for a moment.] For now, however...could I perhaps ask a favor of you?

[It was definitely something more frightening than that, tbh.]

Certainly. I'll speak to Her Majesty about increasing the number of guards and patrols; the last thing we need is for anyone to slip in here undetected.

[He inclines his head a bit at Linhardt's question.]

What is it?

[Nothing more frightening than seeing the actual vampire at night!!]

As prudent as ever, Hubert. You have my thanks.

[Linhardt's look winds up going away from Hubert when he asks his question, as if a touch sheepish.]

Would you accompany me back to my room? I must admit, I do feel rather uneasy after all of that. I would feel much safer with you walking beside me.

[Linhardt figures that won't get any questioning! ...He hopes it won't, dear gods please let this be a quiet walk and not just a fucking hell walk with everything setting him on edge.

(It's gonna be a hell walk with sounds and everything setting him on edge.)]

[He smiles at that, before leaning over to pick up the candle.]

Of course, Linhardt. I didn't mean to startle you so badly.

[It isn't really an apology, but it's still difficult for him to manage those. Instead, he offers his friend his arm.]

I'll be right here on the off-chance that someone has managed to sneak onto the grounds. I won't let anyone or anything hurt you.

[It's simply said, and one would be forgiven for taking it entirely at face value.

The slight smirk is probably an indication that there's more to it than that.]

...Don't fret over it too much, it's quite fine. [Linhardt sighs a bit, though there's a slight smile when he looks back at Hubert.] I should apologize for rather intimately acquainting that book with your face, instead. That was rather rash...

[He'll gladly take Hubert's offered arm, clinging perhaps a bit too much--as long as Hubert's here, no ghosts will frighten him. None. Nada.

...

Hey wait a minute, Linhardt winds up looking at Hubert with a slightly confused expression, though his eyes are a little narrowed.]

I--I don't believe I ever said anything about things hurting me, Hubert... [There's a very slight pout in his expression, before he makes it settle back into something more neutral. Just. Just ignore that slight stutter.] ...But I appreciate the sentiment, and your support. Shall we be off?

[does he gotta keep an eye on your shady ass...]

Edited 2019-08-21 23:57 (UTC)

Oh, I know you didn't. But I suppose I'd serve as enough of a precaution for anything that would try, wouldn't I?

[He's definitely smirking now, but the words are gentle teasing, nothing more. He's content to lead Linhardt back toward the stairs, and then down them.]

I...suppose you are correct in that regard...

[Linhardt feels the heat rising to his cheeks. This man has him all figured out, doesn't he? Linhardt was honestly hoping he wouldn't have to confront it in more detailed terms, but maybe this will just be a normal trip down the hallways of the damned before getting back into his room.

...Well, maybe not, considering how Linhardt's looking around the stairwell as they walk, and just. Generally kind of being antsy and nervous. Trying to ignore that smirk and the weirdly foreboding feeling it brings. The teasing is making his cheeks turn pink, but surely that's fine!!]

I'm really not worried about anything coming out and trying to harm us, however. [That's said a bit too fast, and unconvincingly.] I sincerely doubt that something could manage to get the better of you, of all people. Whatever tried would have to make a true effort towards hurting either of us, I'm sure.

I can reassure you that nothing will happen to you while I'm by your side.

[Linhardt's just so cute... how is he supposed to refrain from a bit of teasing...]

If something else is troubling you, you can tell me.

[Honestly, it's what Linhardt deserves for all of the teasing he's inflicted on Hubert, but come on--he's at least reassured by that much, if nothing else, but not enough to talk...]

It's nothing. It's nothing at all, it's...

[...Mmm, well, okay, maybe he can relent a bit. Even if he's still looking around like he's expecting something to pop out at him...]

...It's simply that I've never been too fond of wandering about the monastery at night. It simply has a bit of an eerie air to it.

[It's a start?]

I thought that might be it.

[He's pretty sure there's more to it than that, but he can understand that Linhardt doesn't want to get into it.]

The monastery is impressively old, and being alone at night here can certainly be unsettling. [for people who are not him, of course] I'll escort you back to your room, and if you need it at any other time, I certainly don't mind.

[...Those words are kind of comforting, at the very least. Linhardt almost wants to lean his head against Hubert's arm as they walk, and he almost does before he jolts himself back to simply being upright. It's fine. All of it's fine, really.]

...I truly do appreciate that, Hubert, and I may take you up on that in future endeavors. I really have never liked walking through this place at night; it always puts me on edge, and I usually try to avoid having to do such a thing. It's too much of a hassle for something that could easily be done in the morning...

[...]

That isn't...all it is, however. Could I ask you to promise not to find it silly if I divulge another reason I don't like walking through here at night?

[He draws them to a stop at Linhardt's question, turning to look at his dear friend.]

I promise you I won't find it silly. If it bothers you this badly, it isn't silly.

[He means it, though his smile is still just a touch too knowing.]

[...Some part of Linhardt thinks that Hubert already has an idea of what he's about to say, as he stops them both--he's not entirely sure he likes being so obvious, but at least it's to Hubert, of all people.

Maybe it can be a little bit acceptable, though Linhardt does kind of just. Close his eyes and try to not jump when the wind whistles outside, almost like a--]

...I rather deeply dislike ghosts.

[Not "I'm afraid of ghosts.". Not even "I'm terrified of ghosts.". Just. A simple deep dislike. Though Linhardt's mostly just trying to save his pride at this point.]

I have ever since I was a child, really. All of the stories I had heard about them were rather hideous things, and they stuck with me in ways I truly didn't appreciate. The idea of meeting one, knowing well they could be real? Is... [He pauses, trying for a wording that doesn't compromise his pride, and...] ...something I'd rather avoid, at all costs. It'd simply be a bother to deal with something like that.

[...He says, as if Hubert will understand what he means. Even if the admission isn't entirely truthful--likely easily told by how Linhardt isn't even looking at Hubert--he's. Definitely trying at any rate.]

That's why it's simply so...troublesome to come out at night.

I understand.

[It's gentle, not pitying or dismissive at all.]

There are some things you cannot help but find difficult to deal with. It can be frustrating to find yourself facing those things - or even just the possibility of facing them.

You aren't alone in facing them, however. I will always be right here by your side and I would gladly fight off any ghosts that dare disturb you.

[It's light, though still not teasing. He pauses for a moment, though.]

I... am afraid that some of the monastery's ghost stories may have been partially my fault. As you noticed, I'm usually very quiet when moving around, and I do tend to stick to the shadows...

[whoops????]

I know there was one story Mercedes often told about a spectral figure of death who could be seen sweeping across the grounds late at night... I never did correct her, though.

[oh my god.]

...Thank you for that. If you keep that up, I may just never leave your side. Not if you're going to make assurances like that.

[It's pretty genuine despite the almost mirthful tone that he speaks with. Linhardt sometimes wonders how he got so lucky to have someone like Hubert as his friend...honestly, it makes him smile a bit. The assurance is nice, as well, even if he...hasn't actually stated his fear...

...He has a feeling that Hubert knows, though, and his head leans for a second like he's about to, before his head snaps up at that next bit. Hey, wait a second--]

You're the one who Mercedes spoke of in those terrifying stories?

[oh my god???]

Those stories were utterly nightmarish! Truly, that was mostly because Mercedes was...rather good at telling those stories, for a certain value of good since they were so bone chilling, but... [...Linhardt thinks about that more, before shaking his head.] ...Well, I certainly understand where she got the inspiration for said stories from now. She always made that ghost out to be such a ghastly figure, who would take you to the underworld if he found you...who would chase you down, no matter what...really, she almost seemed to enjoy how much she frightened others...

[Linhardt shivers a bit. Okay, maybe it's not just. Dislike that he has for ghost. It's about the closest Linhardt will get to admitting his fear for such things, but at least it's. Somewhat on the table.

...But you know, Linhardt does seem slightly more at ease after a few moments.]

...But I suppose I should be thankful; that does mean at least one of those stories that everyone talks about so much is completely false.

[It gets him to laugh, softly at least.]

I'm flattered to know you completely fell for my nightmarish presence and personality.

[...He meant that as in "thinking he was a ghost" not... falling in love with...

Um. Right. Moving on before that gets weird—]

You don't have to worry. If there are any monastery ghosts - and I highly doubt it, since I haven't run into any during my nighttime walks - they won't dare get near you as long as I'm here. I'd imagine I'm the scariest thing in these walls, wouldn't you agree?

[Oh my god? Linhardt has to take a moment, before he covers his mouth with his free hand, muffling the bit of laughter that comes from him--that's making his chest do something weird and he honestly likes it for once.]

If anyone was going to be our mysterious figure, I'm glad it wound up being you.

[There's not even a lick of embarrassment in those words, That's Just Facts(TM). Delivered in true Linhardt von Hevring forward fashion. Hubert may be intimidating as all hell but Linhardt knows no fear now.

Of course, he does look to Hubert at the next bit, though, the laughter becoming a little more free.]

Well, of course you're the scariest thing within these walls. You're like a talisman that wards off evil spirits--they wouldn't dare to come near you. Not unless they want to be shown true fear.

[Linhardt smiles at that, but come on, let's start walking again.]

I suppose I can add that as another of the many reasons I like to spend time around you...

I'm flattered.

[His smile is a bit easier now, more open than he'd usually let anyone see. Most people can't set him at ease like this anyway.

It shouldn't be too much trouble to make it back to the dorms and upstairs to Linhardt's room, but he's not in any rush.]

I'm pleased to know my intimidating appearance and demeanor continue to work in my favor. It takes quite a bit of planning to come off this menacing, you know.

[Neither is Linhardt, at any rate. He's more than content to take this slow, even once they get outside--even if the whistling wind does cause him to jump a bit, perhaps clinging tighter to Hubert as they walk.]

Really now, it takes that much planning? Would you be so kind as to share some of your secrets? I am most curious about what lengths you go to...

[dark hubie share the forbidden secrets to looking like a menacing creature of the night]

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