#mentioned ingrid

[askhubertvonvestra]

Hubert I apologize for Sylvains behavior.-Ingrid

There is no need. You didn’t force him to make these choices; therefore, you owe no apology. Although he pretends otherwise, Sylvain is intelligent enough to know better than behave in such a way. The only remorseful party here should be the man himself.

[asksylvain]

Help i can't sleep

Well, why can’t you sleep? How you handle it really depends on what the reason is. Because if your mind just won’t stop, that’s way different than sore muscles.

If it’s your head, the best thing I do is keep myself busy until I can’t keep my eyes open. It used to be that I’d pass time in town until I barely awake enough to make it back to my room, but now a few laps around the grounds does the trick. Felix trains or polishes his weapons, Ingrid reads or goes for a ride, His Highness drinks tea... Basically, you’ve got to try a few things before you find the ones that work. 

If you’re feeling sore and restless, try any combination of a warm bath, cozy blankets, and one of those new magic bed warmers without the coals. Sweet dreams, my friend!

[ask-felixhugofraldarius]

Felix what was Dimitri, Ingrid and Sylvain like as kids.

As kids? Well...

Sylvain was always the older brother to us. He always supported us even though he had his own struggles. He wasn’t a skirt chaser either.

Ingrid never really changed. Other than the fact that since Glenn died she had this sad smile whenever we did something that Glenn used to do.

...The boar and I were close. So close that I would have called him my brother. Until the incident 9 years ago he gained a darker aura. His beast showed itself.

[asksylvain]

GLENN HAS A CRUSH ON JERITZA BUT YOU DIDN'T HEAR THAT FROM ME!

Wait, he does?? And I mentioned Ingrid before, I... I just assumed, and... Ugh, I should really learn not to do that. Ever.

...Also, do you really think you should be yelling about this? If it’s a secret and all, that doesn’t seem like the best idea to keep it that way.

[asksylvain]

*Sets up one of those cartoon traps where there's a slice of cake under a box being held up by a stick*

...

Alright, I know this is a trap, but I really want that cake. It’s got to be good if it’s in a trap, right?

But it’s such an obvious trap, maybe there’s a bigger, even worse trap I don’t see. 

That’s it. I’m getting Ingrid.

[asksylvain]

Hey Sylvie you're a cutie

Back at you! We’re two birds of a feather, you and me. Ingrid’s ruling the gorgeous warrior look, and Dedue is has the stalwart guardian appeal down pat. Of course, Felix and Dimitri took over handsome completely. For a couple cuties like us, that just leaves being naturally adorable.

[askhubertvonvestra]

F*ck, Marry, Kill Hilda, Ingrid, and Dorothea. Hubie. Please tell me.

How strangely polite. 

For the first, Hilda is the most suitable of the three. I doubt she’d see to it herself, and by way of her absence, I could assume I did my part and be on my way with minimal time wasted.

Regarding marriage, Dorothea has expressed an interest in doing so in order to get to know me better for reasons I still do not fully understand. Still, she would be pleased with going through the ceremony itself. I trust her not to be manipulative or deceitful with the arrangement.

And that only leaves a task I had to attend to to begin with. The knights of Faerghus are renowned for their fealty above all else. They stand between Her Majesty and victory, therefore, Ingrid was fated to perish the moment the war began. This is hardly new.

[asksylvain]

Wow Dimitri really did that? He is really strong if he could pick you up like that. Now any cute stories about Ingrid as a child?

Oh yeah, he didn’t know his own strength for a while. That was an interesting time.

...Uh, Ingrid? She spent most of her time yelling at me for getting in trouble. Or getting Felix or Dimitri in trouble right along with me. Or having them rescue me from my trouble.

Oh, you know what? There was one time where she was pretty adorable. I don’t remember which birthday it was, but she got me this very nice handkerchief embroidered with my initials on it. Of course, I had all kinds of fancy things. I didn’t want for anything, courtesy of my parents. If there was something that could be bought to represent power or status, I had it, whether I asked for it or not. 

I guess that’s what made her think I might not like it. She was pretty nervous to hand it over when it was such a small box. Way smaller than everything else that came before it. Ingrid was a lot of things: fierce, beautiful, fearless, and somehow always hungry, but she was almost never unsure. To mean that much that she was worried what I would think, that really reached my heart. There could have been nothing at all in that box, and I would have been happy to get it, just to see her smile.

You know, I don’t remember many other presents from that party, and I still have that dapper handkerchief. After everything that’s happened, I think that’s saying something.