[He knew he would never know the depths of the pain Hubert must be going through, but the grim finality he heard in those words felt like a knife clattering on the floor. They were beings of two very different worlds, Lorenz knew. Where he himself preferred the anonymity of a crowd, Hubert preferred his very private and well curated circle. They were opposites in the ways that no one expected.
Lorenz preferred to give nothing to everyone; Hubert preferred to give everything to one single person.
...perhaps it was time for the both of them to break their cycle.]
...I have heard that taking a new Bond can help dull the ache,
[He confessed quickly, not budging from his place before the window.]
This isn't something I've tried. Truly, there's none that I trust enough to be a partner in this forsaken town at the edge of nowhere.
[He let those words hang in the air for a moment, finally peeking over his shoulder at the wizard before the silence drew too long.]
...If you are willing, it may be worth investigating.
[Hubert couldn't recall hearing a more dangerous peace offering in his life, and that was considering the war. He too stood still, at first, only glancing towards the window after the weight of Lorenz' words had settled around them.]
[There are none that he trusts enough, the faun claimed. Hubert did not trust him, either, not truly.]
[This was not about trust. It was about survival and catharsis.]
[Hubert's gaze swung silently back to the amber liquor of his drink. Survival and catharsis. Surely he would be considering it without the spirit's influence, even if he was moderating his intake. But it certainly made it easier.]
Remain here, [Hubert spoke at last, his glass clicking down on the desk. And for once, Hubert actually walked through the quiet house—even if it was such a simple jump, the man refused to teleport after imbibing, no matter how clear his thoughts seemed.]
[He's gone for just shy of two minutes, his steps slow and unhurried. When Hubert returned, he took a seat at the table with his paperwork, clinking down a small, silver-filled vial.]
[The curt departure was strange, but not out of character in Lorenz's view. Upon Hubert's return he would find that the Faun had turned his back to the wall and was facing the entry point-- a standard tactic used by both scheming nobles and soldiers alike when faced with the unknown. His posture was almost languid as he leaned against the wall in a very impolite and rather disreputable manner. Clearly someone had been taking tips about manners from the sailors in the harbor... or was tired of playing games.
A delicate eyebrow raised curiously underneath the swath of dark hair that was tied into a short braid over his shoulder.]
[No hesitation, no uncertainty in his voice at Lorenz' almost standoffish lack of approach. Hubert did not relax in his chair. ]
One broken between two living will cause us far more harm than severance from departure. [And if they were having problems enough as they were... ] I will not engage in this recklessly. A trial.
[Lorenz regarded him coolly for a moment, recalling Hubert's aggressive denial when he had requested several months ago. The blunt rebuttal still echoed in his ears at times when he was at his weakest, in the privacy of his own quarters. It was why he had not broached the topic earlier even if it may have been beneficial, and why he had not bothered overtly suggesting the idea even at this juncture.
They were quite different.
But, they were also quite alike.
Nodding, Lorenz crossed the distance and took a seat facing Hubert. He rested his hands arms on the table-- both as a way of indicating he was unarmed and not an overt threat.]
As methodical as always. [He commented shortly.] Good.
[Methodical, practical, and shamelessly honest about where his interests lie. Even discounting the considerable time that had passed since Lorenz' first proposal in the cellar, he would not lie: the biggest difference is that Hubert stood to gain, and gain significantly, from it this time.]
[But here, he lulls into a brief silence. Even if Hubert was far from inebriated, perhaps this was not the best course of action after he'd had a couple of drinks.]
Truthfully, I hadn't gotten that far. I only know it is a necessity—that I cannot carry on like this, even if my two familiars ensure I will be fine, magically. [At least, not without Leslie noticing.]
[Hubert did not trust Lorenz, not truly, but that could be said of Hubert's trust in nearly everyone. But something Petra said still clawed in his heart, and the sickening little realization it had brought Hubert to. Hubert closed his eyes, inhaling and exhaling slowly. This went against every fiber of his being, but...]
...Consider it a trial of whether or not such an arrangement requires terms, [Hubert said slowly. He did not trust Lorenz, but he could extend one singular gesture of trust.]
[Eyes narrowed and brow furrowed as Lorenz listened to the words, considering both the direct meaning and the possibilities of what remained unsaid. Hubert was nothing if not direct in his decision making process, and Lorenz knew what had changed between them:
Edelgard.
Indirectly, the Emperor's absence had placed both the wizard and the cavalier on an even footing. Thus, the nature of the 'trial' itself was revealed.
This was a test of character. For the both of them.
His gaze lingered briefly on the bottle Hubert had set on the table before he released a sigh. If trust was the question, then Lorenz knew the path he must take.]
Very well.
[He said stiffly, in the business-like tone he took when organizing shipping contracts and financial dealings for his father's land holdings. There was nothing personal between them-- thus, his conscience was clear.]
I will lay down a single term for you, Hubert:
Come back and talk to me about this when you've slept and haven't partaken of drink from the higher shelf. Though you seem clear headed enough, I cannot accept if there is room for any doubt or regret.
[He tossed that braid over his shoulder, momentarily wondering what Ferdinand would do in circumstances like these. Though the young noble was different from him in many ways as well-- Ferdinand was a more honest and genuine soul after all-- Lorenz trusted that man's judgement.
This was unprecedented.]
If you still feel the same in a day or so, I will gladly accept your trial. However, you need to be certain of where you stand.
[With that he stood, and stepped away from the table.]
Let's get you some coffee, perhaps. I've been meaning to share a cup with you.
[As the faun stepped towards the kitchen, an uncomfortable feeling draped itself across Hubert's shoulders like a heavy mantle. What a strange (terrible) feeling of vulnerability it was to be left here at the table with the potion and the remains of his drink both.]
[It was a rational term, and one Hubert himself would have levied if their positions were reversed. Still, he couldn't help feeling like something pitied, and Hubert resented being here at all in the first place because of his weakness and inability to cope.]
[Goddess, he was tired.]
Second upper cabinet on the left, [the mage muttered after a brief silence, knowing the faun could hear him. Let someone else make it, for once. Moving felt monumental; just this once in his life, Hubert wanted to be as tired as he felt.]
[It was hardly pity that drove Lorenz, but a cold and clear rationality that bit like the winter's wind that had swept the city's streets. Drink and grief had ways of clouding even the most rational of minds, and jumping to accept Hubert's offer would have been nothing short of predatory. Though in many ways a wolf among the deer, Lorenz would have rendered the same terms upon anyone-- even if the act seemed harsh.
Times like this made even remote gestures of kindness seem akin to cruelty.
Keeping one ear alert on the wizard's progression, he wordlessly made for the cabinet per the muttered directions and set about the task of making coffee. While tea was a skill he had mastered to an artform, coffee yet eluded him. Either through lack of reason or lack of interest, Lorenz had simply never bothered to learn more than out of an idle interest in being a pest to Hubert. Current interests had spurred him into borrowing books on the matter from the library and, though mimicry and written word were his only teachers at this juncture, it wasn't long before the heady aroma of coffee started to waft through the kitchen.]
You take it black, yes?
[He called, fishing for a pair of mugs in the kitchen. Coffee demanded a sturdier set of equipment just due to the culture surrounding the drink.]
Correct, [was all that dully answered Lorenz. In the meantime, Hubert had tucked away the potion to somewhere safer, and resumed the slow, steady progress of sifting through his legal papers. At some point he'd emptied the rest of his meager whiskey glass, setting it aside.]
[Mugs located, Lorenz poured them both off a healthy portion and brought them back to the work space. After finding a coaster to ensure the paperwork's safety, he set a mug down before Hubert.]
Here. Now sit and take a break for yourself. The paperwork isn't going anywhere.
[Peering dubiously into his mug, he added:]
And apologies if this isn't to your taste. I don't yet have much experience with coffee.
I doubt I will notice, presently. [Just as drink and grief clouded a person's mind, so too it dulled the senses. Since losing both his Bonds, deriving joy from even simple things has been... difficult. There's been little comfort in even his own brews, aside as something that kept him going.]
[Hubert frowns at the cup, reluctantly taking it up and leaning back in his chair. He hated being idle, even without a crisis of grief.] "Not going anywhere" does not make it any less necessary.
What's necessary right now is that you take care of yourself. And Leslie, of course.
[It was the first time he had mentioned the young lady that evening, but surely she would have remained in the massive, barren home with Hubert. Though nothing if not loyal and dutiful, the sheer responsibility of sundry pets was liable to be too heavy for the wizard in that moment.
The paperwork certainly was.
Taking a sip, Lorenz briefly scowled at the drink before wordlessy getting up to seach for sugar in the kitchen. The bracing bitterness was deeper and darker than even the strongest, smokiest tea he could name. It still bore no candle to the mystery of that peculiar blend in DiplomaTea that seemed to be everything tea was not in the most unpleasant of ways.]
Besides, you were ready to offer me the same proposition you turned down months ago when our positions were reversed. [He called from the kitchen-- after making a small, satisfied sound upon finding a small sugar pot and a spoon. Making his way back, he continued.] The paperwork can stand to wait a few days until you've rested some.
How bold of you to assume I will be able to, [Hubert drawled back misanthropically. Rest hadn't come easily to Hubert at the best of times in the last several years. The seemingly permanent dark circles under his eyes were testament to that.]
It is a proposition I now stand to benefit from. Even if it did not provide relief from these severances, it does not change the fact that I require a Bond. I am not content to tempt the forces of this world as so many Mirrorbound are.
[Even if he was among the safest Bondless witches, with two familiars.]
[Given his own history, Lorenz harbored no doubts that he was included that statement. Bonds were not a contract to be drawn into lightly, and knowing the nature of a possible partner was far preferable than knowing a stranger. But the ties of convenience among the nobility that were reinforced by the nature of shared histories and the territorial life within the Leicester Alliance had ill prepared him for the single act of trust.
Perhaps he truly was more like the Adrestrian nobles than he realized. The thought tightened in his chest.]
If you cannot rest your mind, then at least rest your body. No one can function under such duress forever.
And, if the paperwork truly must be completed before you can do so, then allow me to help. We can get it done more quickly that way.
[It was that exact same realization about duress that led Hubert to his offer. As much as he liked to try and make himself a creature of stone, the mage still remained very much flesh and blood. He sighed.]
I will make an attempt.
[One hand listlessly waved at the paper.] They pertain to Lady Edelgard's assets. This city has admirably adapted to the existence of the Mirrorbound in many ways, but financially is not one of them. Proving that she and I are Mirrorbound and that these assets are to passed on upon the conditions of our disappearance from this world is difficult to prove, and requires involving the Coven. One set to confirm my inheritance of her assets, and another to make Leslie the benefactor the same arrangement in event of my departure.
[Lorenz nodded, accepting that as enough of a response on the matter regarding Hubert's welfare. With his own difficulty in facing his vulnerabilities and accepting help, asking for anymore was hypocritical.]
Financials, hm? That is not a difficult matter.
...Do you happen to have a sample of your handwriting I can borrow?
[The sigh Hubert heaved this time was a more drawn out thing of exasperation. His incredulity came less from what Lorenz was getting at, but more that the faun was this persistent to help.]
On the third page is a statement about being Mirrorbound, as well as my signature. That should suffice.
[A beat of silence passed before Hubert shook his head.] Why are you doing this? I require time, not a caretaker. I've done you no such charity during our time here.
[Lorenz said, already sifting through the papers and locating the statement on page three. Lips pursed, he studied the loops and ridges of Hubert's tidy handwriting. Satisfied for the moment, he set it beside the pile that still needed attending to and faced the wraith of a man.]
The fact of the matter is that I am very accustomed to working alone, while you have always had others around... by my understanding.
[His information was dated, but there was no doubt of what he had seen during their shared memory encounters, nor in what he understood of Hubert's relationship with Edelgard.]
Yes, yes. I know that sounds absurd, [He added with a seemingly nonchalant wave of his hands.] But despite House Gloucester's reputation for cozying up to those with power and showing off, I am neither as dependent upon others as my father nor as vibrantly sociable as Hilda.
...Just who do you think manages the financials and oversees the flow of supplies to the agricultural holdings while Count Gloucester is currying favor in both Derdriu and across the Adrestrian border, hm?
This is a simple matter, and the least that I can do to repay both you and Lady Edelgard for what you have done in your history in Fodlan.
[For, with all that he understood of the way the timelines flowed, Edelgard's victory over the oppressive church was surely the way that history was supposed to move.]
Tend to yourself and young Leslie, Hubert. This isn't the first time I've run the paperwork for someone grieving a loss due to events they had no hand in.
[Whether Lorenz' understanding was or was not correct, Hubert didn't say. He hardly had the energy to debate, let alone care about the other man's assumptions.]
[And yet, despite that weariness, Hubert doubted sleep would find him if he tried at this very moment. He only now drank from his mug—and just as he'd expected, he couldn't particularly care about the taste one way or another, either. Troublesome, Bonds. Hubert glanced at the fire.]
We've done nothing, yet. We might have severed Seiros' head, but our last day in Fódlan was only the very eve of the monumental tasks to come. To fell a monster is simple. To change the rotted bones of our culture is not.
[Because if Hubert wasn't doing work, he had to be talking of it.]
[A blank sheet of paper was procured while Hubert spoke, and Lorenz studied the filled pages with the discerning eye of an appraiser. Taking a pen, he set to work-- slowly and meticulously drawing out the lines and curves that made out the signature of one Hubert von Vestra.]
And you have brought forth the idea of change. Even in the rotting core of the Alliance, I had scarce hoped to believe that instilling any change was impossible.
[It was why he kept his eyes on Claude, for the man's greatest strength was not in the words strung together by his silver tongue, but the actions carried out by those deceptively strong shoulders that similarly instilled the idea of change. Where Claude sought to break Fodlan open and bring change from without, Edelgard sought to change from within.
The latter was the pivotal task that would change the look of their world.
With a brief flourish, Lorenz cast a smile upon studying his completed work. Picking up the page, he held passed it to Hubert for final examination.]
...Forgery is but a simple skill. I am a writer, after all.
[Hubert only hummed a polite acknowledgement, falling to silence and turning to tiredly watch the fire.]
[He did not get back to the faun about his proposal the day after, or the next. It was several before Hubert brought himself over to Lorenz' dwelling in the evening, thick-cloaked against the new barrage of winter, knocking on the door.]
[Hubert... didn't look better, exactly; his eyes were still uncharacteristically dark even by his normal standards and his features joylessly dour, but he did at least look put together. That might be the best one could ask for, given the circumstances.]
[Lorenz looked nothing short of surprised when he opened the door, already starting to settle in to his comfortable house clothes after spending the blustery day working the counters at DiplomaTea. The Camellias he had chosen for that day, bright and festive, still adorned his antlers even though his hair was loose and unbound.]
Please, do come in. [He said quickly, ushering the wizard inside.] The weather's terrible. If you had warned me, I would have put on something warm for when you arrived.
[The black cat, no longer a kitten, appeared from the shadows and quickly approached Hubert. It weaved itself between Hubert's legs before Lorenz caught on, with a quick!]
Oh Claude! Can't you let him inside before you give your greeting?
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Date: 2020-12-08 05:16 am (UTC)Lorenz preferred to give nothing to everyone; Hubert preferred to give everything to one single person.
...perhaps it was time for the both of them to break their cycle.]
...I have heard that taking a new Bond can help dull the ache,
[He confessed quickly, not budging from his place before the window.]
This isn't something I've tried. Truly, there's none that I trust enough to be a partner in this forsaken town at the edge of nowhere.
[He let those words hang in the air for a moment, finally peeking over his shoulder at the wizard before the silence drew too long.]
...If you are willing, it may be worth investigating.
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Date: 2020-12-08 05:52 am (UTC)[There are none that he trusts enough, the faun claimed. Hubert did not trust him, either, not truly.]
[This was not about trust. It was about survival and catharsis.]
[Hubert's gaze swung silently back to the amber liquor of his drink. Survival and catharsis. Surely he would be considering it without the spirit's influence, even if he was moderating his intake. But it certainly made it easier.]
Remain here, [Hubert spoke at last, his glass clicking down on the desk. And for once, Hubert actually walked through the quiet house—even if it was such a simple jump, the man refused to teleport after imbibing, no matter how clear his thoughts seemed.]
[He's gone for just shy of two minutes, his steps slow and unhurried. When Hubert returned, he took a seat at the table with his paperwork, clinking down a small, silver-filled vial.]
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Date: 2020-12-08 06:39 pm (UTC)A delicate eyebrow raised curiously underneath the swath of dark hair that was tied into a short braid over his shoulder.]
What are you doing, Hubert?
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Date: 2020-12-08 06:58 pm (UTC)[No hesitation, no uncertainty in his voice at Lorenz' almost standoffish lack of approach. Hubert did not relax in his chair. ]
One broken between two living will cause us far more harm than severance from departure. [And if they were having problems enough as they were... ] I will not engage in this recklessly. A trial.
[Hence, the temporary Bond potion. ]
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Date: 2020-12-08 07:06 pm (UTC)They were quite different.
But, they were also quite alike.
Nodding, Lorenz crossed the distance and took a seat facing Hubert. He rested his hands arms on the table-- both as a way of indicating he was unarmed and not an overt threat.]
As methodical as always. [He commented shortly.] Good.
What terms do you have in mind?
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Date: 2020-12-09 02:35 am (UTC)[But here, he lulls into a brief silence. Even if Hubert was far from inebriated, perhaps this was not the best course of action after he'd had a couple of drinks.]
Truthfully, I hadn't gotten that far. I only know it is a necessity—that I cannot carry on like this, even if my two familiars ensure I will be fine, magically. [At least, not without Leslie noticing.]
[Hubert did not trust Lorenz, not truly, but that could be said of Hubert's trust in nearly everyone. But something Petra said still clawed in his heart, and the sickening little realization it had brought Hubert to. Hubert closed his eyes, inhaling and exhaling slowly. This went against every fiber of his being, but...]
...Consider it a trial of whether or not such an arrangement requires terms, [Hubert said slowly. He did not trust Lorenz, but he could extend one singular gesture of trust.]
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Date: 2020-12-09 03:30 am (UTC)Edelgard.
Indirectly, the Emperor's absence had placed both the wizard and the cavalier on an even footing. Thus, the nature of the 'trial' itself was revealed.
This was a test of character. For the both of them.
His gaze lingered briefly on the bottle Hubert had set on the table before he released a sigh. If trust was the question, then Lorenz knew the path he must take.]
Very well.
[He said stiffly, in the business-like tone he took when organizing shipping contracts and financial dealings for his father's land holdings. There was nothing personal between them-- thus, his conscience was clear.]
I will lay down a single term for you, Hubert:
Come back and talk to me about this when you've slept and haven't partaken of drink from the higher shelf. Though you seem clear headed enough, I cannot accept if there is room for any doubt or regret.
[He tossed that braid over his shoulder, momentarily wondering what Ferdinand would do in circumstances like these. Though the young noble was different from him in many ways as well-- Ferdinand was a more honest and genuine soul after all-- Lorenz trusted that man's judgement.
This was unprecedented.]
If you still feel the same in a day or so, I will gladly accept your trial. However, you need to be certain of where you stand.
[With that he stood, and stepped away from the table.]
Let's get you some coffee, perhaps. I've been meaning to share a cup with you.
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Date: 2020-12-09 02:05 pm (UTC)[It was a rational term, and one Hubert himself would have levied if their positions were reversed. Still, he couldn't help feeling like something pitied, and Hubert resented being here at all in the first place because of his weakness and inability to cope.]
[Goddess, he was tired.]
Second upper cabinet on the left, [the mage muttered after a brief silence, knowing the faun could hear him. Let someone else make it, for once. Moving felt monumental; just this once in his life, Hubert wanted to be as tired as he felt.]
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Date: 2020-12-10 04:56 am (UTC)Times like this made even remote gestures of kindness seem akin to cruelty.
Keeping one ear alert on the wizard's progression, he wordlessly made for the cabinet per the muttered directions and set about the task of making coffee. While tea was a skill he had mastered to an artform, coffee yet eluded him. Either through lack of reason or lack of interest, Lorenz had simply never bothered to learn more than out of an idle interest in being a pest to Hubert. Current interests had spurred him into borrowing books on the matter from the library and, though mimicry and written word were his only teachers at this juncture, it wasn't long before the heady aroma of coffee started to waft through the kitchen.]
You take it black, yes?
[He called, fishing for a pair of mugs in the kitchen. Coffee demanded a sturdier set of equipment just due to the culture surrounding the drink.]
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Date: 2020-12-10 05:39 am (UTC)[Mugs located, Lorenz poured them both off a healthy portion and brought them back to the work space. After finding a coaster to ensure the paperwork's safety, he set a mug down before Hubert.]
Here. Now sit and take a break for yourself. The paperwork isn't going anywhere.
[Peering dubiously into his mug, he added:]
And apologies if this isn't to your taste. I don't yet have much experience with coffee.
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Date: 2020-12-10 02:07 pm (UTC)[Hubert frowns at the cup, reluctantly taking it up and leaning back in his chair. He hated being idle, even without a crisis of grief.] "Not going anywhere" does not make it any less necessary.
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Date: 2020-12-10 09:10 pm (UTC)[It was the first time he had mentioned the young lady that evening, but surely she would have remained in the massive, barren home with Hubert. Though nothing if not loyal and dutiful, the sheer responsibility of sundry pets was liable to be too heavy for the wizard in that moment.
The paperwork certainly was.
Taking a sip, Lorenz briefly scowled at the drink before wordlessy getting up to seach for sugar in the kitchen. The bracing bitterness was deeper and darker than even the strongest, smokiest tea he could name. It still bore no candle to the mystery of that peculiar blend in DiplomaTea that seemed to be everything tea was not in the most unpleasant of ways.]
Besides, you were ready to offer me the same proposition you turned down months ago when our positions were reversed. [He called from the kitchen-- after making a small, satisfied sound upon finding a small sugar pot and a spoon. Making his way back, he continued.] The paperwork can stand to wait a few days until you've rested some.
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Date: 2020-12-11 04:05 am (UTC)It is a proposition I now stand to benefit from. Even if it did not provide relief from these severances, it does not change the fact that I require a Bond. I am not content to tempt the forces of this world as so many Mirrorbound are.
[Even if he was among the safest Bondless witches, with two familiars.]
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Date: 2020-12-11 04:25 am (UTC)Perhaps he truly was more like the Adrestrian nobles than he realized. The thought tightened in his chest.]
If you cannot rest your mind, then at least rest your body. No one can function under such duress forever.
And, if the paperwork truly must be completed before you can do so, then allow me to help. We can get it done more quickly that way.
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Date: 2020-12-12 04:53 pm (UTC)I will make an attempt.
[One hand listlessly waved at the paper.] They pertain to Lady Edelgard's assets. This city has admirably adapted to the existence of the Mirrorbound in many ways, but financially is not one of them. Proving that she and I are Mirrorbound and that these assets are to passed on upon the conditions of our disappearance from this world is difficult to prove, and requires involving the Coven. One set to confirm my inheritance of her assets, and another to make Leslie the benefactor the same arrangement in event of my departure.
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Date: 2020-12-13 04:51 am (UTC)Financials, hm? That is not a difficult matter.
...Do you happen to have a sample of your handwriting I can borrow?
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Date: 2020-12-14 02:56 am (UTC)On the third page is a statement about being Mirrorbound, as well as my signature. That should suffice.
[A beat of silence passed before Hubert shook his head.] Why are you doing this? I require time, not a caretaker. I've done you no such charity during our time here.
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Date: 2020-12-14 04:48 am (UTC)[Lorenz said, already sifting through the papers and locating the statement on page three. Lips pursed, he studied the loops and ridges of Hubert's tidy handwriting. Satisfied for the moment, he set it beside the pile that still needed attending to and faced the wraith of a man.]
The fact of the matter is that I am very accustomed to working alone, while you have always had others around... by my understanding.
[His information was dated, but there was no doubt of what he had seen during their shared memory encounters, nor in what he understood of Hubert's relationship with Edelgard.]
Yes, yes. I know that sounds absurd, [He added with a seemingly nonchalant wave of his hands.] But despite House Gloucester's reputation for cozying up to those with power and showing off, I am neither as dependent upon others as my father nor as vibrantly sociable as Hilda.
...Just who do you think manages the financials and oversees the flow of supplies to the agricultural holdings while Count Gloucester is currying favor in both Derdriu and across the Adrestrian border, hm?
This is a simple matter, and the least that I can do to repay both you and Lady Edelgard for what you have done in your history in Fodlan.
[For, with all that he understood of the way the timelines flowed, Edelgard's victory over the oppressive church was surely the way that history was supposed to move.]
Tend to yourself and young Leslie, Hubert. This isn't the first time I've run the paperwork for someone grieving a loss due to events they had no hand in.
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Date: 2020-12-14 05:12 am (UTC)[And yet, despite that weariness, Hubert doubted sleep would find him if he tried at this very moment. He only now drank from his mug—and just as he'd expected, he couldn't particularly care about the taste one way or another, either. Troublesome, Bonds. Hubert glanced at the fire.]
We've done nothing, yet. We might have severed Seiros' head, but our last day in Fódlan was only the very eve of the monumental tasks to come. To fell a monster is simple. To change the rotted bones of our culture is not.
[Because if Hubert wasn't doing work, he had to be talking of it.]
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Date: 2020-12-14 06:12 pm (UTC)[A blank sheet of paper was procured while Hubert spoke, and Lorenz studied the filled pages with the discerning eye of an appraiser. Taking a pen, he set to work-- slowly and meticulously drawing out the lines and curves that made out the signature of one Hubert von Vestra.]
And you have brought forth the idea of change. Even in the rotting core of the Alliance, I had scarce hoped to believe that instilling any change was impossible.
[It was why he kept his eyes on Claude, for the man's greatest strength was not in the words strung together by his silver tongue, but the actions carried out by those deceptively strong shoulders that similarly instilled the idea of change. Where Claude sought to break Fodlan open and bring change from without, Edelgard sought to change from within.
The latter was the pivotal task that would change the look of their world.
With a brief flourish, Lorenz cast a smile upon studying his completed work. Picking up the page, he held passed it to Hubert for final examination.]
...Forgery is but a simple skill. I am a writer, after all.
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Date: 2020-12-14 07:54 pm (UTC)[he said, as if he hadn't been forging Edelgard's hand for years. Hubert's glance was brief before he passed it back. ]
It will do. It will not come under scrutiny unless I contest it.
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Date: 2020-12-16 04:31 am (UTC)[He asked, setting the page down and diving straight into work. There were several legal documents to review, pages to authorize...]
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Date: 2020-12-16 06:05 am (UTC)[He did not get back to the faun about his proposal the day after, or the next. It was several before Hubert brought himself over to Lorenz' dwelling in the evening, thick-cloaked against the new barrage of winter, knocking on the door.]
[Hubert... didn't look better, exactly; his eyes were still uncharacteristically dark even by his normal standards and his features joylessly dour, but he did at least look put together. That might be the best one could ask for, given the circumstances.]
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Date: 2020-12-17 03:26 am (UTC)[Lorenz looked nothing short of surprised when he opened the door, already starting to settle in to his comfortable house clothes after spending the blustery day working the counters at DiplomaTea. The Camellias he had chosen for that day, bright and festive, still adorned his antlers even though his hair was loose and unbound.]
Please, do come in. [He said quickly, ushering the wizard inside.] The weather's terrible. If you had warned me, I would have put on something warm for when you arrived.
[The black cat, no longer a kitten, appeared from the shadows and quickly approached Hubert. It weaved itself between Hubert's legs before Lorenz caught on, with a quick!]
Oh Claude! Can't you let him inside before you give your greeting?
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