[Linhardt isn't entirely sure he should say anything.
Yes, it's true that Hubert looks exhausted, unkempt and not recently bathed. And yes, he probably hasn't had a proper meal in a day or two. But it isn't Linhardt's job to keep an eye on the Emperor's right hand man's health, is it? He'd probably snap at him and make excuses, all up until he passed out again like he had when they were back at the academy.
The easiest option would be to ignore all the warning signs. Normally he's the type of man who chooses the easiest path for himself, however... goddess help him, he's starting to care about Hubert more than he should. Not a wise course of action considering his undying devotion to the her Grace, and yet there is only so much running from the truth that he can manage at once before it becomes too exhausting.
So, despite nearly every fiber of his being yelling at him not to confront Hubert, Linhardt fights back against himself and goes to find the other man, wherever he might be at the moment.]
Hubert? I understand that this isn't exactly any of my business, however, I feel nobody else is coming forward to say it, so it will have to be me.
You look awful. When was the last time you stopped to care for yourself? It's showing. And if I've noticed it, others will have well.
[Ah, so maybe he could have put it a bit more gently. Still, at least he's said something. Now Hubert has no excuse but to confront the issue.]
[It seems there's always entirely too much work that needs to be done, and it cannot all fall to Her Majesty.
Well, okay, maybe that's not entirely accurate. Some of what he's been working on very easily could be given to Her Majesty or even Ferdinand if it was absolutely necessary. It isn't necessary, however, and he wouldn't wish to burden Her Majesty with anything else. Or deal with Ferdinand for any longer than he absolutely must. These are things he can handle, and even if they've been piling up lately and he can't remember the last time he slept, he's made it his duty to take care of all of them.
He's in the middle of a note to some of the local lords to request more troops when Linhardt interrupts him, and he looks up so quickly that his vision swims. That... isn't a good sign, but he chooses to ignore it and reaches for the cup of coffee at his side. Ugh, it's already cold...
He doesn't even get a greeting out before Linhardt's laying out the problem, and Hubert resists the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. He loses the battle to prevent a sigh, and he leans back in his chair and folds his hands.]
As I'm sure you're aware, there's plenty that needs to be done for our upcoming battles. There isn't any of this can can be left until later, and should we not make adequate preparations in advance, Her Majesty's army will be in trouble.
[There's only so much exceptionally talented warriors can do on their own, after all. While he can acknowledge that the Black Eagles are all incredibly powerful, they alone cannot carry the entire army.
Normally, Hubert would just leave it at that. Well, maybe he'd throw an order to get out of his office in there. But perhaps it's simply because he's too tired to bother, or maybe it's because despite everything, Linhardt has somehow managed to make himself somewhat endearing over the years. Regardless, he sighs again and continues.]
I promise I will take care of myself once all of this work is done. I would never risk entering battle without being properly prepared.
[...It's not exactly the most reassuring, but it's an attempt...]
[When he isn't researching or sleeping, Linhardt does on occasion stop to observe the activities of those around him. Enough so that he doesn't quite believe that Hubert needs to be working himself quite so hard. He is only one man, after all, and the Empire has plenty at its disposal. He doesn't need to take on every task available to make himself useful. Her Majesty would be foolish not to already know how invaluable Hubert is for her cause.]
Actually, I seem to recall you collapsing five years ago for very similar reasons.
[And while Linhardt isn't about to volunteer to take the burden of work off of Hubert's shoulders, he will encourage him to split it among others, and also help him take care of himself.]
So your promise isn't good enough. If you collapse again, it might in the middle of a very serious battle.
Instead of risking that possibility, I must insist you stop working immediately. If we begin now, we can have you in proper working order by tomorrow morning.
[He's already compiling a to-do list in his mind: bath, a shave, food, split the work up, and sleep. It doesn't seem like a terribly long list.]
[He's already preparing a list of reasons why that is unacceptable, but all of that goes completely out the window due to one little word.]
"We"?
[Oh no. That's not good. Once Linhardt has set his mind on something, only a nap will deter him from it. While he never found any of Linhardt's passions to be particularly interesting or useful, he can at least acknowledge that the man is incredibly intelligent and incredibly determined when he sets his mind to something.]
I don't need any assistance, I can handle all of this on my own.
[It isn't harsh in the way it probably should be. It's easier for him to push people away, after all. Perhaps he's just tired.
As much as he hates to admit it, Linhardt does have a point. Getting himself in working order will certainly require a bit more effort than he first thought. He casts his eyes down at his work, frowning. If he isn't up to dealing with all of this now, working through the night (again) will certainly not help. He hasn't forgotten the lesson he learned five years ago, and he's been careful not to push himself too hard since then. He is Her Majesty's right hand, and should something happen to him due to his own negligence...
He won't allow it to happen. With a long-suffering sigh, he begins to rearrange the papers on his desk.]
I'll hand these off to some of the others. Is that acceptable?
[It's stiff, and more of a question than a sarcastic and biting response he was aiming for.]
[Linhardt nods at the single-word question. Yes, we. He doesn't trust Hubert to do all of this on his own. Not only because he thinks he'll try to sneak back to his work, but because he's so tired he might pass out before he can finish bathing or something else equally unhelpful.
It obviously takes the man some time to come to the correct conclusion. When he does, Linhardt smiles with appreciation. It's always nice when someone listens to him, especially someone who normally would not do so. Not about matters of personal health and duty, anyway.]
That is acceptable. Thank you, Hubert.
[But he's still standing there with no obvious intentions of leaving.]
I will see you off, and then wait for you back at your chambers. I can have a bath and a meal waiting for you.
Don't tell anyone I'm doing this for you, either. I wouldn't want anyone to think I'm ever going to put in so much effort again. The thought makes me want to collapse as well.
[It's fortunate he only just woke up from a recent nap, giving him enough energy to go through all of this. Not to mention the extra bit of determination because it's Hubert's health at issue.]
[All of that makes it remarkably difficult to be irritated with Linhardt. If only he'd put this much effort into something more useful...]
You don't need to bother. I promise I'll take care of myself.
[Once again, the words aren't biting like they should be. This whole thing has set him on edge in a way he doesn't like and isn't used to. But he's just so exhausted - and that's really only sinking in now, so perhaps he's closer to passing out than he would have thought. He doesn't have the energy to be as unpleasant as he usually is.
With the paperwork sorted and a list of people to visit before he can retire for the night, he finally stands.]
You have my word I won't mention this to anyone.
[It's in their best interest, really. Her Majesty doesn't need to know he's been pushing himself this hard, and Linhardt doesn't need anyone else knowing that he's being this useful. It works out. Now if Linhardt will just let him escape with his paperwork and retreat to his room in peace...
He gets about ten steps away from the desk before he stumbles, and while he's thankfully able to keep a hold on all the papers and not fall, he is coming to the realization that maybe he's not as prepared for this as he assumed.]
[At that next promise he almost reconsiders the latter part of his suggestion. And maybe he would have even trusted Hubert to make it all the way from one place and another without falling over, if he didn't just witness him stumble so badly before even leaving his office.
Linhardt is standing close enough to catch him by his elbow, just in case he was in danger of falling over fully.]
This won't do at all.
[He'll have to call for someone else to distribute the papers and retrieve a meal. No matter. They're going to go straight to Hubert's chambers, no stops on the way.]
Off to your chambers we go. Once there I'll have someone come collect these papers.
[Keeping a hand on Hubert's elbow, he starts off toward said chambers, which are luckily not very far from the man's office. This is much worse than Linhardt thought. Thank goodness he decided to check in when he did, or else someone would have found the Emperor's right hand man asleep with his face in some papers and cold coffee at his side.]
[He really is in no position to argue, and doesn't have the energy to fight a losing battle. So with that he sighs, sets the papers down on the closest surface and allows Linhardt to lead him without complaint.]
...I suppose I should thank you for coming to check on me when you did. It would have been inexcusable had Her Majesty found me like this.
[...That's not exactly a proper "thank you", but you know what, it's at least a start.
He doesn't have any further troubles on the way back to his room, though maybe that's because Linhardt's at his side to prevent anything from happening. Regardless, they'll make it to his room just fine. Perhaps unsurprisingly, his room is exactly as neat and tidy as his workspace, with very little to imply it's actually been lived in as opposed to somewhere he goes just to sleep.]
Your assistance is... appreciated.
[It's grudgingly admitted, but it's the truth. He's feeling a little light-headed even now, and the thought of trying to hand papers off to several different people is just so tiring. It's probably a good thing Linhardt interrupted him, even though he would have preferred no one catch him quite like this.]
[He isn't the sort that requires excessive praise or gratitude. Sometimes it even makes him feel a bit uncomfortable. Hubert's way of thanking him is just right, by Linhardt's standards.
When they make it inside, he can't help but take a quick, curious glance around. Unlike his own room, Hubert's is so tidy. Too tidy, if he were to be asked. But that really isn't his business, so he doesn't say anything about it.]
Are you awake enough for a bath, or would you prefer to go straight to sleep?
[Of course he isn't about to let the man bathe and fall asleep in the water until it's icy cold. Though... how would Hubert feel about him watching him bathe, or even helping him? He might find that too much. Linhardt can't help but feel a twinge of excitement about the idea, though. How awful, but still to be expected considering his current feelings toward Hubert.]
I'll have you know I don't intend to walk away until you're safely in bed. Whichever you choose.
In all honesty, it shouldn't be a question. Linhardt isn't leaving until he's in bed either way, and once he's rested he'll be able to handle everything else himself. Besides, the idea of Linhardt helping him bathe is just...
...It's more appealing than it should be, which is a bit difficult to admit even just to himself. He is Her Majesty's first and foremost and everything else is unimportant. Perhaps once this war is over and Her Majesty's goals have been realized he can start to consider things outside of that, but now is not the time or the place.
And besides, just the thought of Linhardt assisting him with a bath is entirely too embarrassing to seriously consider.]
...You don't need to stay. I can handle myself.
[Once again, there's no bite to it. It also isn't an answer, but that's... probably fine.]
Nonetheless, I feel that I should. Just in case you stumble again, or pass out and miss the bed.
[He knows he's been bolder than usual, but is there any better time than now, in the thick of war?
Every time they go into battle, there's the chance of someone losing their life. It would be such a shame to have ignored simple pleasures for the sake of something as horrific as fighting and death.
Yet he knows he and Hubert will never see eye to eye on certain things... it's difficult to even know where to begin when it comes to issues of attraction. Would any of his advances be welcomed, or treated with scorn? Normally he would say he doesn't care, but in all honestly? He does. It matters to him more than he would like to admit. The thought of rejection is quite painful.]
I could start the bath while you undress. Would that be acceptable?
[Ah, it looks as though Linhardt has made the decision for him. Hubert is not the sort of person to let decisions fall into anyone else's hands - even Her Majesty cannot make decisions for him and he will act against her wishes should it benefit her - and here he is finding himself relieved that he doesn't have to turn Linhardt away.
Ridiculous. This whole thing is completely and utterly ridiculous and he should put such thoughts from his mind. Even if - if - he were to indulge in whatever fleeting desire this is (for it surely can't be anything substantial, not in the heat of war like this) there is no telling whether Linhardt feels the same way.
Linhardt is trying to help, and he needs to keep his mind where it belongs and not chasing something that could distract him.]
If you would.
[Still, he finds himself giving in anyway.
Linhardt will find that the bathroom is just as pristine as the rest of Hubert's living space. It shouldn't be particularly difficult or time-consuming to draw a bath, and you can probably hear Hubert moving to remove his uniform.]
[With that decided, Linhardt heads into the bathroom. It is indeed very tidy and has a comfortable air about it. His attention is drawn almost immediately to the bath near the back of the room. Quite appropriately fancy for such a distinguished person.
He toes off his shoes (because it would be a shame to trail any dirt in this room), and goes to start the hot water. Once the bath begins filling, Linhardt then begins his quest for everything a proper bathing experience requires. There's some shampoo, soap, oils- where are the oils? Hmph. That must just be something he uses, then.
Oh well.
He places the shampoo and soap at the edge of the bath, folding his arms as he listens to the soft sounds of Hubert undressing in the other room. If only he could watch. He's quite tall and handsome, isn't he? What would he look like beneath that uniform? It's a question Linhardt has wondered on many an occasion, and there's even the chance he might find out tonight.
Should he wait in here, then? Or leave the room? Ah... should have thought this part through a bit better.]
[Linhardt forever fights for his freedom to do what he will, and that isn't about to change anytime soon. There is one thing he counts among his few duties, however, and that is taking part in battles against the Empire's foes when called upon. He may complain and drag his feet a bit, but ultimately Linhardt stands with the other Black Eagles as they face off against their former schoolmates.
Today they're in the midst of a battle against some of Dimitri's forces. They're touch men and women, absolutely determined that the Empire is evil and needs to be destroyed. When fighting against Faerghus, Linhardt always finds himself running to and fro more than usual, casting healing spells wherever he can do the most good.
Today feels particularly chaotic, however, and he's anticipating a possible stalemate and maybe a retreat by both sides. That said, he's about to go help another injured soldier when the sight of red hair catches his eye.
Annette.
He falters as their eyes meet. Hers widen as well in recognition, but... she doesn't hesitate much more than that. She casts a powerful spell to interrupt his healing progress, knocking him back a few feet. He skids in the dirt until his head impacts hard with a tree trunk.
Dazed, his entire body hurting, it's only a few moments before he falls unconscious.]
[Battle comes naturally to Hubert. Perhaps it's more accurate to say that war does, or that killing does. His magic is deadly and exceptionally powerful, and from his place behind Her Majesty, there is nothing that can stand in their way.
Still, battles are not always predictable, and even the best-laid plans can falter. They've struggled today, with the Kingdom's army pushing back against them with more force than predicted. As much as he hates to admit it, it's getting late and they'll have to back off for the night.
Her Majesty has already given the order and holds the front lines while the others retreat, leaving him to check on their army. They've had casualties today, of course, but of the important figures in their army everyone is present and accounted for.
Wait. That's not right. Where's Linhardt?
He'd be lying if he said that he wasn't worried, and the thought is enough to spur him into action.
It doesn't take him long to find Linhardt, though it's luck that leads him in the right direction. He's alone when he finds the other man, and perhaps that's for the best. Hubert kneels, reaching out to check to make sure Linhardt's still breathing - still alive - and only lets out a sigh of relief once he's made sure of that.
He isn't a healer, and doesn't even know the basics of Faith magic to help. He'll just have to carry Linhardt, then. Without even checking to see if Linhardt will wake on his own, he moves to support the other man's neck and head before readying to pick him up bridal style.]
[Linhardt is only barely aware when someone starts to move him. The jostling wakes him just enough that he lolls his head to the side, only able to see some blurry shapes and colors through barely opened eyes.
He can't think clearly. It doesn't even occur to him who might be carrying him, enemy or ally.
[He makes sure to support Linhardt's head against his chest, just in case there's an injury there. Thankfully, he doesn't have to go far before several healers are rushing forward.
The next little bit is a blur, with the healers taking Linhardt back to camp. There's a tent specifically serving as the infirmary, with cots set up. The healers tend to Linhardt, and Hubert hovers near the entrance of the tent anxiously. Her Majesty had dropped by for a bit to receive Hubert's report, but aside from that she's left him to his own devices. She's always been incredibly smart; he's sure she already knows why he's here.
Still, he knows he should leave, that Linhardt will be fine. He should attend to his other duties, check on his own battalion, ensure that everyone is prepared for tomorrow... But he can't. He can't leave.
[Because there's going to be another battle soon, the healers can only use minimal magic right now with the anticipation that much more will be needed later on. Exhausting themselves on those not near-death would be a waste, after all, and it makes more sense to stabilize the injured now and simply have them not participate in the following battle instead.
That means that Linhardt is going to be stuck in this tent instead of out on the battlefield tomorrow. When he's awake enough to be grateful about that much, he will be.
For now he's only starting to get his wits about him again. The worst of his injuries have been healed with magic, while the rest is going to have to settle with conventional medicine, at least until they're done fighting. In the meanwhile he'll have to get used to bandages and feeling uncomfortable, though luckily not much in the way of the sight of blood.
He does notice Hubert standing nearby once he's aware. Hubert... did he bring him here? Linhardt frowns, wondering what troubles he might have caused by being knocked out and injured during battle. Luckily the other man doesn't appear to be hurt as well- he would feel awful if he had been.]
[There isn't any way around it - he'll have to head into battle tomorrow whether Linhardt's awake or not. It isn't something Her Majesty has told him, nor have the orders come from anyone else, but he knows. His magic is entirely too powerful to remove from battle and perhaps more importantly, he will always, always stand at Her Majesty's side. Nothing could ever be as important.
Yet still, he finds himself hoping Linhardt will recover enough to be awake tonight, so he can explain it. So he can promise he'll live through the battle tomorrow to come see him again.
And, perhaps selfishly, so he can be sure Linhardt is still alive.
The voice makes him jump - he'd been so wrapped up in his thoughts and busy staring out at the rest of camp that he hadn't noticed Linhardt wake.
It only takes a few steps for him to stride over, though once he's there he seems a bit unsure of what to do with himself.]
...Linhardt. I'm glad you're awake.
[The words don't really match the feeling of relief that floods through him.]
[It'd be much more pleasant to sleep through the discomfort and lingering pain. But he knows that isn't what Hubert meant, and although he attempts a smile to show he's joking, it doesn't quite work out so well.]
Happy to be alive, but not happy to be awake, that is.
[Better to clarify, then. Linhardt glances up at Hubert, thinking about his presence there. How long has he been waiting? He does seem worried...]
Did we win the battle? I...
[He looks away at the memory of Annette's surprised look just before she struck him with that spell. So little hesitation.]
I faltered at the sight of one of our former classmates. I just couldn't bring myself to attack her.
[Linhardt's words get a wry smile out of him, but the question is more important. He's prepared for it, and has already practiced the words that should set Linhardt's mind at ease, but...
It's the last statement that catches him off-guard.
He's always been aware that the others have trouble with fighting their former classmates - even Her Majesty had a bit of difficulty with the idea at first. Fighting - killing - doesn't come naturally to most people, and turning weapons on a former friend is not easy.
Linhardt is a healer, and he hates the sight of blood. Of course he wouldn't want to fight their former classmates. Of course he wouldn't want to be left in a position like that.
Already Hubert is planning, lost in thoughts of battalions and formations and even though he shouldn't be thinking like this - he should be thinking about placing Linhardt where he will be most useful - he only wants to find a spot to keep Linhardt safe, to protect him from having to face an old classmate again.
He draws himself from his thoughts.]
I understand. [He doesn't, not really. He'd kill anyone for Her Majesty. But he understands that some people are like this, and that it is something he needs to take into consideration.] It isn't easy to stand against a familiar face.
[He's quiet for a moment.]
We did not win the battle today. We were forced to retreat, though we haven't lost any ground. We already have plans in place for tomorrow. Our victory will come soon.
[The words are practiced and easy, said with complete confidence.]
For now... Focus on recovering. I will handle everything else.
[And oh, the battle wasn't won. That's disappointing to hear, although there's a small, traitorous part of him that is glad because that makes it more likely that Annette is still alive.
He shouldn't be rooting for her considering how she attacked him so viciously, but just because he has reservations does not mean others have the same. That doesn't mean Linhardt believes she should die or wishes ill on her. If he had it his way, the worst would result in her being taken prisoner.
Annette was such a sweet girl. It's painful that they're fighting on opposite sides.]
Oh. I see.
[Linhardt supposes he won't be in the next battle if they're preserving magic stores for the next. At least he still has some energy ready to help the worst of the injured that will be sure to arrive here tomorrow.]
Hubert, wait. [He reaches out a bandaged hand, drawing his fingers over the other man's palm.] Keep the rest of the Black Eagles safe, please? And take care of yourself.
[He adds extra emphasis to that last word. He knows how strong Hubert is, but he still wants him to hear Linhardt's concern for him.]
[He wants to take Linhardt's hand, to hold tight and never let go. He's terrified of hurting him though, so in the end he allows the touch but doesn't grip back.]
I won't allow anyone to fall under my command.
[It would be a huge blow to them if they were to lose any of the Black Eagles. But more than that, he doesn't want to see any of his classmates die. He might not see eye-to-eye with all of them, but at the very least there's respect there, if not fondness.]
And I... [A pause.] You don't need to worry about me, Linhardt. I won't die.
[It's the sort of thing he can't promise, irritatingly enough. His magic is exceptionally powerful and dangerous, but if he ends up at the pointy end of a weapon, there isn't much that could save him. War is unpredictable, and there's no telling what tomorrow will bring.
But his words are confident and certain, stated as a fact. He won't die, because he has entirely too much left to do.]
[He does smile at the reassurances. No, he knows Hubert can't promise anything when it comes to war because battles are always unpredictable, but... he still feels somewhat better hearing those words all the same.]
I'll hold you to that.
[He lets his hand drop back down to the cot and lets out a sigh. Being injured is awful... he's been injured in battle before, but never without magic to help him recover soon enough after. Having to preserve energy like this is a pain.
For once he wants to exert himself, if only to make life easier.]
Please come visit me after you are victorious. I will do my best to heal those who need it more than I, but I still wish to see you. [To make sure you're okay.]
[It's selfish to ask that of Linhardt, he knows that. But if Linhardt exerts himself too much, he could risk making his own injuries worse. It's for the best if Linhardt recovers; he is one of their best healers, after all. So there's a reason for it beyond his own selfishness - but that's not why he said it, he knows that.]
I will visit you as soon as I can. You can hold me to that as well.
[There will be plenty to do even in the aftermath of the battle, but he can spare a few minutes to check in with Linhardt, so the other man knows he's okay. It wouldn't do to let Linhardt worry about him.
...He doesn't really have a justification for that one, though.]
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Yes, it's true that Hubert looks exhausted, unkempt and not recently bathed. And yes, he probably hasn't had a proper meal in a day or two. But it isn't Linhardt's job to keep an eye on the Emperor's right hand man's health, is it? He'd probably snap at him and make excuses, all up until he passed out again like he had when they were back at the academy.
The easiest option would be to ignore all the warning signs. Normally he's the type of man who chooses the easiest path for himself, however... goddess help him, he's starting to care about Hubert more than he should. Not a wise course of action considering his undying devotion to the her Grace, and yet there is only so much running from the truth that he can manage at once before it becomes too exhausting.
So, despite nearly every fiber of his being yelling at him not to confront Hubert, Linhardt fights back against himself and goes to find the other man, wherever he might be at the moment.]
Hubert? I understand that this isn't exactly any of my business, however, I feel nobody else is coming forward to say it, so it will have to be me.
You look awful. When was the last time you stopped to care for yourself? It's showing. And if I've noticed it, others will have well.
[Ah, so maybe he could have put it a bit more gently. Still, at least he's said something. Now Hubert has no excuse but to confront the issue.]
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Well, okay, maybe that's not entirely accurate. Some of what he's been working on very easily could be given to Her Majesty or even Ferdinand if it was absolutely necessary. It isn't necessary, however, and he wouldn't wish to burden Her Majesty with anything else. Or deal with Ferdinand for any longer than he absolutely must. These are things he can handle, and even if they've been piling up lately and he can't remember the last time he slept, he's made it his duty to take care of all of them.
He's in the middle of a note to some of the local lords to request more troops when Linhardt interrupts him, and he looks up so quickly that his vision swims. That... isn't a good sign, but he chooses to ignore it and reaches for the cup of coffee at his side. Ugh, it's already cold...
He doesn't even get a greeting out before Linhardt's laying out the problem, and Hubert resists the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. He loses the battle to prevent a sigh, and he leans back in his chair and folds his hands.]
As I'm sure you're aware, there's plenty that needs to be done for our upcoming battles. There isn't any of this can can be left until later, and should we not make adequate preparations in advance, Her Majesty's army will be in trouble.
[There's only so much exceptionally talented warriors can do on their own, after all. While he can acknowledge that the Black Eagles are all incredibly powerful, they alone cannot carry the entire army.
Normally, Hubert would just leave it at that. Well, maybe he'd throw an order to get out of his office in there. But perhaps it's simply because he's too tired to bother, or maybe it's because despite everything, Linhardt has somehow managed to make himself somewhat endearing over the years. Regardless, he sighs again and continues.]
I promise I will take care of myself once all of this work is done. I would never risk entering battle without being properly prepared.
[...It's not exactly the most reassuring, but it's an attempt...]
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Actually, I seem to recall you collapsing five years ago for very similar reasons.
[And while Linhardt isn't about to volunteer to take the burden of work off of Hubert's shoulders, he will encourage him to split it among others, and also help him take care of himself.]
So your promise isn't good enough. If you collapse again, it might in the middle of a very serious battle.
Instead of risking that possibility, I must insist you stop working immediately. If we begin now, we can have you in proper working order by tomorrow morning.
[He's already compiling a to-do list in his mind: bath, a shave, food, split the work up, and sleep. It doesn't seem like a terribly long list.]
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"We"?
[Oh no. That's not good. Once Linhardt has set his mind on something, only a nap will deter him from it. While he never found any of Linhardt's passions to be particularly interesting or useful, he can at least acknowledge that the man is incredibly intelligent and incredibly determined when he sets his mind to something.]
I don't need any assistance, I can handle all of this on my own.
[It isn't harsh in the way it probably should be. It's easier for him to push people away, after all. Perhaps he's just tired.
As much as he hates to admit it, Linhardt does have a point. Getting himself in working order will certainly require a bit more effort than he first thought. He casts his eyes down at his work, frowning. If he isn't up to dealing with all of this now, working through the night (again) will certainly not help. He hasn't forgotten the lesson he learned five years ago, and he's been careful not to push himself too hard since then. He is Her Majesty's right hand, and should something happen to him due to his own negligence...
He won't allow it to happen. With a long-suffering sigh, he begins to rearrange the papers on his desk.]
I'll hand these off to some of the others. Is that acceptable?
[It's stiff, and more of a question than a sarcastic and biting response he was aiming for.]
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It obviously takes the man some time to come to the correct conclusion. When he does, Linhardt smiles with appreciation. It's always nice when someone listens to him, especially someone who normally would not do so. Not about matters of personal health and duty, anyway.]
That is acceptable. Thank you, Hubert.
[But he's still standing there with no obvious intentions of leaving.]
I will see you off, and then wait for you back at your chambers. I can have a bath and a meal waiting for you.
Don't tell anyone I'm doing this for you, either. I wouldn't want anyone to think I'm ever going to put in so much effort again. The thought makes me want to collapse as well.
[It's fortunate he only just woke up from a recent nap, giving him enough energy to go through all of this. Not to mention the extra bit of determination because it's Hubert's health at issue.]
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You don't need to bother. I promise I'll take care of myself.
[Once again, the words aren't biting like they should be. This whole thing has set him on edge in a way he doesn't like and isn't used to. But he's just so exhausted - and that's really only sinking in now, so perhaps he's closer to passing out than he would have thought. He doesn't have the energy to be as unpleasant as he usually is.
With the paperwork sorted and a list of people to visit before he can retire for the night, he finally stands.]
You have my word I won't mention this to anyone.
[It's in their best interest, really. Her Majesty doesn't need to know he's been pushing himself this hard, and Linhardt doesn't need anyone else knowing that he's being this useful. It works out. Now if Linhardt will just let him escape with his paperwork and retreat to his room in peace...
He gets about ten steps away from the desk before he stumbles, and while he's thankfully able to keep a hold on all the papers and not fall, he is coming to the realization that maybe he's not as prepared for this as he assumed.]
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Linhardt is standing close enough to catch him by his elbow, just in case he was in danger of falling over fully.]
This won't do at all.
[He'll have to call for someone else to distribute the papers and retrieve a meal. No matter. They're going to go straight to Hubert's chambers, no stops on the way.]
Off to your chambers we go. Once there I'll have someone come collect these papers.
[Keeping a hand on Hubert's elbow, he starts off toward said chambers, which are luckily not very far from the man's office. This is much worse than Linhardt thought. Thank goodness he decided to check in when he did, or else someone would have found the Emperor's right hand man asleep with his face in some papers and cold coffee at his side.]
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...I suppose I should thank you for coming to check on me when you did. It would have been inexcusable had Her Majesty found me like this.
[...That's not exactly a proper "thank you", but you know what, it's at least a start.
He doesn't have any further troubles on the way back to his room, though maybe that's because Linhardt's at his side to prevent anything from happening. Regardless, they'll make it to his room just fine. Perhaps unsurprisingly, his room is exactly as neat and tidy as his workspace, with very little to imply it's actually been lived in as opposed to somewhere he goes just to sleep.]
Your assistance is... appreciated.
[It's grudgingly admitted, but it's the truth. He's feeling a little light-headed even now, and the thought of trying to hand papers off to several different people is just so tiring. It's probably a good thing Linhardt interrupted him, even though he would have preferred no one catch him quite like this.]
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[He isn't the sort that requires excessive praise or gratitude. Sometimes it even makes him feel a bit uncomfortable. Hubert's way of thanking him is just right, by Linhardt's standards.
When they make it inside, he can't help but take a quick, curious glance around. Unlike his own room, Hubert's is so tidy. Too tidy, if he were to be asked. But that really isn't his business, so he doesn't say anything about it.]
Are you awake enough for a bath, or would you prefer to go straight to sleep?
[Of course he isn't about to let the man bathe and fall asleep in the water until it's icy cold. Though... how would Hubert feel about him watching him bathe, or even helping him? He might find that too much. Linhardt can't help but feel a twinge of excitement about the idea, though. How awful, but still to be expected considering his current feelings toward Hubert.]
I'll have you know I don't intend to walk away until you're safely in bed. Whichever you choose.
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In all honesty, it shouldn't be a question. Linhardt isn't leaving until he's in bed either way, and once he's rested he'll be able to handle everything else himself. Besides, the idea of Linhardt helping him bathe is just...
...It's more appealing than it should be, which is a bit difficult to admit even just to himself. He is Her Majesty's first and foremost and everything else is unimportant. Perhaps once this war is over and Her Majesty's goals have been realized he can start to consider things outside of that, but now is not the time or the place.
And besides, just the thought of Linhardt assisting him with a bath is entirely too embarrassing to seriously consider.]
...You don't need to stay. I can handle myself.
[Once again, there's no bite to it. It also isn't an answer, but that's... probably fine.]
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[He knows he's been bolder than usual, but is there any better time than now, in the thick of war?
Every time they go into battle, there's the chance of someone losing their life. It would be such a shame to have ignored simple pleasures for the sake of something as horrific as fighting and death.
Yet he knows he and Hubert will never see eye to eye on certain things... it's difficult to even know where to begin when it comes to issues of attraction. Would any of his advances be welcomed, or treated with scorn? Normally he would say he doesn't care, but in all honestly? He does. It matters to him more than he would like to admit. The thought of rejection is quite painful.]
I could start the bath while you undress. Would that be acceptable?
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Ridiculous. This whole thing is completely and utterly ridiculous and he should put such thoughts from his mind. Even if - if - he were to indulge in whatever fleeting desire this is (for it surely can't be anything substantial, not in the heat of war like this) there is no telling whether Linhardt feels the same way.
Linhardt is trying to help, and he needs to keep his mind where it belongs and not chasing something that could distract him.]
If you would.
[Still, he finds himself giving in anyway.
Linhardt will find that the bathroom is just as pristine as the rest of Hubert's living space. It shouldn't be particularly difficult or time-consuming to draw a bath, and you can probably hear Hubert moving to remove his uniform.]
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He toes off his shoes (because it would be a shame to trail any dirt in this room), and goes to start the hot water. Once the bath begins filling, Linhardt then begins his quest for everything a proper bathing experience requires. There's some shampoo, soap, oils- where are the oils? Hmph. That must just be something he uses, then.
Oh well.
He places the shampoo and soap at the edge of the bath, folding his arms as he listens to the soft sounds of Hubert undressing in the other room. If only he could watch. He's quite tall and handsome, isn't he? What would he look like beneath that uniform? It's a question Linhardt has wondered on many an occasion, and there's even the chance he might find out tonight.
Should he wait in here, then? Or leave the room? Ah... should have thought this part through a bit better.]
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Part 2 - Fighting Pains
Today they're in the midst of a battle against some of Dimitri's forces. They're touch men and women, absolutely determined that the Empire is evil and needs to be destroyed. When fighting against Faerghus, Linhardt always finds himself running to and fro more than usual, casting healing spells wherever he can do the most good.
Today feels particularly chaotic, however, and he's anticipating a possible stalemate and maybe a retreat by both sides. That said, he's about to go help another injured soldier when the sight of red hair catches his eye.
Annette.
He falters as their eyes meet. Hers widen as well in recognition, but... she doesn't hesitate much more than that. She casts a powerful spell to interrupt his healing progress, knocking him back a few feet. He skids in the dirt until his head impacts hard with a tree trunk.
Dazed, his entire body hurting, it's only a few moments before he falls unconscious.]
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Still, battles are not always predictable, and even the best-laid plans can falter. They've struggled today, with the Kingdom's army pushing back against them with more force than predicted. As much as he hates to admit it, it's getting late and they'll have to back off for the night.
Her Majesty has already given the order and holds the front lines while the others retreat, leaving him to check on their army. They've had casualties today, of course, but of the important figures in their army everyone is present and accounted for.
Wait. That's not right. Where's Linhardt?
He'd be lying if he said that he wasn't worried, and the thought is enough to spur him into action.
It doesn't take him long to find Linhardt, though it's luck that leads him in the right direction. He's alone when he finds the other man, and perhaps that's for the best. Hubert kneels, reaching out to check to make sure Linhardt's still breathing - still alive - and only lets out a sigh of relief once he's made sure of that.
He isn't a healer, and doesn't even know the basics of Faith magic to help. He'll just have to carry Linhardt, then. Without even checking to see if Linhardt will wake on his own, he moves to support the other man's neck and head before readying to pick him up bridal style.]
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He can't think clearly. It doesn't even occur to him who might be carrying him, enemy or ally.
He just hurts.]
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The next little bit is a blur, with the healers taking Linhardt back to camp. There's a tent specifically serving as the infirmary, with cots set up. The healers tend to Linhardt, and Hubert hovers near the entrance of the tent anxiously. Her Majesty had dropped by for a bit to receive Hubert's report, but aside from that she's left him to his own devices. She's always been incredibly smart; he's sure she already knows why he's here.
Still, he knows he should leave, that Linhardt will be fine. He should attend to his other duties, check on his own battalion, ensure that everyone is prepared for tomorrow... But he can't. He can't leave.
So he waits.]
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That means that Linhardt is going to be stuck in this tent instead of out on the battlefield tomorrow. When he's awake enough to be grateful about that much, he will be.
For now he's only starting to get his wits about him again. The worst of his injuries have been healed with magic, while the rest is going to have to settle with conventional medicine, at least until they're done fighting. In the meanwhile he'll have to get used to bandages and feeling uncomfortable, though luckily not much in the way of the sight of blood.
He does notice Hubert standing nearby once he's aware. Hubert... did he bring him here? Linhardt frowns, wondering what troubles he might have caused by being knocked out and injured during battle. Luckily the other man doesn't appear to be hurt as well- he would feel awful if he had been.]
Hubert?
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Yet still, he finds himself hoping Linhardt will recover enough to be awake tonight, so he can explain it. So he can promise he'll live through the battle tomorrow to come see him again.
And, perhaps selfishly, so he can be sure Linhardt is still alive.
The voice makes him jump - he'd been so wrapped up in his thoughts and busy staring out at the rest of camp that he hadn't noticed Linhardt wake.
It only takes a few steps for him to stride over, though once he's there he seems a bit unsure of what to do with himself.]
...Linhardt. I'm glad you're awake.
[The words don't really match the feeling of relief that floods through him.]
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[It'd be much more pleasant to sleep through the discomfort and lingering pain. But he knows that isn't what Hubert meant, and although he attempts a smile to show he's joking, it doesn't quite work out so well.]
Happy to be alive, but not happy to be awake, that is.
[Better to clarify, then. Linhardt glances up at Hubert, thinking about his presence there. How long has he been waiting? He does seem worried...]
Did we win the battle? I...
[He looks away at the memory of Annette's surprised look just before she struck him with that spell. So little hesitation.]
I faltered at the sight of one of our former classmates. I just couldn't bring myself to attack her.
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It's the last statement that catches him off-guard.
He's always been aware that the others have trouble with fighting their former classmates - even Her Majesty had a bit of difficulty with the idea at first. Fighting - killing - doesn't come naturally to most people, and turning weapons on a former friend is not easy.
Linhardt is a healer, and he hates the sight of blood. Of course he wouldn't want to fight their former classmates. Of course he wouldn't want to be left in a position like that.
Already Hubert is planning, lost in thoughts of battalions and formations and even though he shouldn't be thinking like this - he should be thinking about placing Linhardt where he will be most useful - he only wants to find a spot to keep Linhardt safe, to protect him from having to face an old classmate again.
He draws himself from his thoughts.]
I understand. [He doesn't, not really. He'd kill anyone for Her Majesty. But he understands that some people are like this, and that it is something he needs to take into consideration.] It isn't easy to stand against a familiar face.
[He's quiet for a moment.]
We did not win the battle today. We were forced to retreat, though we haven't lost any ground. We already have plans in place for tomorrow. Our victory will come soon.
[The words are practiced and easy, said with complete confidence.]
For now... Focus on recovering. I will handle everything else.
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[And oh, the battle wasn't won. That's disappointing to hear, although there's a small, traitorous part of him that is glad because that makes it more likely that Annette is still alive.
He shouldn't be rooting for her considering how she attacked him so viciously, but just because he has reservations does not mean others have the same. That doesn't mean Linhardt believes she should die or wishes ill on her. If he had it his way, the worst would result in her being taken prisoner.
Annette was such a sweet girl. It's painful that they're fighting on opposite sides.]
Oh. I see.
[Linhardt supposes he won't be in the next battle if they're preserving magic stores for the next. At least he still has some energy ready to help the worst of the injured that will be sure to arrive here tomorrow.]
Hubert, wait. [He reaches out a bandaged hand, drawing his fingers over the other man's palm.] Keep the rest of the Black Eagles safe, please? And take care of yourself.
[He adds extra emphasis to that last word. He knows how strong Hubert is, but he still wants him to hear Linhardt's concern for him.]
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I won't allow anyone to fall under my command.
[It would be a huge blow to them if they were to lose any of the Black Eagles. But more than that, he doesn't want to see any of his classmates die. He might not see eye-to-eye with all of them, but at the very least there's respect there, if not fondness.]
And I... [A pause.] You don't need to worry about me, Linhardt. I won't die.
[It's the sort of thing he can't promise, irritatingly enough. His magic is exceptionally powerful and dangerous, but if he ends up at the pointy end of a weapon, there isn't much that could save him. War is unpredictable, and there's no telling what tomorrow will bring.
But his words are confident and certain, stated as a fact. He won't die, because he has entirely too much left to do.]
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I'll hold you to that.
[He lets his hand drop back down to the cot and lets out a sigh. Being injured is awful... he's been injured in battle before, but never without magic to help him recover soon enough after. Having to preserve energy like this is a pain.
For once he wants to exert himself, if only to make life easier.]
Please come visit me after you are victorious. I will do my best to heal those who need it more than I, but I still wish to see you. [To make sure you're okay.]
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[It's selfish to ask that of Linhardt, he knows that. But if Linhardt exerts himself too much, he could risk making his own injuries worse. It's for the best if Linhardt recovers; he is one of their best healers, after all. So there's a reason for it beyond his own selfishness - but that's not why he said it, he knows that.]
I will visit you as soon as I can. You can hold me to that as well.
[There will be plenty to do even in the aftermath of the battle, but he can spare a few minutes to check in with Linhardt, so the other man knows he's okay. It wouldn't do to let Linhardt worry about him.
...He doesn't really have a justification for that one, though.]
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