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annette fantine dominic ♪ ([personal profile] tripsup) wrote2022-03-17 07:25 pm

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[personal profile] crimsonservant 2022-06-27 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
I have. But... I could not reach her. [The words come out more strained than he would like.] Maybe yours could reach her... If you don't mind trying. You can blame me if she is confused.

[Hubert's hands clasp together, not quite wringing them together but there is a nervous motion to be had. Maybe she can just do it. Maybe his is just broken. Or something. Something like that.]

You would have my deepest gratitude if you are able to contact her...
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[personal profile] crimsonservant 2022-06-27 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
[The longer this takes the worse it feels. He almost wishes, after a certain point, that he'd continued on instead of allowing this to happen.]

I know. I know you can't. No one can... because she's not here. But I must keep looking all the same. [He swallows thickly. He's been quite composed all evening. He really has... But he feels himself crumbling.] She's been taken from me again. The last time this happened... I ran after her for days. But I was eventually dragged back to the capital, forced to live my life without her. And again this has come to pass... So I will run after her once more. Until I am left with no choice but to return in utter defeat.

I suppose... this is all seen as well deserved by the Goddess or whatever wretched force brought me here. For the path of blood I have carved for my lady... I must atone. And though I refuse to believe I have done anything wrong... I understand that the losers of war pay the ultimate price.
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[personal profile] crimsonservant 2022-06-27 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
I did not realize this was not so uncommon an occurrence. And you can make sure that I will be more guarded in the future.

[He can feel the talons of his DTF squeeze his shoulder wanting him to accept her invitation. But it's more complicated than that. He can't just stay in her home. And he takes in a deep breath that sounds stuttering and fragile.]

Your hospitality is deeply appreciated... but I do not think I can accept. I don't think your friends would care much for that. And I would not wish to be caught due to an unexpected visitor. I've had enough threats on my life this past week and I need not more.

I should keep looking all the same. Idleness serves me ill.

[And when his composure does finally crack and break he would like it to be in the privacy o his own home.]
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[personal profile] crimsonservant 2022-06-27 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
I did not mean you. [There is a huff that is nearly a laugh. Nearly.] I meant... the rest of the kingdom forces.

[He is so... unbelievably tired. The only break he's had was with Corrin having that cup of tea. Perhaps he could allow himself another small reprieve before returning home. Though the thought of going back to his residence is unappealing at best. He needs to put her few things away. And... clean up her room. And...]

If you had coffee... I might be inclined to stay for but a moment.
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[personal profile] crimsonservant 2022-06-27 07:50 am (UTC)(link)
[He steps into her home, albeit, a bit reluctantly. For a moment he feels a small sense of calm as he just looks around. Her home is quite quaint. Very... comfy? He supposes is how he'd describe it. Far superior to where he is staying.

At her insistence he takes a seat on her couch and then waits for her to return. And even just being alone for the few moments is... difficult. Thoughts immediately begin to wander and he has Jeeves, his DTF, turn into its handhold mode. Again... he tries to contact her. But it is fruitless. She simply no longer exists.

Hubert's gaze glances upward as she returns, the smell of coffee being freshly brewed is truly quite heavenly. And he offers her soft thanks as he picks up the cup, blowing on it gently before taking a small sip.

It tastes... exceptional. Probably the best cup of coffee he's had since coming here. Before the war... even. As they were losing it was hard to get goods with supply lines being cut.

Hubert feels her sitting beside him more than he sees her, his bangs being in the way as they are. Annette's words are... sweet and kind in a way he is vastly unfamiliar with. That it's okay to feel and have emotions. He wants to scoff... as if it could be that easy to just feel so blatantly and freely. For her it probably is. He has, after all, lived a vastly different life than most.]


I was not raised that way. To feel or do anything you just said. I was to be her shadow. To follow behind when needed or carve a path ahead to light her way. It was different... when I first arrived. I could prepare for an eventuality that may never come to pass. But prepare for it all the same. Waiting for something that may never be is still better than losing that which you longed for. Thus when she came and went so quickly... [His voice audibly breaks and his gloved hands grip the teacup tightly.] It just hardly seems fair... is all.

[His breathing audibly hitches and a very heavy surge of unwanted emotions bubble forth. Like a dam finally crumbling.]

I let myself unwisely remove the barrier between us. And the moment I did... she was gone.
Edited 2022-06-27 10:13 (UTC)
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[personal profile] crimsonservant 2022-06-27 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[He was prepared to not feel anything at these attempts at comfort. He hasn't necessarily steeled himself against it exactly, his emotional state is simply far too fragile. But he was confident that there was nothing that could reach his heart as anything but empty words.

He is very wrong.

Perhaps it's because he doesn't know Annette very well and the mixture of not ever being spoken to in such a way. But there is something so painfully kind and honest about what is being said. And she also isn't wrong.

What he and Edelgard have is special. The one that was here wasn't even from the same time as he. He lost the war. But she was victorious. And they moved as if that didn't matter. She was still Edelgard. He was still Hubert. Nothing changed. Not a single beat. And that will be true no matter what happens. There is... there is a remarkable amount of comfort in that.

He is also blessed with the knoweldge that he knows that she needs him. That all he is does is useful. She has told him as much in the past. He knows his role and all the good it does for her. Should perhaps the Lady Edelgard that he knows ever arrive or another version that lost the war this will still be true.

But still... To have lost her at all. It still hurts. But that isn't what Annette is trying to fend off again. It's more... that it's okay to hurt. A concept he wants to scoff at regardless of its apparent merit.

He remembers the last time he cried. It was a lengthy affair. Running through the woods of the Empire territory trying to chase down a long gone carriage back to the Kingdom. The tears started to come as he was being dragged back kicking and screaming. The angry lecture and subsequent things to come about how he must forget about Lady Edelgard for the time being caused him to have a tantrum that only a small child is truly capable of.

He supposes it is fitting that the next time he should shed tears it is again at her disappearance to a place he cannot follow. And where he must move on for his own sake. They fall slowly down his sharp cheeks, as if his body is struggling how to remember to make this phenomena happen, and into his very delicious coffee. The rest is less graceful for the act crying is far from that. The shaking of shoulders and sniffling. It's all very messy and not pretty to look or listen to. But it happens all the same.]
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[personal profile] crimsonservant 2022-06-27 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hubert is not good at comfort. He doesn't know how to give it all that well. And he certainly doesn't know how to receive it. When she wraps her arms around him his body is torn between melting into it or remaining rigid and unyielding.

He already misses the cup in his hands. The warmth of it permeating through his gloves but he also may have been in danger of spilling it or dropping it... But now he knows not what to do with his hands. He simply stares at the white gloves a bit smudged and dirty from all his running about today. They shake a little to his keen gaze. Due to these emotions, maybe. Or the strain of the day. Lack of proper rest, food, water. None of which he wants very much. Well... maybe sleep. He feels so incredibly exhausted and the thought of eventually walking home is a weary thought indeed. But there is much to do and...

All thoughts stumble to a halt as her hands, so gentle and kind, gently stroke in what he supposes is a comforting gesture. It's stopped him from the tumbling flow of unhelpful thinking he is prone to so... perhaps yes, comforting.

He really isn't sure what to do when someone holds you like this. But he supposes, maybe, he could be pliable. It would be no more humiliating than what is currently transpiring. He frees an arm from her embrace and with blatant hesitation awkwardly wraps it around her as well. He tries to be mindful of where he touches her, her sleep wear doesn't cover a great deal but resting his hand upon her arm would be fine, he thinks.

He still has no words. Nothing he can utter that would mean anything right this second. All he can do is squeeze her tight in his embrace. A silent offer of gratitude in his vulnerable and fragile moment.]
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[personal profile] crimsonservant 2022-06-28 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Staying here feels like such a terrible idea. A very good way to give Felix a reason to kill him again or any of the others really. He brings his free hand up to wipe at his eyes. Such draining things emotions. And though he is not without them it is nevertheless quite taxing to feel them quite so deeply.]

I would think it unwise for someone like you to have someone unsavory like myself in your home... to say nothing of spending the night.

[His voice is much more hoarse and scratchy than he would like it to be. Such is the way of it.]

I really should finish my drink and get out of your hair. [He removes his arm from around her to pick up his cup once more. Everything still feels shaky and fragile but... The few tears shed have, at the very least, ceased for now.] It's quite good... your coffee. [It should be noted. He should say it.] It's been a very long time since I had one that tasted quite so good. Everyone was so infatuated with tea at the monastery...
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[personal profile] crimsonservant 2022-06-28 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Again, he thanks her softly for the tissues taking the few that she offered. He dabs away the rest of the remnants of this breakdown and lets out a soft sigh.]

You are either trying to flatter me, which is most unnecessary, or are naive about the kind of person I am. [And what her friends think of him.] For what it's worth I don't doubt your sincerity... But all the same, I should take my leave of your home sooner rather than later.

[He sips at the coffee once more the taste still impeccable now that it's not quite so searing hot.]

Mercie... That was the the tall pale haired one at the Academy, yes? [He remembers her because she was always exceptionally friendly. And offered him baked goods on more than one occasion.] While I often do tend to come off as callous as possible... That was not my intention this particular time. I am sorry about your own losses. I am sure you two will meet again.
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[personal profile] crimsonservant 2022-06-28 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, unsurprisingly, she’s a bigger person than he because he absolutely takes issues with traitorous classmates. He also has to withhold a scathing remark about the feral prince wanting to keep the peace. All he can do is take a deeper sip of coffee and listen.

Keep the peace indeed. The same prince who was screaming for his Lady’s head so he could wear it as his own or some such? That prince wants peace? Nonsensical.

However… Lady Edelgard had also desired peace. His very being rebels against the idea to offer peace to his killers and simply rollover for them. But to go against her command, especially when it would not be to her benefit was also something he could not do. So in silence he must continue to suffer.]


I am aware of the Felix situation though I am disinclined to speak to either of them… It’s no easy thing to look upon your killer and play nice. [The blade cutting through him so easily is mostly what he remembers. The buzz of power at his fingertips slowly fading. And his concern for Edelgard turning into deep despair as the word grew colder and darker. And then he was here.] I am of the mind that there are things that cannot be forgiven or reconciled. Not everyone is worthy of your forgiveness or acceptance.

I am one such person. And I would argue that it is naïve to allow me into your home. Much less stay. Without Lady Edelgard here to keep me on that much talked about leash who knows what manner of things I am capable of. Or what I might do.

Just because you don’t believe in the barriers that seperated us doesn’t mean they don’t exist. I feel them so very keenly… these great walls that cannot be breached.

It is most unwise to grant me anything other than your disdain. Such things will keep you safer.

[Perhaps a much more compelling argument had he not been brought to tears on her sofa moments ago. But the hope is to spook her enough that she just tells him to leave.]
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[personal profile] crimsonservant 2022-06-28 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[She died to save Felix's life? If he wasn't so acutely aware of how slightly different everyone's own path was right down to the gender of the professor he might have a similar vendetta against her. It could be that her actions that ultimately led to his death. But... the infinite possibilities make it too tiresome to accuse her of any wrong doing. Especially when he cannot remember if he saw Annette during the invasion to begin with.

And realistically... if it hadn't been Felix's sword it would have been Dimitri's spear or Byleth's unforgiving weapon. Better Felix than any of the above to be honest. The thought of having his insides torn to shreds by the Sword of the Creator is a most unpleasant thought indeed.

Regardless he has something far more indignant to speak up over.]


More afraid of the dark than of me? [He huffs unhappily at this.] Then I have not been doing a very good job of upholding my reputation. All I had to do was laugh and Bernadetta would be scampering off of the monastery ground before you could blink. [His fingers tap at his cup idly. He has become too domesticated in too short a time. Too complacent in the company of the Emperor.] I'll have to work on all that...

[It's a lost cause with Annette now, he knows. She's seen him at about the lowest he can be. There's certainly still room to fall and he'll likely get there upon his return home. But...]

Fine. Fine. I will stay. If only because it is a long walk home and it's already quite late. But I will be out at first light.
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[personal profile] crimsonservant 2022-06-28 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[He has nothing to say about that first part. He can only huff and drink his coffee. This is their first actual conversation to be fair. He's not going to give her the privilege of thinking she knows him. And there will be absolutely no next time. But as she's so delighted by the prospect he will keep some proclamations to himself.]

I've been quite adapt at it thus far, Lady Annette. I will continue to do so after this stumble. [He's not aware how unlikely it will be to get away from Annette now.] But I suppose the sentiment is appreciated.

And yes. First light. I would ask that you do not go through any more trouble on my account. I insist... I don't usually take food in the morning anyway.

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