edelgard von hresvelg

I want to Sync with you.

[Hello, Edelgard. How are you, Edelgard? Oh, I'm doing well.]

Call me back.

[Please.]

Or I'll just come over.

[Click. Goodbye, Edelgard.]

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[ring ring ring-]

Hello, Linhardt? I received your message- could you please... elaborate?

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[What is there to elaborate on? Ah yes, motivations.]

Hello, Your Majesty.

[Linhardt will return social niceties even if he doesn't initiate them. They're not important to him. If they're important to others, they let him know.]

It's understandable that you and Hubert would choose to share quarters, but as you are not our Lady Edelgard and have proven willing to harm us in the past, I would prefer to confirm you wish him no harm.

Syncing makes lying difficult. I suppose you could lie to yourself, but that is an entirely different matter.

It would set my mind at ease.

[And of course refusing would be its own answer.]

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[she breathes a sigh of relief. if the syncing is just to detect her intentions with hubert-- but she flushes a little, as she does have very... personal feelings toward him.

still, to deny him this would likely not be a good move on her part.]

That's fine. Would you like to come over? I am currently sitting in the apartment reading. Hubert is out.

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[What an interesting sigh. Is there something else he should be troubling himself with? Linhardt gives this question the twenty-second contemplation it deserves: Of course not. Meddling causes expectations and should be kept to a minimum.

Never mind what he's doing right now. Minimum is realistic, not meddling at all is not.]

Yes. I'm coming now.

[A pause.]

What are you reading?

[Curiosity beats wariness in the younger Hevring every time.]

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Oh- just a- [ROMANCE NOVEL which she is way too embarrassed to admit] -silly little novel to pass the time. Nothing of interest, I assure you.

I'll see you soon, Linhardt. Would you like some tea prepared?

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Edelgard,

I hope you've been adjusting well! When we last spoke, you left behind all of your fruit. I was wondering if I could note where you're currently staying so I could maybe bring some over for you. I'd understand if you decline of course, but I felt sort of responsible for them not getting to you.

Sincerely,
Ashe

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Hello Ashe,

Thank you very much. I did not expect you to hold onto my fruit. I live with Hubert in [address]. I'd hate to trouble you. Perhaps we could have some of the fruit when you get here?

Kindest regards,

Edelgard von Hresvelg

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Edelgard,

It was no trouble at all. I'd be happy to bring it. Maybe we could bake something out of some of the fruit or something like that. In any case, I'll bring them when I'm able to!

Thanks,
Ashe

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Evening Ashe,

Oh? I'll have to ask Hubert if we have the correct utensils and bakeware for everything so as to be ready for your arrival. I look forward to your company.

Kindest regards,

Edelgard von Hresvelg

Edited Date: 2021-05-25 04:52 am (UTC)

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Good evening Edelgard,

No worries! Let me know if I need to bring anything. I promise it's no trouble at all. I'm also looking forward to meeting with you.

Sincerely,

Ashe

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I hadn't thought about it, but given how many more books there are here than in Fodlan, are there more novels as well?

Yes, I would like some tea, thank you.

[He's walking through the street and seems to be weaving in and out of people as they talk. It doesn't take long for him to end up at Edelgard's front door. Linhardt presses the button to ring the doorbell, then stares at his phone.

Huh.

When the door finally opens, does Linhardt say hello? Of course not.]

Did you know that you can order live ladybugs online?

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There seem to be an abundance of novels of all types - more than what I can say of Fodlan.

[and almost just as soon as she says that, her doorbell rings. she blinks and answers it, and there is lindhardt asking her another question.

she blinks again to process.]

Why ever would you want to buy live ladybugs? [she shuts off the call.] I suppose to be rid of pests in gardens but... it seems that will only invite more pests.

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At least you'll have a lot of novels to choose from.

[He's even doing his best to be polite by not asking if she's reading a war novel.]

Actually, ladybugs don't attract more pests, the predators that eat them don't usually hurt the plants.

[Some of those boring lessons from the elder Lord Hevring were agricultural in nature. Goddess, they really do have the most boring job of all the nobles, don't they?]

Also because you can send them to other people's houses. Or if you wanted to study ladybugs.

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[she does actually find that fascinating and makes a note of it in her phone.]

Why ever- wait, nevermind. You didn't come here to discuss ladybugs, did you?

[she steps aside to allow him in, gesturing to the pot of tea on the dining room tale.]

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No, I just discovered that they were purchasable. You can buy anything here.

[To prove his point, Linhardt pulls up Noctium's version of Amazon and shows Edelgard a listing for an umbrella hat.

Still, he does actually put the phone away and move inside, helping himself to a seat at the table.]

But you've never been very distractable.

[If nothing else, Edelgard's focus makes Linhardt's look like a toddler's.]

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No, I haven't.

[she shakes her head, moving to pour some tea for him. it spills over the edge a little and it may have brewed a little too long but she can't fuck up tea too badly. she sits on a chair next to him after pouring her own cup as well, hands in her lap.]

I hope it's to your liking. I'm afraid I don't quite remember your favorite tea...

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At least your teachers must have appreciated it. I drove my tutors quite mad with how distractable I was.

[To say the least. A lesson on Adrestian history? NO. Linhardt is eight and has decided to learn about birds today. Sorry.

And given his own poor attempts at making tea on a stovetop... Linhardt can't judge her efforts. Besides, most tea is good tea. He nods his thanks and takes a sip.]

It's Angelica Tea, though I also like Almyran Pine Needles.

Would you like to hold hands or would you prefer some other method of physical contact?

[If she wants to get to the point, he's not going to stop her.]

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[Edelgard receives a package with two slices of cake! Inside is a letter:]

Edelgard,

Hi! It was just Sylvain's birthday, and I wanted to share a slice for you and Hubert. I'm sorry I didn't give you an invitation, but I wasn't too sure how Sylvain might react after what everyone's been through. However, I also didn't feel happy about excluding either of you. Please enjoy!

I hope you're doing well.

Sincerely,
Ashe Ubert

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[she nods and commits it to memory. for now, though, she unfortunately only has bergamot.]

I suppose- we can hold hands. [that seems like the most efficient way?? it's not like he wants to do this because he likes her. he just wants to know if he can trust her.]

When you're done with your tea, then.

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[Bergamot's fine. It's caffeinated, which is all that Linhardt cares about. He takes a drink; he's not hurrying, but he's not drinking slowly either.]

Did you know that they've identified the substance in some teas that's responsible for their wakefulness-inducing properties? It's called caffeine. Coffee has it too, in greater quantities.

[Even trips to the grocery store often end with Linhardt sitting in the middle of an aisle and frantically searching for things on his phone. He wants to understand what he's buying.]

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Oh, is that so? I'd wondered why I always felt more rejuvenated after drinking a cup. [she seems genuinely interested, leaning forward in interest.]

That explains why Hubert prefers coffee. I don't think he sleeps much.

[a fond little shake of her head.]

Have you tried coffee? Do you like it as well?

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Mmmhmmm. It turns out that the brain uses small messengers to learn what's going on in the body. Caffeine acts like a guard that doesn't allow the messengers carrying tidings of tiredness inside, so it tricks you into feeling awake.

[That's how he understands it, anyway, and Linhardt doubts she wants to get into proteins and receptors, even if Linhardt finds that fascinating. How do humans - conscious beings - synthesize information from inert proteins? Proteins are things! Like rocks! Rocks can't 'talk!'

Don't even get him started on DNA encoding its information in proteins.

He shakes his head; he's not a fan of coffee.]

I have. I don't mind the taste, but it makes my heart beat too quickly and my hands shake. I assume this isn't an issue for Hubert as he doesn't have a heart.

[Joking, obviously, even if he's rather deadpan in his delivery. He cares enough about Hubert to check on his wellbeing even if Hubert would be displeased about it, which says enough.]

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