[Closed] April Catchall

[finesseblade]

Who: Felix + Various
When: Throughout April
Where: Throughout Aefenglom, and a little Dorchacht too
What: Quests, Events, and Shenanigans!
Warnings: Maybe a little blood, a little body horror, all kinds of fun stuff

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[bloodypath]

[Hubert casually spreads his hands before him, much like he did in their first dream encounter.]

You are correct—nothing of interest. Merely the wake of what I presume was the Tragedy of Duscar. Pity, that.

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[ The hiss between his teeth turns to an animal snarl, and then a lunge—not with a blade, but with his fists, snatching at Hubert's collar. Not outright violence but a threat display nonetheless.

There are people who have shared his memories, and people who have seen them and been allowed. Hubert is not one of those people. ]

You wouldn't have a damn clue. Pity does it an injustice. But you weren't there, were you? You wouldn't know. You had no right to see that.

[bloodypath]

[The sudden movement prompts little reactions—a twitch of Hubert's fingers, narrowing of his eyes, tension drawing tight in his shoulders—but then it relaxes back into that same slightly-smug expression Hubert was wearing prior after a fraught second.]

[It isn't easy to force himself to react. Being within arms reach of an enemy always set uneasy needles pricking along Hubert's skin, but reason reassures him. This was a dream. So Hubert smiles down at the shorter man, not resisting.]

No right to see... what, exactly? There was nothing to see, other than you racing along the corridors after Rodrigue refused to answer you. Hearing, though—my, it sounded like your Prince had quite an episode of shock.

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[ Felix's eyes flash, and for a second—just for a second—his grip on the front of Hubert's shirt tightens. The growl in his throat rising in volume. ]

And you find that amusing?

[ For all he's made his vocal disdain for the heir to the throne of Faerghus abundantly clear, there are some things that don't fade with time, some feelings that are not so simple or black and white as either hatred or loyalty.

And maybe Felix's loyalties are not so clear-cut or selfish as he'd like to believe. Maybe Hubert just tugged on that golden thread of mystery a little too hard, and unraveled something he wasn't meant to.

Which makes Felix stiffen, and immediately release him, stepping back, closing off the too-obvious display of emotion. ]

If it'd been her in the same position, you wouldn't be smiling.

[bloodypath]

[His eyebrows raised, almost as if in pleasant surprise. Felix really has taken to his growling. Hubert wasn't quite sure what thread he found, but the way the swordsman suddenly relents tells him he found something.]

My, my. You truly are growing into your changes.

[His hands habitually rise to smooth out the wrinkles in his shirt.]

But, you are correct; I certainly wouldn't be. [He's seen enough of what's befallen Edelgard. More than he could bear to.] If I were a man of greater sympathies, I might give my condolences. But such is not the case.

[Hubert tilts his head, one arm folding across his chest and the other settling under his chin.] I admit—I'm surprised. That isn't the comment I expected you to take issue with.

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[ Hubert's prodding about his changes, thankfully, doesn't sting quite the way it used to, and so Felix—tight-lipped, angry, but controlled now—sets about fixing his gloves from the incident, and the awkward slant of his belts. He's grateful Hubert doesn't offer condolences. He doesn't want them, and they wouldn't sound right coming from his mouth, anyway.

Besides, now that he knows what Hubert saw, he knows that he missed the worst parts of that memory.]

You expect me to be upset about—what, exactly, my father?

[ His eyes stray again, drawn inexplicably and irresistibly to another mirror close by. Mostly unadorned, but there are a handful of details that match...

His eyes flicker back to Hubert. ]

...You saw a politician playing politics, and nothing more. Surely you know how that works.