𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔 & 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒆 | ???
𝑨 𝑯𝑶𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹 gloved in ivory crosses the lower lip, a thin brow quirked in skeptical amusement, and one hand retained its retreat at his flank; a singular scoff was his chuckle, sincerity obscured by the malice of it. “No gestures will suffice, knight.”
A lover of delicacies and confections revealed themself before him‒‒‒‒he could taste the bile before it rose. Hubert closed his eyes, silent disagreement, and pressed thin lips together; their differences were too extreme. Polar opposites. Could only grow the space between them, never narrow it and make it slim; they would forever be opposites, and he resigned himself to this notion with nary a second thought. However, that did not mean he could not procure proper diplomatic fruition with this…fellow. It would simply be…insufferable.
“I will decline your offer.” Although…
Coffee. It was a singular weakness‒‒‒‒the only one he would acknowledge; he allowed himself a cup, claiming the handle with his hooked finger, bringing it to the lips. A proper burn and bitterness‒‒‒‒it livened the senses. Theoretically, this would quell his distaste from the witnessed horror of pastry consumption.
“Hubert von Vestra, vassal to Her Imperial Highness,” He spoke, though he did not offer the traditional bow. This endeavor was designed to be…informal. “Of Imperial Adrestia.” A second sip. “Then, you are from overseas?” His first thought is to Petra and the illumination to foreign dilligence her presence avered. “Altea, you said. Is it imperial, or a mere monarchy? It is not on our known maps.”
Aight, Luke could tell when he was truly defeated. Some opposites attracted, but they were actively repelling each other too much for anything to happen. Well, he could live with that! It was only defeat if he let his spirits down on such a fine day as this!
“No gestures?” Luke put a hand on his own chest, as if he was affronted, but he was far too dramatic for any seriousness to stick. “Then you shall be denied my improvised romantic poetry! Nah, just kidding, even I don’t do that. Got you going a bit though, eh?” He laughed, deep and amused despite this situation going exactly the opposite way he’d wished.
Hubert didn’t want any pastries, which Luke decided meant that he could grab another for himself. He was pleased when Hubert reached for a cup of coffee (yes!!!! Humanity!!!) and took it as a bit of progress.
Oh man, this felt like networking. With nobles. Eururgghghghghgh.
This was some boring stuff his older brother Lukas would do. Well, he’d do it with The Luke’s flair intact!
“Nice nice, Hubert. Altea is far away, across the sea and all that, can’t remember which one though. Yeah, we’re just a monarchy.” Just a monarchy, how weird was that? “King Marth cares for our people, and we want to have peace all around. Not many people could pull it off, but our guy sure can. We fought too hard to ruin what we got, you know? So I think it’s better this way.”