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[hresvlgse]

                                   @aegeir​    &   @hresvlgse​    &    @svartastr​                                       𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛,    𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛,    𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡

DO NOT REBLOG UNLESS YOU’RE THOARIA OR VIOLET.

[aegeir]

@svartastr replied to your post “imagine having ferdinand look @ u in utter disgust ”

hubert voice God I Wish That Were Me

bro it is you

[halycondaze]

@svartastr | judging people.

♔ —  ❝  YOU KNOW––  One would think all these nobles would get a sore back from groveling so much.  ❞

[vitavitale]

@svartastr ;

Like a specter in the night, clad in black, almost imperceptible by sight—and had it not been for the color of his pallid flesh peeking out among the obsidian, he'd have gone along unheard and unseen. It wasn't his will to hide among the living and the dead; he stepped coolly through streets unfamiliar with nary a care whether or not he'd be spotted. Quietude spread like a blanket, draped above and all about him. The stillness of night made this place almost one of mourning, as if a great loss had been suffered by the folks who'd shut themselves away in their homes and left only the wind to frolic through spaces ordinarily occupied. A breeze pushed into the warlock's back, gently moving his hair and the long garment that had barely clung to his frame. Nothing chill, but mild; a reminder of the temperate season. Without a doubt, the evening would have yielded so much more tranquility if V wasn't presently on the hunt. More the predator to stalk than give reckless chase—and he'd begun to think he'd make a better go of it if he had sprinted all about town, beneath the guidance of airborne eyes to lead him in the appropriate direction. As it happened, Griffon's voice interrupted the deathly quiet every now and again as he'd scouted areas ahead.

“I know I'd seen that little bugger right around here,” complained the demon, airing his frustration for, seemingly, the entire town to hear. “Next time I tell you I see 'em, you run, capisce?” He'd allege that his master's want for urgency had occasioned their current trouble: they'd lost their prey, hide nor hair of it to be seen for the handfuls of minutes that dragged along. V had nothing to say in reply, knowing Griffon would blow off steam whenever he'd been in the mood. Anything to blame another: V would, in turn, allege that his familiar's inaction upon first sighting the fiend had led to this.

Another spell of quiet, peace for one minute before Griffon's feathers caught metaphorical fire. “There's the asshole! I'm going in, V!” Something well beyond the warlock's sight, but all the same he watched as his demon dove out of the sky in a beeline for whatever lay ahead. With trust implicit in his familiar, V took heed of his friendly advice and picked up the pace, ultimately racing forward to meet with Griffon and put an end to the job he'd taken upon himself to finish.

[aegeir]

@svartastr said: 💓 HIT ME WITH UR BEST, FERDINAND VON AEGIR

          it was a matter of state, it always was, that riled the both of them up in a way that was synonymous with the majority of their interactions during their time at the officers academy. wrong or right, this or that. edelgard, edelgard, edelgard. he --- ferdinand, of all people ! what with the devotion that had burned within him since they were kids --- was growing sick of hearing her name from hubert’s lips. a man of similar sentiments as he, ferdinand knew, but, for once, he so wished that hubert did not bear a torch for their emperor. it felt as if the future prime minister had wrenched it from the other’s hands & had set himself aflame, the feeling was so intense. before he can even register the action, he is making a grab for hubert’s collar. there is an attempt at self - defense, by way of raising a hand, that is easily cast aside by ferdinand’s superior physical strength; he should have known by now just how dangerous he could be when angered.

          ❛ will you not think of anything else ?! ❜ he bares his fangs & closes in for the kill, lifting & shoving the minister against the wall of their shared office. it was always a wall, always a corner, as if dealing with prey & this was a slaughter. why, he could just sink his teeth in ---

          ❛ other than --- than how it’ll affect edelgard ? are you truly so foolish as --- ❜ he cuts himself off, wide eyes searching & searching & searching. he finds nothing. there is nothing to see & there is nothing he can see when blinded by rage. nothing beyond, perhaps, the sharp cut of hubert’s cheekbones, the neutral set of his lips. lips that would twist subtly, that would part in preparation for a response. as the words are just about to leave hubert’s mouth, ferdinand decides that he does not wish to hear them.

          his own lips press to hubert’s with great force, his grip at the man’s collar tightening more if possible. when they were younger, he would’ve sooner kissed a mule than one such hubert von vestra. now, however, he supposes that years of tension had come undone & whatever was holding him back released him. somewhere in his rage, somewhere in that intrusive scent of coffee that he was slowly starting to adore --- because it was so very hubert & there was no one else that he’d rather spend almost every second of his day with. he forgets himself & the heat of the moment consumes him. so much so that he hardly notices that hubert does not pull away, that he instead reciprocates. it leaves him nigh breathless, he could almost ---

          he steps back. dizzy & eyes half - lidded, he somehow manages to still look immaculate & just a touch angry. red had crept up from the base of his collar, to his ears, to his face, where it settles into just a light dusting.

          ❛ now, will you be silent ? ❜ his flush darkens considerably. ❛ i ... much prefer it when that is what you use your mouth for. not testing my patience. ❜

[hresvlgse]

                            @svartastr​ said: ❝ i’d die for you. i love you. i love you so much & it’s killing me. ❞                           prompt.   accepting.

      𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒,    even  though  she  could  not  imagine  her  existence  without  him ?     does  the  moon  yearn  to  rip  herself  from  the  night’s  grasp,    so  he  wouldn’t  fall  with  her  every  dawn-----     or  does  it  long  to  surround  herself  in  his  embrace,    succumbing  to  the  comfort  of  their  shared  touch.    not  unlike  the  celestial  beauty,     edelgard  finds  herself  at  this  strange  sort  of  dilemma.     her  scarred  arms  rest  atop  hubert’s  own,    her  fingers  running  along  the  length  of  his  palm,    absentmindedly  tracing  the  lines  there.    there  were  many  times,    especially  since  she  had  declared  war,   that  they  would  sit  like  this:    her  back  to  his  chest,     his  breath  at  her  ear,    their  legs  pressed  so  tightly  together  as  if  even  the  tiniest  gap  between  them  would  yawn  wider,   stealing  the  other  away  to  unbearable  distances.     they  cling  to  each  other  behind  closed  doors    &    neither  discusses  their  actions  the  following  morning-----      if  her  heart  weren’t  so  preoccupied  with  her  mission,    it  might  find  itself  with  a  surplus  of  doubt.     

with  sleep  -  ridden  movements,     she  examines  his  sleeves;     he  was  still dressed  in  his  usual  garb  while  edelgard  had  opted  for  a  pale  blouse     &    skin - tight  riding  trousers-----      her  weariness  wouldn’t  allow  her  to  return  to  her  usual  nightwear,     for  any  misfortune  could  arise  while  she  slept.     she  knew,     from  the  long,    cold  years  they’ve  spent  together,    that  he’d  make  sure  she  was  asleep  to  then  slip  away     &    do  what  he  deems  must  be  done.     this  irritates  her,    the  emotion  trampling  whatever  stillness  of  mind  she  had  cultivated  for  those  few  moments.    ❝    you’re  going  to  put  me  to  bed,     like  a  child,    &    leave  to  do  exactly  what  i  ordered  you  not  to  do,    isn’t  that  right ?   ❞    her  voice  commands  authority  well,    but  within  such  an  intimate  moment  like  this,   she  wishes  she  could  be  softer   (   he  deserved  a  woman  like  that,   she  thinks   ).    ❝    hubert,    if  you  care  for  me  as  much  as  you  claim,    you  should  at  least  grant  me  the  privilege  of  knowing  your  whereabouts.    ❞    she  turns  around  to  face  him,     the  bed  creaking  underneath  them.    the  emperor’s  gaze  is  piercing,    potent  in  its  sharpness.

❝     i  am  terribly  tired  of  this  guessing  game;    you’ve  given  me  no  choice  but  to  question  if  your  confession  the  other  week  holds  any  truth.    were  you  only  trying  to  shock  me  into  silence  so  i  wouldn’t  pry  any  further ?    what  if  you  get  fatally  wounded,  hubert ?     &    no  one  knows  where  you’ve  went ?    what  of  your  secrets  then ?    what  of  me  then  ?    ❞    she  does  not  know  when  she  raised  her  voice  in  the  midst  of  her  tirade,    but  her  words  abruptly  cut  off     &    she  can  hardly  come  to  meet  his  gaze.   however,    that  matters  very  little  when  he  speaks:

❝    i’d die for you.    i love you.    i love you so much and it’s killing me.    ❞

despite  the  anger  that  still  wells  up  at  the  base  of  her  throat,     she  sinks  into  the  mattress     &    she  seems  to  deflate.     ❝     that .  .  .     that’s  not  my  point.     why  don’t  you  see  how  every  time  you  say  that,    it  hurts  me.    ❞    she  forgets  herself  for  a  second,    &    crawls  back  to  him  at  the  base  of  the  bed,     her  fingers  coming  up  to  cup  his  cheek  like  she’s  done  so  many  times  before   (   but  she  won’t  tell  him  she  loves  him  as  well,     the  time  for  that  was  not  now   ).

❝     stay  with  me  tonight,     please.     i  want  to  see  you  live  a  fruitful,    happy  life    &    you  cannot  do  that  if  you  go  out  so  late  doing  who  knows  what.    i  know .  .  .     that  i  am  not  the  easiest  to  deal  with,     but  you  cannot  sacrifice  your  own  wellbeing  for  mine  so  often.   i’ll  chain  you  to  me,     if  i  have  to.    but  please .  .  .     stay.    ❞

[aegeir]

@svartastr said: 🎀 Let Hubert Do Ferdinand’s Hair, I’m Begging

          there is a content sigh that escapes the noble’s lips as practiced fingers weave their way through his hair. ferdinand knew that, as edelgard’s aide, hubert was sure to be experienced in doing hair if the emperor’s elaborate updo was anything to go by. thus, not only for the fact that they were lovers, ferdinand feels blessed to have it be his hands that guide orange - gold locks into a plait. his complacency is broadcast through the mirror of the vanity that he’d been sat in front of & on more than one occasion, he catches mint green ( or were they closer to a yellow - green now ? ‘twould depend on the lighting, he supposes ) eyes in the looking glass. each & every time, ferdinand’s grin would widen & he’d look to hubert in unbridled admiration, praising his efforts each & every step of the way. and --- at least, this was how ferdinand saw it --- hubert would become momentarily distracted, so much so as to accidentally tug just a bit too roughly at the hair he was working, earning a flinch from ferdinand. but it did not upset him, no ... it was nice to see such playfulness from hubert. his sunny smile never faltered.

          ❛ ah, hubert, i do envy edelgard --- to feel such serenity each and every morn and eve must be nice ... ❜ he knows how the statement sounds & he knows that, thankfully, it will not be how it is immediately taken. ❛ of course, that does not outweigh the great pleasure that being the one you see first and last brings me. ❜ the man chuckles & it is a warm sound, bordering on boisterous even & he fears that if he does not control himself, he may let loose an ‘ ignoble ’ snort as well. ❛ i can allow our lady the privilege. ❜ then comes another tug & instead of flinching, ferdinand lets loose that which he’d kept at bay, only causing him to laugh harder.

          ❛ please, hubert ! if you should keep that up, i will be in stitches --- ❜ but the tug had not been an admonishment, it seemed, as those same practiced hands steer ferdinand’s attention to the mirror before him again. in his bemusement, he had not even noticed that the work had been done --- beautifully, immaculately; ferdinand felt all the more confident for it --- until then. the man turns his head from side to side, admiring his lover’s efforts as if he is a critic appraising a work of art. and a work of art it truly was, accentuating ferdinand’s own natural beauty.

          rather than looking to hubert through the mirror again, ferdinand opts to tilt his head back, quite like a nuisance of a child. if hubert could be playful, so could he !

          ❛ it’s marvelous work, my heart. ❜ a hand would raise to rest rather awkwardly, given the position he was in, at hubert’s cheek & draw his attention downward. ❛ i believe, then, that it is only fitting that you should help me take it out later, hm ? ❜

[aegeir]

@svartastr said: ferdinand von aegir ,,

          ❛ yes, that is my name --- is there something you need of me, dearest ? ❜