[There were a great many things that Linhardt didn't understand in life. As someone who bounced from interest to interest, it was something of a hobby to gain new understanding over these things that remained a mystery to him, in the hopes that it would at least occupy his time until he got bored of it. At the very least, Crest research has served him well due to the many mysteries that come with it; it's an all encompassing subject for Linhardt, and one he doesn't want to take his eyes off of for a moment.
It starts with a casual jape from Caspar, as it always does. That if there's one thing Linhardt could never understand, it's love. Linhardt was more than prepared to fire back that he doubted Caspar understood it either, but something in the way his friend said those words ignited something resembling a competitive fire in him. And so, the bet was established.
Find a date by the end of the month, or he was going to prove Caspar right. Linhardt accepted the challenge, fully intending to research all there was about love and just what one does to make others fall in love. Of course, Linhardt had plenty of other work to do, for both the academy and his own studies, so he was more than content to research it in his spare time. And of course, as he researched it, he found that it was...a lot more complicated than he thought. Genuinely so. Linhardt didn't have a clue as to what all of these gestures could MEAN, what reactions they elicited from the smitten party, why those reactions came to be...
And before Linhardt knew it, it was nearing the end of the month, and time was running short. But he certainly wasn't going to prove Caspar right, was he? No, he couldn't. And thus, Linhardt was willing to resort to the lowest tactic of all.
Cheating. Or, well, cheating at love. Surely if he found a suitable date to agree to this, then he'd be off the hook and perhaps...maybe even he could understand love. Hm. Well, it was worth a shot, and he has been trying to keep an eye on Hubert and Edelgard both since Hubert collapsed a while back...surely he could get Hubert to agree. It wasn't like they would have to do this for long, really. Maybe just a couple of months to form a hypothesis, and to prove Caspar wrong and win the bet.
It was worth a shot, at any rate. And it's what sees Linhardt in the library, eyes coming upon Hubert. He certainly was still spending quite a bit of time in here, but Linhardt didn't want to start this off on the wrong foot. Linhardt walks up to Hubert easily, though.]
Ah, Hubert. I don't suppose I could have a moment of your time?
[There's nothing to it. Linhardt just doesn't want to spring this on someone he can halfway tolerate now; they can save more public gestures for later, if Hubert agrees.]
[There's so much to do before Lady Edelgard takes the throne. Given her... relationship with Lorenz, she's busy playing the part of a normal schoolgirl, which leaves Hubert handling most of the research and background work. Not that he minds - this is the area he's best at, after all. But it still does trouble him that he can't be in multiple places at once; he really would prefer to keep an eye on Lady Edelgard while she spends time with that buffoon, and then there's the problem of Linhardt...
Linhardt is easily one of the smartest in their class, and if they have to worry about anyone figuring things out, it's Linhardt. Sure, he's usually lazy and doesn't have much of a reason to investigate them intensely, so they've assumed they'll be safe... But Hubert's noticed Linhardt's been working on something lately. He seems to constantly be around observing people - and quite often Lady Edelgard is one of them. It's certainly possible that Linhardt's stumbled on something related to his crest research that just so happens to line up in such a way, but Hubert isn't one to assume such things. So it falls to him to keep an eye on Linhardt as well.
Today he's been prioritizing the former over the latter; he does still have quite a few records to research to see if there's any other holes he can exploit in the monastery's defenses when it comes time for the Empire to march. But here's Linhardt, and Hubert carefully sets the book aside as the other mage approaches. Considering it's just some dusty old tome on the monastery itself, it shouldn't be too suspicious.]
Of course. Would you care to speak here, or...?
[He inclines his head a bit toward the door, just in case Linhardt would prefer more privacy. Not that the library's ever all that busy around this time of day anyway, of course.]
[Sure this place isn't populated as much right now, but he's not gonna risk the rumor hounds ratting him out to Caspar!! He'd lose the bet if he did!!
Either way, Linhardt will lead Hubert out toward the door, then--he's none the wiser to whatever Hubert's been reading, not having spared the book even one glance. Once they're somewhere...well, somewhat private in the hall, Linhardt sighs.]
I would like to ask for your assistance in the research I am undertaking--ah, nothing related to crests, of course. I'm well aware you don't possess one. [tactless as ever, lin] But there has been something else that has been vexing me, and I think you might be just the person to assist me in such matters.
[Hubert nods at that, and only takes a moment to put the book back before joining Linhardt in the hall. There aren't usually many people up here unless they're going to the library, so at this time of day the hallway is deserted.
He isn't particularly surprised at Linhardt's blunt and rather rude remark, but it isn't as though Hubert's ever been bothered by not having a crest. The Vestra family has always been rather lucky in that they're in a strange position where a crest has never been necessary for their lineage, so the remark is little more than a mild annoyance at worst. He does raise his visible eyebrow, but doesn't interrupt.]
That depends on what it is you want me to assist with, precisely.
[He is really not here to become Linhardt's test subject for whatever he may have up his sleeve, but this is admittedly a fantastic way to keep an eye on him. Perhaps this will at least confirm whether or not Linhardt is starting to suspect Lady Edelgard of anything. So sure, he'll play along for now - it can't be that bad, right??]
It's a rather simple thing; I would like your assistance on researching into this 'love' matter.
[And blunt as ever, Linhardt lays it out pretty plainly, a smile coming to his face.]
I suppose to be more accurate...Caspar made the utterly audacious claim that 'love' is the one thing that I could never possibly hope to understand. And try as I might, I have been unable to understand it. What causes such reactions, what makes this so-called important emotion so...well, important.
And I've had little luck finding anyone else who would be able or willing to assist in such a matter.
[that's because you haven't considered the fact that you're dumb and don't understand what the fuck love is???]
I suppose in the bluntest of terms, I would like for you to act as a 'date', in this experiment.
[this is the most clinical thing in the world. and he doesn't even realize it. but it's still delivered with linhardt's trademark bluntness, so he's definitely serious about it.]
[...In hindsight, maybe he should have been a bit more concerned about what it was Linhardt was seeking his help for.
This is certainly... different and not at all what Hubert was expecting. Linhardt has always been blunt and straight-forward, and hearing it laid out like this makes it clear that Linhardt's thought this out - he isn't the sort to joke about something like this. But the fact that he considered all of this and then decided to ask Hubert for help with the concept of love is almost laughable.
But no, that's simply taking it at face value. All of these are pretty words, but ultimately what it comes down to is that Linhardt wants to prove Caspar wrong. All Hubert has to do is pose as Linhardt's boyfriend for awhile, at least until they've accomplished whatever arbitrary goal Caspar has set out for Linhardt. That isn't all that bad and it is a convenient excuse for keeping an eye on Linhardt.
Putting it like that, there isn't really much of a downside. Pretend to date Linhardt. How bad could that really be?]
Do you know how long this would take? While I can't say I'm opposed to proving Caspar wrong, [because of course hubert likes being an asshole] I would still be prioritizing Lady Edelgard.
[Linhardt probably doesn't need that warning - he likely figured as much before approaching Hubert in the first place - but it's best to make sure that's out in the open.]
[He's not saying no. That's certainly more than Linhardt was expecting--he thought he'd have to bring up Hubert's little collapsing incident to get some form of leverage, but Linhardt's expression lightens, even at the reminder.]
Two months, at most--perhaps less than that, should my research prove easier with a partner. But I wouldn't expect you to stop prioritizing Edelgard first.
[Because let's be honest, Hubert wouldn't even if Linhardt blackmailed him.]
[Two months... Well, it isn't a lot for Linhardt to ask for, all things considered. It certainly could be worse. It will be a bit of a time crunch and he'll have to be careful with his research since he'll be keeping Linhardt closer, but that certainly seems doable. It'll ensure that he can keep an eye on Linhardt and draw attention away from Lady Edelgard and her relationship with Lorenz, so the only real downside here is... well, pretending to date Linhardt.
But that's a small price to pay to assist Lady Edelgard, so after a moment of deliberation, Hubert finally nods.]
Very well. Caspar would be insufferable if you were to lose this bet, and I would prefer not to deal with that. Knocking his ego down a peg or two would only serve to benefit us all.
[That's totally the reason behind it, don't worry about it.]
[Linhardt smiles when he hears Hubert's answer; perfect. And no bribery needed! This couldn't have gone any better in the slightest.]
He most certainly will. I'd never hear the end of it from him if I didn't produce any sort of result at all! He would certainly never let me live it down, and none of us could have that.
[Linhardt bows, very slightly. Already he's pleased; he can chalk that up easily to pulling one over on Caspar with him being none the wiser to this. But maybe there's something else...he'll have to research it.]
Thank you for your cooperation. [He comes back up easily, waving his hand around as he speaks.] There are quite a few hypotheses I wish to test, and certainly some that I believe will be beneficial for making this 'courtship' appear legitimate--tell me, when might you be able to spare time for one of these ventures?
[...A date. He's asking Hubert for a date, oh my god you fucking disaster man.]
[He raises an eyebrow at that, and it only arches further at Linhardt's question.]
You can just call it a date, you know.
[...Jokes aside, though...]
I will have some free time later tonight, as well as tomorrow evening; whenever you aren't sneaking off to nap, of course.
[Nighttime in general is usually easier for him, if only because there isn't really a ton to do all that late here at the monastery. He can really only sneak into Abyss so many times before people start getting curious, after all.]
Well, with this all taken care of, I do believe I've earned a well-deserved nap. Coming up with such a... [Yaaaawn.] ...masterful plan is quite tiring.
Tomorrow evening will do just fine. We should have the garden to ourselves, and I do believe that will be an excellent place to start these experiments.
[Read: Edelgard and Lorenz aren't going to be there, and Linhardt can set something up to instill these so-called ~elements of romanticism~ into the date. It's gonna be awful.]
Linhardt's certainly been keeping close track of Lady Edelgard and Lorenz if he knows the garden will be open tomorrow night, which is a bit irritating. Well, all the more reason to make sure Linhardt doesn't have anything else he's been noticing about Lady Edelgard recently, right?]
Of course. I will see you then.
[And obviously in class before that, but Hubert isn't really thinking too much about any of that.
As it turns out, he wasn't putting nearly enough thought into any of this. He hasn't spoken with Lady Edelgard about this arrangement - though he plans to after their meeting tonight, just in case rumors start from this meeting alone. In truth, there's something a bit... nerve-wracking about going on a date with someone - even though that date is entirely faked and this is only to discuss exactly how they should proceed. Perhaps he should have turned Linhardt down, or found some other way to handle this situation. It isn't like him to get nervous like this, and Hubert honestly isn't sure why it's bothering him this much. Perhaps it's because he's used to acting in a certain way - and that way is one to drive people away.
But here he is anyway at the appointed time - he's even prepared tea. There are a few simple sweets that he managed to swipe from the kitchen earlier, though none of it is particularly fancy or even slightly romantic. It's done because that's what Lady Edelgard and Lorenz do, and it would look a bit strange if they were meeting in the gardens without anything, right? Right. So here we are. Hopefully Linhardt remembered and didn't end up napping...]
[There is a lot of preparation that goes into these dates, Linhardt is finding. Even after having the night to rest, there's still so much to do. He simply has to make this work or he's not going to understand, and Caspar will literally never let him hear the end of it. That's where these nerves are coming from, Linhardt surmises; he can't think of any other reason that he would be nervous about this.
From what he's gathered from his research, there are certain things that go into dates--neatness of the area, for one, which Linhardt was able to take care of by clearing the area and straightening it out. Next...he's seen Lorenz light candles, which seems to help the ambiance a bit? So there's a few at the center of the table, small ones. And...well, this much is only because he's heard Ferdinand have a fit about it, but when Hubert arrives, Linhardt will be able to see that Linhardt seems to be attempting to brew coffee, a book in front of him and carefully watching over the process.]
Hmm...it should be but a few more minutes. If I have this right, this should produce a favorable result...?
[Of course, Linhardt will take a moment to look around and--oh.]
Ah--punctual as ever, Hubert. You could have stood to make your presence known...
[...Dangit, that's what he forgot, the sweets. Ughhhh...]
...But please, take a seat. I will be ready to begin in a moment, but, ah... [Linhardt certainly wasn't expecting Hubert to come with anything.] ...I do thank you for thinking to bring something to eat. I'm afraid I had been priorly occupied.
[It's been a month since the start of Linhardt's ridiculous experiment.
Two months, at most--perhaps less than that, should my research prove easier with a partner. That's what Linhardt said at the start of this, and yet it's been a solid month without any indication that it will be over sooner rather than later.
Not that Hubert's actually asked Linhardt about it. No, that involves addressing it, and to be perfectly honest... he doesn't want to.
It would be a lie to say that this "experiment" has been draining or detrimental. Yes, it's given him something to focus on that isn't his schoolwork or Lady Edelgard, but for some reason, that hasn't been a problem. He often found himself bored with all his spare downtime before, and he frequently had little to do but spy on his classmates and try to get into places he shouldn't around the monastery and now...
Well, surprisingly, things haven't suffered even though he hasn't been able to be as nosy as usual. His "dates" with Linhardt are certainly more for show than anything else, but over time they've become... something else. Yes, the moment anyone is nearby they pick up the act like it's second nature at this point, but even when they're alone things have changed. Truthfully, Hubert can't exactly pinpoint what changed or how, but things feel different now.
Different in a way that he's not sure he likes. The feeling of breathlessness that comes with certain words and gestures that he doesn't anticipate; the inability to put his thoughts into words frequently; the way he finds his thoughts straying to Linhardt more and more whenever they're apart. They're all small things that don't trouble him much of the time simply because he isn't thinking about them, but now...
Well, it's a bit hard to ignore all of these formerly small problems now.
With the end of the year comes the annual dance. It's the sort of thing Hubert hardly paid any attention to initially, until he was reminded by Lady Edelgard that he's currently "dating" Linhardt. This is the sort of thing he has to pretend to care about - solely for appearances, of course. While neither of them may care about something this grandiose and dull, they at least have to pretend to care.
Of course, there's also the rumors about the Goddess Tower to contend with as well... But sneaking out and heading there while making sure at least a few people see them should be easy enough. For some reason, that's the part that he finds more annoying than anything else, and he's not entirely sure why thinking about that makes it hard for him to remember to breathe.
There isn't much sense in thinking too much about that right now, though. After all, they still have to get through the dance first.
Lady Edelgard has been far more interested in the entire process of preparing for this dance than Hubert was expecting. She even insisted on helping him pick out something to wear in advance, and has spent the last half an hour fussing over both his appearance and her own. She certainly does look radiant - she always looks radiant in red, but tonight she's especially charming - but given how much fussing she's doing, Hubert can only assume that she wants to ensure her date goes well. It's almost laughable to compare his to hers when she's clearly dedicated to trying so hard, but... Well, he's put in more effort than he usually would as well, even if he does greatly prefer to be wearing black as opposed to dark red.
It's almost dark enough to be black, Lady Edelgard had said with a smile, and that much is true, at least. Still, the unfamiliar cut of the suit is strange and he feels oddly defenseless with only one knife hidden on him tonight. It isn't nerves or anything of the sort - how could it be? It isn't as though their relationship is at all real, after all.
They arrive at the party a little late, though not so late as to draw too much attention when they enter. Lady Edelgard slips away to go socialize with the rest of the Black Eagles and her fellow house leaders, which leaves Hubert free to look for Linhardt. Assuming Linhardt's arrived on time, of course, which might be a bit of a stretch... Hopefully Caspar at least woke him up in time to drag him to this stupid dance.]
[Two months at most was a generous estimate for this experiment, Linhardt is finding. Even after a month, there's still so much left to understand about the process of 'love', and being a boyfriend that Linhardt cannot possibly understand.
But it's fine; Hubert hasn't been questioning this at all. And really, Linhardt doesn't exactly know if he would want to.
This experiment is still holding Linhardt's interest, after all. There's still plenty to learn about the concept of love, and "dating" Hubert has more than proven that there's merits to this experiment. They play their roles in public very well; as boys in love with one another, affections coming as easily as either of them breathe. It's all a show, and yet even these shows flood him with feelings he's never felt before. Each one is more intriguing than the last; the brush of Hubert's gloved hands against his own make his heart beat faster. The litany of affectionate teasing makes something in his stomach flutter in a pleasant manner. Really, his mind stays on Hubert quite a bit nowadays.
Linhardt doesn't understand any of it, really. The cause of these strange, flooding feelings remains to be seen, don't they? Of thoughts that surface every time he's alone and away from Hubert, or even those when he's near Hubert. Thoughts of Hubert's flushed face, of Linhardt's own, of them lacing fingers together, of Hubert cupping his face, of them kissing as he's seen Sylvain do time and time again...
It's all so intriguing! And yet Linhardt doesn't know why they're so prevalent. This must just be the effects of their experiment, but why is it still happening when they're alone? Clearly it requires more investigation.
Investigation that Linhardt was content not focusing on today. The only thing Linhardt had a hot date with was his bed, and today was just like any other until sometime in evening, when a harsh knock on the door woke Linhardt from a dead sleep. There was Caspar, waking him up for something inane...and telling him about the dance that was happening. That Linhardt clearly forgot about in favor of napping.
Really, Linhardt was perfectly content not to go at all. He really didn't want to put in the effort! But Caspar had to egg him on ("Come on, are you really gonna stand up Hubert like that?") and perhaps for once in Caspar's life, he'd done something right for Linhardt; he picked up something snazzy for his friend to wear to this dance, and it was a very nice, dark green suit. Really, Linhardt was surprised that Caspar went to the trouble.
It seems his friend has fallen for this hook, line, and sinker.
But Linhardt gets prepared and dressed for the occasion, and he makes his way to the hall later than even Hubert. Linhardt has to stretch a bit, looking around the room to try and see if Hubert went and stood him up instead. But Caspar's off on his own, and Hubert sticks out like a sore thumb.
A very...pretty sore thumb, now that Linhardt gets a good look. Even from a distance, the dark red of Hubert's outfit feeling like it's knocking the wind out of Linhardt. He at least has the tact to not have brought his notebook with him this time, but...wow. This is something he'll have to write down later for sure.
Linhardt doesn't keep Hubert waiting, though, walking his way through the crowd with a practiced ease as a smile comes upon Linhardt's face.]
Ah, I do hope that I did not keep you waiting for long, Hubert?
[There's so many people around here; he has to play his role now even better, doesn't he? It feels so natural to say these things, even now, and Linhardt's smile is certainly the same as ever. He's definitely staring, though. It's natural to want to stare at a new side of someone, he's sure.]
[Ah, there's Linhardt. It looks like he even got dressed up properly for this today, which isn't really a surprise given how everyone's been going on and on about how this is the formal event of the year but...
Somehow Hubert hadn't exactly anticipated that seeing Linhardt dressed up so nicely would leave him so tongue-tied. He manages a nod at first, then pauses, replaying Linhardt's words in his head, and tries very hard not to grimace.]
No, you did not. [What a strong start.] I... am glad you're here.
[Sure, stumbling over his words in such an ineloquent way likely would be an accurate portrayal of someone deeply in love with his boyfriend, but there's acting awestruck and whatever this is. This is just embarrassing. He can feel himself flushing.
So he forces his gaze away as he clears his throat, desperately looking for something to distract himself with.]
Shall we take a seat?
[Somewhere away from everyone else?? So maybe he can regain the slightest bit of composure??]
[Ah, and there goes Hubert. He's settled into his role quite well, if Linhardt says so himself; he seems so genuinely tongue-tied that it's hilarious, honestly. And yet, Linhardt can't bring himself to laugh. Because it goes against his role as a boyfriend, and...
Well, Linhardt can't stop smiling after seeing Hubert's reaction. And why would he stop? It's causing that strange, warm, flooding feeling again, and combined with staring at Hubert, Linhardt's gaze feels like it's gone soft.]
As am I.
[Yes, even Hubert's flush--it's...nice, really. It's nice that Hubert can play his role so well, enough that it tugs at even his own heart! There's nothing else to it, after all, right? Right.
...And yet Linhardt almost feels saddened when Hubert's gaze tears away. But ah, maybe he's just got a frog in his throat. It happens to the best of them.]
Yes, of course. Do lead the way, won't you?
[Linhardt holds out his hand practically on instinct at this point. Let's be off!!]
[O-Oh. Yes, of course it makes sense for them to hold hands - it isn't as though it's the first time. They just... usually aren't so openly in public and walking together like this, that's clearly what's causing the blush to darken and his heart to hammer like this, right? Hubert isn't one for the spotlight - so putting on a performance like this in public where anyone can see them is what's causing the sudden spike in his pulse. It must be that. What else could it be?
Still, even as he's debating on that, he wastes no time in taking Linhardt's hand. He's wearing black gloves tonight, but there's still something almost relaxing about taking Linhardt's hand like this. He leads the way easily, and by the time they reach one of the tables in the back away from the majority of the others, Hubert's calmed down significantly.]
You look nice.
[A bit simplistic, but it's best to continue playing their parts where they still have the possibility of being overheard, and no one would expect Hubert to be particularly eloquent about this sort of thing anyway, right? Right. It isn't at all because he can't come up with a better way to word it.]
Though I must admit, I wouldn't have been surprised if you simply showed up in your uniform.
[Ah, there we go, that's a little better. The teasing feels a bit more natural, anyway.]
[Hubert takes his hand easily, and it allows Linhardt to see that new set of gloves. Oh, they're...nice isn't the proper word for them, is it? Lovely? Too much. Wonderful? Hm, close enough. They really do look nice on Hubert, though, and as he leads Linhardt away he finds himself staring at them. They're strangely transfixing, and it's only by the time they've found a seat away from the majority of the crowd that Linhardt can tear his eyes away.
Hubert's...well, as awkward as ever; Linhardt still finds himself smiling at the compliment, though.]
Why, thank you.
[It's not perfect, but it's fine. It's believable and that's what matters and--hey!!! Linhardt's eyes widen slightly in surprise at the teasing, but he finds himself chuckling and only slightly pouting.]
--I'm wounded, Hubert, simply wounded. [There's almost something indignant in Linhardt's look, as he speaks up again.] You truly think that I wouldn't put a little effort in to look nice for you?
[...Sure it was Caspar's idea, but there's still people here and Caspar doesn't need an inflated ego--]
...Though, if I had known you were dressing yourself up for the occasion, perhaps I would have. [...okay he failed at that, but--] I wouldn't want to take the attention from you. Such fancy attire suits you much better, after all; you look...wonderful.
[It's only slightly teasing, but it feels...easy to fall into this. Even if it is remarkably honest, coming from Linhardt.]
[Linhardt's words earn a scoff and a roll of his eyes - primarily for the compliments, but also for the indication that dressing up was not exactly Linhardt's doing. Thanks, Caspar??]
You flatter me.
[It's become all too common of a retort over the last month, and it's so easy to fall back into it. Still, Hubert is smiling, even if the expression's a bit too sharp for the occasion. It's the closest he gets, anyway.]
You should know that my place is in the shadows; the only reason I'm not wearing black is because Lady Edelgard insisted on this one.
[So don't worry, Linhardt, you're not alone in sucking at this???]
[It's an easy retort, sure, but it almost makes Linhardt competitive. Like he wants to flatter Hubert further, and that's an unusual feeling...better write that one down too and analyze it!!]
Is that right? [Linhardt can't help but chuckle a bit at that much.] You'll have to pass along my compliments, when you next get the chance. She certainly took to the task of dressing up someone as ghoulish as you splendidly.
[It's teasing, but there is perhaps a bit of genuineness there. He's kind of glad he's not alone in sucking, and in a way, it makes Linhardt...happy. Genuinely so.]
...It truly is so nice to be away from the bulk of the hustle and bustle, however. I'm not surprised that so many people have shown up, but it truly is quite overwhelming...
[The first part gets another scoff from him, but thankfully Linhardt moves on.]
It sounds as though some of them have been eagerly awaiting this dance for months now.
[Can't relate, tbh.]
We shouldn't need to remain here for too long; I doubt most of them will notice if we vanish eventually.
[It's primarily because he doubts Linhardt wants to be here any more than he does, but also partially because sneaking off to the Goddess Tower will ensure any doubts about their "relationship" are eliminated. Caspar may be totally sold, but that doesn't mean everyone else is. And that is the point of all of this, right? To make sure everyone believes that they're dating so Linhardt could win his bet and prove Caspar wrong.
...Something about that doesn't exactly sound right, but you know what, Hubert isn't going to question it right now.]
Really...it just seems like entirely too much of a bother. I'll never understand people and their love for these events...
[same hat, man. same hat.
Linhardt's gaze does perk up when Hubert suggests ditching eventually, though. He's almost a little saddened; surely a turn around the dance floor would sell their act a lot better. But if Hubert's suggesting they go where Linhardt thinks he's suggesting...it'll be perfect. Honestly, he wants to escape now, and he's practically jittering in place and ready to go--]
Well, hopefully we don't need to remain here for much longer, then. If you're thinking of going where I believe you are, that will certainly be a far better time than this utterly crowded mess.
[Honestly, Linhardt is more than ready at Hubert's leave, but it is tempting to ask for that dance...but...maybe not here. Sure it'd be a publicity stunt that will absolutely prove Caspar wrong, and Linhardt has never really understood all of the talk about dancing being so 'precious'.
Still, Linhardt hesitates a bit. He doesn't understand why this is so hard to ask; it's just a dance. A boring little dance that they'll probably be terrible at, Hubert can laugh at, and then they can get to something actually enjoyable. What's causing this hesitation...?]
...Did you have anything else you wished to do here, before we whisk ourselves away?
[Hubert nods at that; good, Linhardt's heard the rumors as well. The Goddess Tower will be an excellent place to "sneak" off to. It won't be particularly difficult to make sure someone catches sight of them, after all.
There's no sense in rushing it, though. Looking too eager would only make people suspicious. So they should spend some more time here...
And then Linhardt asks that question and Hubert looks back at him, raising an eyebrow. His initial thought is No, of course not because he isn't one for gatherings like this in the first place, and he'd really rather be anywhere but here. But...
Well, what better to sell their act than one dance? Sure, Hubert hates dancing, but he can do it. Linhardt may be lazy, but as long as they play it off well, it'll be exactly the finishing touch they need to seal their "relationship" in the eyes of their classmates and teachers. Considering that members of the Church are here as well, that will only benefit Lady Edelgard. No one would suspect Hubert is still poking into things he shouldn't if they all think he's busy doting on his "boyfriend".
With that as the obvious conclusion, it should be an easy enough idea to propose. Linhardt may balk a bit, but it will be worth it. It's just one dance.
It's just one dance. So why exactly does the thought of it make him feel so antsy?]
Perhaps we should dance once before we leave. What do you think?
[The question is easy enough to pose, but he's gone back to staring out at the crowd as he drums the fingers of one hand on the table.]
[Linhardt's expecting to be rebuffed, if quietly; maybe some sort of falsified promise about dancing in the tower that will pique someone's interest, but nothing more than that. It's not like Linhardt actually cares or anything. It would just be...nice, to see what all of the fuss is about.
But then Hubert poses the question to Linhardt, and somehow, it briefly feels like his heart has stopped. Linhardt's expression doesn't change much, but he looks at Hubert after the other man says that, blinking once, twice, thrice even. Hubert is right, isn't he? It would be just one dance. Just one simple dance, and then they could sneak off to the tower and seal the deal on their act once and for all.
...Linhardt is going to have a lot of new observations to write down in his notes, he's realizing. Linhardt's gaze stays fixed onto Hubert's averted gaze for a little too long, but even Linhardt has to avert his own gaze eventually. It's...strange, that a feeling of abject shyness would come over him. What could possibly be the cause of that? What isn't he understanding...?
It doesn't take long for Linhardt to place his own hand near where Hubert drums his fingers, though. His palm is up in an open invitation.]
...I think that would be quite nice. I am afraid that I am not quite skilled in such things, but...perhaps if you are to lead, I can follow you.
[Linhardt's face feels...warm, for some reason, and he can't look at Hubert. It's...strangely overwhelming, but Linhardt isn't deterred.]
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It starts with a casual jape from Caspar, as it always does. That if there's one thing Linhardt could never understand, it's love. Linhardt was more than prepared to fire back that he doubted Caspar understood it either, but something in the way his friend said those words ignited something resembling a competitive fire in him. And so, the bet was established.
Find a date by the end of the month, or he was going to prove Caspar right. Linhardt accepted the challenge, fully intending to research all there was about love and just what one does to make others fall in love. Of course, Linhardt had plenty of other work to do, for both the academy and his own studies, so he was more than content to research it in his spare time. And of course, as he researched it, he found that it was...a lot more complicated than he thought. Genuinely so. Linhardt didn't have a clue as to what all of these gestures could MEAN, what reactions they elicited from the smitten party, why those reactions came to be...
And before Linhardt knew it, it was nearing the end of the month, and time was running short. But he certainly wasn't going to prove Caspar right, was he? No, he couldn't. And thus, Linhardt was willing to resort to the lowest tactic of all.
Cheating. Or, well, cheating at love. Surely if he found a suitable date to agree to this, then he'd be off the hook and perhaps...maybe even he could understand love. Hm. Well, it was worth a shot, and he has been trying to keep an eye on Hubert and Edelgard both since Hubert collapsed a while back...surely he could get Hubert to agree. It wasn't like they would have to do this for long, really. Maybe just a couple of months to form a hypothesis, and to prove Caspar wrong and win the bet.
It was worth a shot, at any rate. And it's what sees Linhardt in the library, eyes coming upon Hubert. He certainly was still spending quite a bit of time in here, but Linhardt didn't want to start this off on the wrong foot. Linhardt walks up to Hubert easily, though.]
Ah, Hubert. I don't suppose I could have a moment of your time?
[There's nothing to it. Linhardt just doesn't want to spring this on someone he can halfway tolerate now; they can save more public gestures for later, if Hubert agrees.]
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Linhardt is easily one of the smartest in their class, and if they have to worry about anyone figuring things out, it's Linhardt. Sure, he's usually lazy and doesn't have much of a reason to investigate them intensely, so they've assumed they'll be safe... But Hubert's noticed Linhardt's been working on something lately. He seems to constantly be around observing people - and quite often Lady Edelgard is one of them. It's certainly possible that Linhardt's stumbled on something related to his crest research that just so happens to line up in such a way, but Hubert isn't one to assume such things. So it falls to him to keep an eye on Linhardt as well.
Today he's been prioritizing the former over the latter; he does still have quite a few records to research to see if there's any other holes he can exploit in the monastery's defenses when it comes time for the Empire to march. But here's Linhardt, and Hubert carefully sets the book aside as the other mage approaches. Considering it's just some dusty old tome on the monastery itself, it shouldn't be too suspicious.]
Of course. Would you care to speak here, or...?
[He inclines his head a bit toward the door, just in case Linhardt would prefer more privacy. Not that the library's ever all that busy around this time of day anyway, of course.]
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[Sure this place isn't populated as much right now, but he's not gonna risk the rumor hounds ratting him out to Caspar!! He'd lose the bet if he did!!
Either way, Linhardt will lead Hubert out toward the door, then--he's none the wiser to whatever Hubert's been reading, not having spared the book even one glance. Once they're somewhere...well, somewhat private in the hall, Linhardt sighs.]
I would like to ask for your assistance in the research I am undertaking--ah, nothing related to crests, of course. I'm well aware you don't possess one. [tactless as ever, lin] But there has been something else that has been vexing me, and I think you might be just the person to assist me in such matters.
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He isn't particularly surprised at Linhardt's blunt and rather rude remark, but it isn't as though Hubert's ever been bothered by not having a crest. The Vestra family has always been rather lucky in that they're in a strange position where a crest has never been necessary for their lineage, so the remark is little more than a mild annoyance at worst. He does raise his visible eyebrow, but doesn't interrupt.]
That depends on what it is you want me to assist with, precisely.
[He is really not here to become Linhardt's test subject for whatever he may have up his sleeve, but this is admittedly a fantastic way to keep an eye on him. Perhaps this will at least confirm whether or not Linhardt is starting to suspect Lady Edelgard of anything. So sure, he'll play along for now - it can't be that bad, right??]
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[And blunt as ever, Linhardt lays it out pretty plainly, a smile coming to his face.]
I suppose to be more accurate...Caspar made the utterly audacious claim that 'love' is the one thing that I could never possibly hope to understand. And try as I might, I have been unable to understand it. What causes such reactions, what makes this so-called important emotion so...well, important.
And I've had little luck finding anyone else who would be able or willing to assist in such a matter.
[that's because you haven't considered the fact that you're dumb and don't understand what the fuck love is???]
I suppose in the bluntest of terms, I would like for you to act as a 'date', in this experiment.
[this is the most clinical thing in the world. and he doesn't even realize it. but it's still delivered with linhardt's trademark bluntness, so he's definitely serious about it.]
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This is certainly... different and not at all what Hubert was expecting. Linhardt has always been blunt and straight-forward, and hearing it laid out like this makes it clear that Linhardt's thought this out - he isn't the sort to joke about something like this. But the fact that he considered all of this and then decided to ask Hubert for help with the concept of love is almost laughable.
But no, that's simply taking it at face value. All of these are pretty words, but ultimately what it comes down to is that Linhardt wants to prove Caspar wrong. All Hubert has to do is pose as Linhardt's boyfriend for awhile, at least until they've accomplished whatever arbitrary goal Caspar has set out for Linhardt. That isn't all that bad and it is a convenient excuse for keeping an eye on Linhardt.
Putting it like that, there isn't really much of a downside. Pretend to date Linhardt. How bad could that really be?]
Do you know how long this would take? While I can't say I'm opposed to proving Caspar wrong, [because of course hubert likes being an asshole] I would still be prioritizing Lady Edelgard.
[Linhardt probably doesn't need that warning - he likely figured as much before approaching Hubert in the first place - but it's best to make sure that's out in the open.]
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Two months, at most--perhaps less than that, should my research prove easier with a partner. But I wouldn't expect you to stop prioritizing Edelgard first.
[Because let's be honest, Hubert wouldn't even if Linhardt blackmailed him.]
Are these terms acceptable?
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But that's a small price to pay to assist Lady Edelgard, so after a moment of deliberation, Hubert finally nods.]
Very well. Caspar would be insufferable if you were to lose this bet, and I would prefer not to deal with that. Knocking his ego down a peg or two would only serve to benefit us all.
[That's totally the reason behind it, don't worry about it.]
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He most certainly will. I'd never hear the end of it from him if I didn't produce any sort of result at all! He would certainly never let me live it down, and none of us could have that.
[Linhardt bows, very slightly. Already he's pleased; he can chalk that up easily to pulling one over on Caspar with him being none the wiser to this. But maybe there's something else...he'll have to research it.]
Thank you for your cooperation. [He comes back up easily, waving his hand around as he speaks.] There are quite a few hypotheses I wish to test, and certainly some that I believe will be beneficial for making this 'courtship' appear legitimate--tell me, when might you be able to spare time for one of these ventures?
[...A date. He's asking Hubert for a date, oh my god you fucking disaster man.]
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You can just call it a date, you know.
[...Jokes aside, though...]
I will have some free time later tonight, as well as tomorrow evening; whenever you aren't sneaking off to nap, of course.
[Nighttime in general is usually easier for him, if only because there isn't really a ton to do all that late here at the monastery. He can really only sneak into Abyss so many times before people start getting curious, after all.]
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Well, with this all taken care of, I do believe I've earned a well-deserved nap. Coming up with such a... [Yaaaawn.] ...masterful plan is quite tiring.
Tomorrow evening will do just fine. We should have the garden to ourselves, and I do believe that will be an excellent place to start these experiments.
[Read: Edelgard and Lorenz aren't going to be there, and Linhardt can set something up to instill these so-called ~elements of romanticism~ into the date. It's gonna be awful.]
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Linhardt's certainly been keeping close track of Lady Edelgard and Lorenz if he knows the garden will be open tomorrow night, which is a bit irritating. Well, all the more reason to make sure Linhardt doesn't have anything else he's been noticing about Lady Edelgard recently, right?]
Of course. I will see you then.
[And obviously in class before that, but Hubert isn't really thinking too much about any of that.
As it turns out, he wasn't putting nearly enough thought into any of this. He hasn't spoken with Lady Edelgard about this arrangement - though he plans to after their meeting tonight, just in case rumors start from this meeting alone. In truth, there's something a bit... nerve-wracking about going on a date with someone - even though that date is entirely faked and this is only to discuss exactly how they should proceed. Perhaps he should have turned Linhardt down, or found some other way to handle this situation. It isn't like him to get nervous like this, and Hubert honestly isn't sure why it's bothering him this much. Perhaps it's because he's used to acting in a certain way - and that way is one to drive people away.
But here he is anyway at the appointed time - he's even prepared tea. There are a few simple sweets that he managed to swipe from the kitchen earlier, though none of it is particularly fancy or even slightly romantic. It's done because that's what Lady Edelgard and Lorenz do, and it would look a bit strange if they were meeting in the gardens without anything, right? Right. So here we are. Hopefully Linhardt remembered and didn't end up napping...]
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From what he's gathered from his research, there are certain things that go into dates--neatness of the area, for one, which Linhardt was able to take care of by clearing the area and straightening it out. Next...he's seen Lorenz light candles, which seems to help the ambiance a bit? So there's a few at the center of the table, small ones. And...well, this much is only because he's heard Ferdinand have a fit about it, but when Hubert arrives, Linhardt will be able to see that Linhardt seems to be attempting to brew coffee, a book in front of him and carefully watching over the process.]
Hmm...it should be but a few more minutes. If I have this right, this should produce a favorable result...?
[Of course, Linhardt will take a moment to look around and--oh.]
Ah--punctual as ever, Hubert. You could have stood to make your presence known...
[...Dangit, that's what he forgot, the sweets. Ughhhh...]
...But please, take a seat. I will be ready to begin in a moment, but, ah... [Linhardt certainly wasn't expecting Hubert to come with anything.] ...I do thank you for thinking to bring something to eat. I'm afraid I had been priorly occupied.
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Two months, at most--perhaps less than that, should my research prove easier with a partner. That's what Linhardt said at the start of this, and yet it's been a solid month without any indication that it will be over sooner rather than later.
Not that Hubert's actually asked Linhardt about it. No, that involves addressing it, and to be perfectly honest... he doesn't want to.
It would be a lie to say that this "experiment" has been draining or detrimental. Yes, it's given him something to focus on that isn't his schoolwork or Lady Edelgard, but for some reason, that hasn't been a problem. He often found himself bored with all his spare downtime before, and he frequently had little to do but spy on his classmates and try to get into places he shouldn't around the monastery and now...
Well, surprisingly, things haven't suffered even though he hasn't been able to be as nosy as usual. His "dates" with Linhardt are certainly more for show than anything else, but over time they've become... something else. Yes, the moment anyone is nearby they pick up the act like it's second nature at this point, but even when they're alone things have changed. Truthfully, Hubert can't exactly pinpoint what changed or how, but things feel different now.
Different in a way that he's not sure he likes. The feeling of breathlessness that comes with certain words and gestures that he doesn't anticipate; the inability to put his thoughts into words frequently; the way he finds his thoughts straying to Linhardt more and more whenever they're apart. They're all small things that don't trouble him much of the time simply because he isn't thinking about them, but now...
Well, it's a bit hard to ignore all of these formerly small problems now.
With the end of the year comes the annual dance. It's the sort of thing Hubert hardly paid any attention to initially, until he was reminded by Lady Edelgard that he's currently "dating" Linhardt. This is the sort of thing he has to pretend to care about - solely for appearances, of course. While neither of them may care about something this grandiose and dull, they at least have to pretend to care.
Of course, there's also the rumors about the Goddess Tower to contend with as well... But sneaking out and heading there while making sure at least a few people see them should be easy enough. For some reason, that's the part that he finds more annoying than anything else, and he's not entirely sure why thinking about that makes it hard for him to remember to breathe.
There isn't much sense in thinking too much about that right now, though. After all, they still have to get through the dance first.
Lady Edelgard has been far more interested in the entire process of preparing for this dance than Hubert was expecting. She even insisted on helping him pick out something to wear in advance, and has spent the last half an hour fussing over both his appearance and her own. She certainly does look radiant - she always looks radiant in red, but tonight she's especially charming - but given how much fussing she's doing, Hubert can only assume that she wants to ensure her date goes well. It's almost laughable to compare his to hers when she's clearly dedicated to trying so hard, but... Well, he's put in more effort than he usually would as well, even if he does greatly prefer to be wearing black as opposed to dark red.
It's almost dark enough to be black, Lady Edelgard had said with a smile, and that much is true, at least. Still, the unfamiliar cut of the suit is strange and he feels oddly defenseless with only one knife hidden on him tonight. It isn't nerves or anything of the sort - how could it be? It isn't as though their relationship is at all real, after all.
They arrive at the party a little late, though not so late as to draw too much attention when they enter. Lady Edelgard slips away to go socialize with the rest of the Black Eagles and her fellow house leaders, which leaves Hubert free to look for Linhardt. Assuming Linhardt's arrived on time, of course, which might be a bit of a stretch... Hopefully Caspar at least woke him up in time to drag him to this stupid dance.]
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But it's fine; Hubert hasn't been questioning this at all. And really, Linhardt doesn't exactly know if he would want to.
This experiment is still holding Linhardt's interest, after all. There's still plenty to learn about the concept of love, and "dating" Hubert has more than proven that there's merits to this experiment. They play their roles in public very well; as boys in love with one another, affections coming as easily as either of them breathe. It's all a show, and yet even these shows flood him with feelings he's never felt before. Each one is more intriguing than the last; the brush of Hubert's gloved hands against his own make his heart beat faster. The litany of affectionate teasing makes something in his stomach flutter in a pleasant manner. Really, his mind stays on Hubert quite a bit nowadays.
Linhardt doesn't understand any of it, really. The cause of these strange, flooding feelings remains to be seen, don't they? Of thoughts that surface every time he's alone and away from Hubert, or even those when he's near Hubert. Thoughts of Hubert's flushed face, of Linhardt's own, of them lacing fingers together, of Hubert cupping his face, of them kissing as he's seen Sylvain do time and time again...
It's all so intriguing! And yet Linhardt doesn't know why they're so prevalent. This must just be the effects of their experiment, but why is it still happening when they're alone? Clearly it requires more investigation.
Investigation that Linhardt was content not focusing on today. The only thing Linhardt had a hot date with was his bed, and today was just like any other until sometime in evening, when a harsh knock on the door woke Linhardt from a dead sleep. There was Caspar, waking him up for something inane...and telling him about the dance that was happening. That Linhardt clearly forgot about in favor of napping.
Really, Linhardt was perfectly content not to go at all. He really didn't want to put in the effort! But Caspar had to egg him on ("Come on, are you really gonna stand up Hubert like that?") and perhaps for once in Caspar's life, he'd done something right for Linhardt; he picked up something snazzy for his friend to wear to this dance, and it was a very nice, dark green suit. Really, Linhardt was surprised that Caspar went to the trouble.
It seems his friend has fallen for this hook, line, and sinker.
But Linhardt gets prepared and dressed for the occasion, and he makes his way to the hall later than even Hubert. Linhardt has to stretch a bit, looking around the room to try and see if Hubert went and stood him up instead. But Caspar's off on his own, and Hubert sticks out like a sore thumb.
A very...pretty sore thumb, now that Linhardt gets a good look. Even from a distance, the dark red of Hubert's outfit feeling like it's knocking the wind out of Linhardt. He at least has the tact to not have brought his notebook with him this time, but...wow. This is something he'll have to write down later for sure.
Linhardt doesn't keep Hubert waiting, though, walking his way through the crowd with a practiced ease as a smile comes upon Linhardt's face.]
Ah, I do hope that I did not keep you waiting for long, Hubert?
[There's so many people around here; he has to play his role now even better, doesn't he? It feels so natural to say these things, even now, and Linhardt's smile is certainly the same as ever. He's definitely staring, though. It's natural to want to stare at a new side of someone, he's sure.]
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Somehow Hubert hadn't exactly anticipated that seeing Linhardt dressed up so nicely would leave him so tongue-tied. He manages a nod at first, then pauses, replaying Linhardt's words in his head, and tries very hard not to grimace.]
No, you did not. [What a strong start.] I... am glad you're here.
[Sure, stumbling over his words in such an ineloquent way likely would be an accurate portrayal of someone deeply in love with his boyfriend, but there's acting awestruck and whatever this is. This is just embarrassing. He can feel himself flushing.
So he forces his gaze away as he clears his throat, desperately looking for something to distract himself with.]
Shall we take a seat?
[Somewhere away from everyone else?? So maybe he can regain the slightest bit of composure??]
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Well, Linhardt can't stop smiling after seeing Hubert's reaction. And why would he stop? It's causing that strange, warm, flooding feeling again, and combined with staring at Hubert, Linhardt's gaze feels like it's gone soft.]
As am I.
[Yes, even Hubert's flush--it's...nice, really. It's nice that Hubert can play his role so well, enough that it tugs at even his own heart! There's nothing else to it, after all, right? Right.
...And yet Linhardt almost feels saddened when Hubert's gaze tears away. But ah, maybe he's just got a frog in his throat. It happens to the best of them.]
Yes, of course. Do lead the way, won't you?
[Linhardt holds out his hand practically on instinct at this point. Let's be off!!]
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Still, even as he's debating on that, he wastes no time in taking Linhardt's hand. He's wearing black gloves tonight, but there's still something almost relaxing about taking Linhardt's hand like this. He leads the way easily, and by the time they reach one of the tables in the back away from the majority of the others, Hubert's calmed down significantly.]
You look nice.
[A bit simplistic, but it's best to continue playing their parts where they still have the possibility of being overheard, and no one would expect Hubert to be particularly eloquent about this sort of thing anyway, right? Right. It isn't at all because he can't come up with a better way to word it.]
Though I must admit, I wouldn't have been surprised if you simply showed up in your uniform.
[Ah, there we go, that's a little better. The teasing feels a bit more natural, anyway.]
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Hubert's...well, as awkward as ever; Linhardt still finds himself smiling at the compliment, though.]
Why, thank you.
[It's not perfect, but it's fine. It's believable and that's what matters and--hey!!! Linhardt's eyes widen slightly in surprise at the teasing, but he finds himself chuckling and only slightly pouting.]
--I'm wounded, Hubert, simply wounded. [There's almost something indignant in Linhardt's look, as he speaks up again.] You truly think that I wouldn't put a little effort in to look nice for you?
[...Sure it was Caspar's idea, but there's still people here and Caspar doesn't need an inflated ego--]
...Though, if I had known you were dressing yourself up for the occasion, perhaps I would have. [...okay he failed at that, but--] I wouldn't want to take the attention from you. Such fancy attire suits you much better, after all; you look...wonderful.
[It's only slightly teasing, but it feels...easy to fall into this. Even if it is remarkably honest, coming from Linhardt.]
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You flatter me.
[It's become all too common of a retort over the last month, and it's so easy to fall back into it. Still, Hubert is smiling, even if the expression's a bit too sharp for the occasion. It's the closest he gets, anyway.]
You should know that my place is in the shadows; the only reason I'm not wearing black is because Lady Edelgard insisted on this one.
[So don't worry, Linhardt, you're not alone in sucking at this???]
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Is that right? [Linhardt can't help but chuckle a bit at that much.] You'll have to pass along my compliments, when you next get the chance. She certainly took to the task of dressing up someone as ghoulish as you splendidly.
[It's teasing, but there is perhaps a bit of genuineness there. He's kind of glad he's not alone in sucking, and in a way, it makes Linhardt...happy. Genuinely so.]
...It truly is so nice to be away from the bulk of the hustle and bustle, however. I'm not surprised that so many people have shown up, but it truly is quite overwhelming...
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It sounds as though some of them have been eagerly awaiting this dance for months now.
[Can't relate, tbh.]
We shouldn't need to remain here for too long; I doubt most of them will notice if we vanish eventually.
[It's primarily because he doubts Linhardt wants to be here any more than he does, but also partially because sneaking off to the Goddess Tower will ensure any doubts about their "relationship" are eliminated. Caspar may be totally sold, but that doesn't mean everyone else is. And that is the point of all of this, right? To make sure everyone believes that they're dating so Linhardt could win his bet and prove Caspar wrong.
...Something about that doesn't exactly sound right, but you know what, Hubert isn't going to question it right now.]
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[same hat, man. same hat.
Linhardt's gaze does perk up when Hubert suggests ditching eventually, though. He's almost a little saddened; surely a turn around the dance floor would sell their act a lot better. But if Hubert's suggesting they go where Linhardt thinks he's suggesting...it'll be perfect. Honestly, he wants to escape now, and he's practically jittering in place and ready to go--]
Well, hopefully we don't need to remain here for much longer, then. If you're thinking of going where I believe you are, that will certainly be a far better time than this utterly crowded mess.
[Honestly, Linhardt is more than ready at Hubert's leave, but it is tempting to ask for that dance...but...maybe not here. Sure it'd be a publicity stunt that will absolutely prove Caspar wrong, and Linhardt has never really understood all of the talk about dancing being so 'precious'.
Still, Linhardt hesitates a bit. He doesn't understand why this is so hard to ask; it's just a dance. A boring little dance that they'll probably be terrible at, Hubert can laugh at, and then they can get to something actually enjoyable. What's causing this hesitation...?]
...Did you have anything else you wished to do here, before we whisk ourselves away?
[that's. an attempt, sure.]
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There's no sense in rushing it, though. Looking too eager would only make people suspicious. So they should spend some more time here...
And then Linhardt asks that question and Hubert looks back at him, raising an eyebrow. His initial thought is No, of course not because he isn't one for gatherings like this in the first place, and he'd really rather be anywhere but here. But...
Well, what better to sell their act than one dance? Sure, Hubert hates dancing, but he can do it. Linhardt may be lazy, but as long as they play it off well, it'll be exactly the finishing touch they need to seal their "relationship" in the eyes of their classmates and teachers. Considering that members of the Church are here as well, that will only benefit Lady Edelgard. No one would suspect Hubert is still poking into things he shouldn't if they all think he's busy doting on his "boyfriend".
With that as the obvious conclusion, it should be an easy enough idea to propose. Linhardt may balk a bit, but it will be worth it. It's just one dance.
It's just one dance. So why exactly does the thought of it make him feel so antsy?]
Perhaps we should dance once before we leave. What do you think?
[The question is easy enough to pose, but he's gone back to staring out at the crowd as he drums the fingers of one hand on the table.]
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But then Hubert poses the question to Linhardt, and somehow, it briefly feels like his heart has stopped. Linhardt's expression doesn't change much, but he looks at Hubert after the other man says that, blinking once, twice, thrice even. Hubert is right, isn't he? It would be just one dance. Just one simple dance, and then they could sneak off to the tower and seal the deal on their act once and for all.
...Linhardt is going to have a lot of new observations to write down in his notes, he's realizing. Linhardt's gaze stays fixed onto Hubert's averted gaze for a little too long, but even Linhardt has to avert his own gaze eventually. It's...strange, that a feeling of abject shyness would come over him. What could possibly be the cause of that? What isn't he understanding...?
It doesn't take long for Linhardt to place his own hand near where Hubert drums his fingers, though. His palm is up in an open invitation.]
...I think that would be quite nice. I am afraid that I am not quite skilled in such things, but...perhaps if you are to lead, I can follow you.
[Linhardt's face feels...warm, for some reason, and he can't look at Hubert. It's...strangely overwhelming, but Linhardt isn't deterred.]
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