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It had been hours since his scouts had delivered the report, but their final words still ran through Hubert’s head in an incessant loop.
“It could be no one else, sir. I’m sorry but the woman we saw was Ingrid Galatea.”
Hubert sat in what had once been his dorm room. Now it belonged to both himself and Ingrid, a mix of their own possessions as well as items they considered theirs. All of it made Hubert seethe now. He had allowed this to happen. Had allowed Ingrid to sleep beside him, had allowed her into his heart-- only for this to occur. The one thing he hadn’t let his paranoia convince him could happen.
The lock turned. Hubert steeled himself and stood from the desk, schooling his features into a stoic expression that did not allow his inner turmoil to show through.
Ingrid entered the room as if it were any other day. She smiled when she saw Hubert and took off her riding gloves. “This is a nice surprise. Usually when I’m done with patrol you’re already getting lunch.” Shutting the door behind her, Ingrid stepped close to kiss Hubert in greeting.
But he put up a hand to stop her. “We need to talk,” he stated.
Visibly perplexed, Ingrid stepped back again. Hubert had been thinking over how to begin this conversation but, now that Ingrid was in front of him, his emotions threatened to take hold. “I know you met with your brother last night.” The words came out sharp. Ingrid’s mouth turned into a firm line, which did nothing to steady Hubert. “What is he doing so close to Garreg Mach? What did you two discuss?”
Ingrid tucked her gloves away in her pocket, eyes on the floorboards. Hubert held enough affection for her to give her a moment to collect her thoughts. If it were anyone else he would have had a spell aimed at their throat by now, demanding they be quicker about it.
“I asked him to meet with me,” Ingrid said at last. “I urged him to pull back our family’s troops, get them away from the front lines. Our people have suffered enough. I thought if he could order Galatea’s troops away from Arianrhod then some Galatean families wouldn’t lose--”
“You told him of Arianrhod?!” Calculations sped through Hubert’s mind-- the speed at which the average Galatean horse could ride, weather conditions to the east of Garreg Mach, how fast he could gather the Strike Force. ”Most of our own soldiers do not yet know of that plan!”
Ingrid held his gaze with determination. “He can move our troops to Gideon territory without arousing much suspicion. He swore he wouldn’t speak of the true reason to anyone.”
“Because he’s your brother? The brother you betrayed 5 years ago to fight for the Empire?”
Here Ingrid’s confidence faltered. “I- I know what I’m doing. You just have to trust me.”
“I should never have trusted you,” Hubert found himself saying. The hurt on Ingrid’s face was akin to a stab in Hubert’s chest, but he didn’t flinch.
“I just... Hubert, I just wanted to protect my family from suffering further.”
“And in doing so, you may have doomed mine to suffer the most.” Hubert moved past Ingrid towards the door. “I must speak to Lady Edelgard and the Professor. Stay out of my sight.”
Ingrid didn’t respond. One hand on the door handle, Hubert-- despite his fury telling him to resist-- looked back. Ingrid’s shoulders were shaking. Her head was bowed but no sound escaped.
How Hubert wanted to take her hand. How he wanted to let her sob into his neck as she had many times during these five long years of war. How he wanted to reassure her that this would pass and they would face tomorrow together, as always.
But he couldn’t. Gritting his teeth, Hubert pushed out the door and made for the staircase, trying to think of where Lady Edelgard would be at this time and forcing himself to lock away all emotion for now.
There were more important things to concentrate on. There were strangely less painful things to concentrate on.
Ingrid / Hubert - something about magic lessons maybe? (For the three sentences? Sorry, I reread a fic for them by you now I’m craving more but no pressure)
Hubert swatted aside her pathetic Mire spell with ease-- and Ingrid expected him to bark at her to try harder, or sneer at her lack of magical talent, or even say that teaching her was a waste of his time.
Instead, Hubert crossed the arena and gently took her by the wrists, saying, “Try not to shove your arms out so harshly-- dark magic is not about physical force.”
Ingrid swallowed and nodded, willing away a blush as he guided her through the correct motions for casting.
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Hubert Rarepair Week Day 4: Dark Magic/Travel
NOT DONE WITH THIS WEEK YET! Had to make a day for Ingrid/Hubert-- and finally got to add a side of Annette & Hubert Magic Bros. Only one more day to go after this!
Summary:
[Ingrid stopped at her bedroom door. She knew there was a mess waiting inside. Every time she felt the urge to jump on her pegasus and take off for Enbarr early, she would scratch the itch by packing for the trip. Her closet and drawers were in complete disarray, her bags open and spilled supplies across the floor, and whetstones and small piles of rations dotted her bed. None of which Ingrid felt like cleaning up just now.
34 (Returned from the dead kiss) and continuing the trend, with Hubert? O:
(got a good match right here for yah, babe ;3)
((blood mention warning for the below text))
34. Returned from the dead kiss
He’s not breathing he’s not breathing he’s not–
The words rang through Ingrid’s head like a demonic mantra as she spurred her pegasus into a straight dive towards a dark figure on the battlefield. It had taken too long to find him after the battle. There was no way Hubert was still alive.
Ingrid grew more sure of this the closer she got to the ground. Hubert’s black clothes saved him from looking like a gory mess but he was still encircled by blood, scorch marks, and arrows.
Feet from the ground Ingrid dismounted and ran to him. “Mercedes!” She cried, even thought she was sure he couldn’t be alive. Almost sure. A grim spark of hope was forming now that Ingrid could see for herself.
Hubert looked impossibly worse up close. His face was pale, slack, blood slicking his hair to his forehead like sweat. Ingrid came to a halt and knelt at his side, heedless of the blood and mud staining her knees.
With shaking hands, she pressed two fingers to his neck, closing her eyes and trying to concentrate. It still took her a moment to register what she was feeling. A weak but determined beat. A pulse. Life.
“Mercedes!”
“I’m here!” Mercedes, her pale dress somehow untouched by the battle, was running up the rise towards them. Her gaze landed on Hubert and she gasped. “Ingrid, is he–” “
“Yes, barely. Please, Mercedes-”
Before Ingrid could finish, Mercedes was on the other side of Hubert, bright magic dancing around her fingers and mouth in a firm line.
Ingrid kept her eyes on Hubert’s face. How dare he do this. How dare he even think about dying when he was the reason she had joined the Black Eagle class all those years ago. If it weren’t for their constant bickering becoming more of a fun pass time than an annoyance, if he hadn’t challenged her at every turn to improve herself as a knight…
If he hadn’t looked so cute shying away from her pegasus, if she hadn’t flown right to him when she decided to leave her family for Edelgard’s cause, if she hadn’t offered to give him tips for fighting with a lance ‘just in case’–
If it weren’t for so many things, Ingrid wouldn’t be feeling this pain right now. It wouldn’t feel like losing Glenn all over again. Except it was somehow worse, seeing the gore surrounding Hubert instead of having to imagine what Glenn’s last few moments had been like.
The glow of Mercedes’ magic faded. There was a pause where Ingrid saw Mercedes’ shoulders slump. And then Hubert’s chest moved and his eyes opened a sliver.
Later, Ingrid would realize kissing him in that moment was a completely stupid idea. The whole point was getting him to breathe again. He was likely so dazed that nothing registered to him so it could be considered taking advantage to take a kiss.
But that wouldn’t occur to Ingrid for hours. As soon as Hubert drew in a shaky breath, Ingrid pressed her lips to his. It wasn’t sweet or shy or anything like a first kiss between two people should be. It was the kiss equivalent of a slap in the face.
“You’re not getting out of your war that easily,” she stated quietly, smoothing back his bangs. Mercedes was already calling for more hands to help bring Hubert to the healer’s tent. Ingrid kissed his forehead, tasting copper, and promised to meet him there as he was taken away.
Entdecke die Sehenswürdigkeiten von St. Ingbert: Eine Reise durch die Stadt St. Ingbert ist eine kleine, aber schöne Stadt im Saarland. Es ist bekannt für seine historischen Gebäude, seine malerischen Parks und seine lebendige Kulturszene. Egal, ob Sie ein Tourist oder ein Einheimischer sind, St. Ingbert bietet viele Möglichkeiten, um die Sehenswürdigkeiten der Stadt zu …
Entdecke die Sehenswürdigkeiten von St. Ingbert: Eine Reise durch die Stadt
St. Ingbert ist eine kleine, aber schöne Stadt im Saarland. Es ist bekannt für seine historischen Gebäude, seine malerischen Parks und seine lebendige Kulturszene. Egal, ob Sie ein Tourist oder ein Einheimischer sind, St. Ingbert bietet viele Möglichkeiten, um die Sehenswürdigkeiten der Stadt zu entdecken.
Historische Gebäude in St. Ingbert
Wenn Sie die historischen Gebäude von St. Ingbert entdecken möchten, sollten Sie zuallererst das Rathaus besuchen. Es wurde im 19. Jahrhundert im neugotischen Stil erbaut und ist ein wunderschönes Beispiel für die Architektur des Saarlandes. Ein weiteres interessantes Gebäude ist die alte Synagoge, die im 18. Jahrhundert errichtet wurde. Sie ist ein beeindruckendes Beispiel für die jüdische Geschichte der Stadt.
Malerische Parks in St. Ingbert
St. Ingbert bietet viele malerische Parks, die einen Besuch wert sind. Der Stadtpark ist ein beliebter Ort, an dem man sich entspannen und die Natur genießen kann. Der Park ist voller schöner Blumen und Bäume, die ein wunderbares Ambiente schaffen. Ein weiterer schöner Park ist der Kulturpark, der zahlreiche Kunstwerke und historische Denkmäler beherbergt.
Kulturszene in St. Ingbert
St. Ingbert bietet eine lebendige Kulturszene. Die Stadt hat viele Museen, Galerien und Theater, die Besuchern einzigartige Einblicke in die Kultur der Stadt geben. Das Stadtmuseum ist ein wichtiger Ort, an dem man mehr über die Geschichte und Kultur von St. Ingbert erfahren kann. Ein weiteres Highlight ist das Musiktheater, in dem regelmäßig Konzerte und Aufführungen stattfinden.
Kulinarische Erlebnisse in St. Ingbert
St. Ingbert bietet auch eine Reihe von kulinarischen Erlebnissen. Die Stadt ist bekannt für ihre saarländische Küche, die eine Mischung aus französischer und deutscher Küche ist. In den Restaurants der Stadt können Sie traditionelle Gerichte wie Saumagen und Saarländische Knödel probieren. Es gibt auch eine große Auswahl an internationalen Gerichten, die Sie in den vielen Cafés und Bars der Stadt genießen können.
Einkaufen in St. Ingbert
St. Ingbert bietet auch viele Einkaufsmöglichkeiten. Es gibt viele kleine Boutiquen, in denen Sie einzigartige Kleidung, Accessoires und Souvenirs finden können. Es gibt auch viele Geschäfte, in denen Sie regionale Spezialitäten kaufen können.
Fazit
St. Ingbert ist eine wunderbare Stadt, die viele Sehenswürdigkeiten zu bieten hat. Es gibt viele historische Gebäude, malerische Parks, eine lebendige Kulturszene und viele kulinarische Erlebnisse zu entdecken. Es gibt auch viele Einkaufsmöglichkeiten, in denen Sie einzigartige Kleidung, Accessoires und Souvenirs finden können. Wenn Sie also nach einem Ort suchen, an dem Sie die Sehenswürdigkeiten der Stadt entdecken können, dann ist St. Ingbert der perfekte Ort für Sie.
