[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.]
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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.]