Now I see what you meant. Hold tight for me, and please remember to drink some water in the meantime. You seem utterly intoxicated. I will be there to escort you home shortly.
[AND SO, dear readers, Ferdinand goes on a journey to save Hubert from himself. He manages to make it there in about a half an hour, give or take, and keeps his eyes peeled for someone whose hue of dress tends to blend in with the night. Once he spots him, he goes right over, assessing just how sloshed his poor partner is in person.]
[Hubert is relieved when Ferdinand finally figures it all out. He wants to see him, misses him terribly for some reason, and wants to get home to their shared bed. Who knew alcohol could make one so... Emotional for such simple things.
As Ferdinand arrives, Hubert is standing near the entrance of the bar, leaning against the wall in a slightly slumped, crooked way. As soon as he sees his partner, he perks up slightly and tries to push himself away from the wall, but sways too far and staggers forward.]
Darling...
[He says it like he hasn't seen Ferdinand in years, when really they woke up together this morning.]
[Uh-oh! It almost looks as if he might teeter over. Ferdinand steps in to catch him in his arms, just to prevent it, and lets him lean against him in a hug.]
What a state you are in. Just how carried away did you get drinking?
[Why must he be so endearing like this? It's very difficult to be put out or disappointed now that his beloved is sighing into his hair and swaying, calling him mushy things like darling and my love... Ferdinand can't help but chuckle at his severely deteriorated condition and sway with him, stroking his back and tightening his hold while maintaining balance for the both of them.]
How very convincing! You can barely speak, let alone stand. But worry not. I will deliver you safely home and put you to bed. How does that sound?
[Ferdinand's words about what Hubert isn't able to do pang him with fear, for a moment. Hubert avoids getting drunk for just this reason: he needs to be in control of himself at all times, to be vigilant of dangers to himself and those he loves. He fears losing his faculties will make himself vulnerable, or unable to protect Edelgard or Ferdinand at a crucial moment.
He is incapacitated, he can no longer deny that. It is scary. But Ferdinand is here. He is strong, capable of fending off any threat, and responsible enough to make decisions for the both of them. Hubert can't defend or protect Ferdinand in this state, but at least his status as Dominant can ward them, even if he is drunk.]
Yes... Please.
[For a moment, his feelings of vulnerability are very obvious in his voice. But then he smiles and kisses Ferdinand's cheek.]
My knight in shining armour! My hero! So brave and strong...
[He's being sarcastic, but only a little. Though a joke, it's partly quite genuine. He is brave and strong. Hubert loves him so much, in this moment.]
[Yes! Let him be the dashing hero he longs to be! Despite the sarcasm embedded in it, Ferdinand puffs up a little and squeezes him around his middle, lifts him up pressed close to his body, and twirls him once with a laugh, planting him back down again.]
That is me! You have nothing to fear with me at your side. In more perilous times past, I have had the convenience of my trust steed to ferry us, but for now, you will just have to let me do the legwork. I am going to let go of you, okay? [He relinquishes his grasp on him, ready to steady him in case he's so hopelessly unstable that he keels over without any support whatsoever.] And I am going to turn around, and on the count of three, I will have you jump onto my back.
[Hubert laughs too, more of a giggle than his usual dry chuckle. The spin makes him more dizzy and unsteady, but in a good way.
He's still smiling as Ferdinand lets go, and he wobbles and sways but stays upright.]
Oh...!
[Jump onto his back? Hubert blushes. How embarrassing... But... Probably better than him stumbling along while using poor Ferdinand as a crutch, and also... He wants to be close to him right now.]
[Just listen to him laugh and look at him smile and blush without restraint! This is an interesting side to him. Maybe he should be pleased that he gets to see it. Ferdinand tests his balance without him, is satisfied, and turns as he said he would, tilting forward with his arms back to catch his legs when he mounts him, looking over his shoulder.]
[Hubert clumsily climbs up onto Ferdinand's back, the two of them swaying and needing to adjust a bit to get him on securely. He wraps his limbs as tightly as he can manage around Ferdinand's neck and waist, and rests his chin on his love's shoulder.]
How embarrassing...
[He burns for a few moments with shame. How pathetic can he be! But soon his attention turns away from who might be looking at them, and focuses on the body he's wrapped around, the intoxicatingly floral smell of Ferdinand's hair, how strong he still is to carry a full-grown man on his back...]
Alternatively, you could just hold onto my arm and stumble the whole way home. [He hoists him up in readjustment and proceeds in spite of mentioning the alternative.] But this will be faster and more efficient. Besides, this will be good for me.
[He can't quite train exactly like he used to, after all... but he has been restlessly making do with what facilities he can find, from the Community Center in the Down to The Red Emerald in the Up. Where there is a will, there is a way. He must stay in fighting form!]
[Ferdinand laughs at the trusty steed moniker, which belies how hot under the collar his drunken admiration is actually getting to him. What truly gets to him, though, is his run of sultry appreciation over his well-developed shoulder, his lips and especially his teeth finding his neck.]
Ah... Y-Yes! Hubert, you are getting underneath your trusty steed's skin just a little bit...
[He is going to arouse him in public at this rate!]
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[Hubert chuckles, his signature low and sinister one, although it sounds a bit huskier at the moment. His lips brush slightly against Ferdinand's ear.]
Am I?
[This is one of the best parts of dating Ferdinand, in his opinion. That he is so easy to fluster, which is especially sadistically fun in public.
He flicks his tongue once against his lover's earlobe and laughs again under his breath.]
[Oh, no. His voice like that right next to his ear goes straight to his dick. He is going to die a social death. (Not that anyone in this particular society gives a rip about someone's boner...) And then he teases him with his tongue, and Ferdinand yelps under his breath. He might even feel the shudder that seizes him.]
You just licked my ear while I have you on top of me! [he whispers loudly.] Of course you are!
[For no reason at all whatsoever, his pace has increased.]
Ah-! Hubert! [he exclaims with a scrunch of his neck in "self-defense", hands tightening around his legs.] I have half a mind to drop you for this behavior. Keep this up, and you will be required to see what you have done to me through when we get home...
So stern... A terrifying threat... I will let you be for now...
[Though he's feeling very frisky. It must be the alcohol, and their bodies pressed up together, Ferdinand's warming his with the heat of his exertion. Hubert lets his chin rest again on his partner's shoulder, his eyes falling shut. Sleepy...]
[Hubert is so drunk, it's quite possible even he will forget he elected to leave him be and proceed to get him hot and bothered with more friskiness...
Ferdinand can't help but pick up a gaggle of voices in the background jeering at his public display of subversion from the outdoor seating area of an establishment they pass, but the conversation is mostly drowned out by the ensuing honking laughter and the hum of the city. It might be a bit too garbled for Hubert to have heard in his condition, which is probably for the best... but it ruffles Ferdinand's feathers just a bit. He can't even participate in any light banter with his friend and lover without it earning comment from the populace...?
Could he get them in trouble for it?]
Not yet. It will take more than just this to tire me out. You are actually not that heavy, but you are not light, either.
[Ferdinand is accurate in his assessment. Hubert lost a considerable amount of weight in his first couple of months in Duplicity, due to his fear of eating drugged food, and he is still slowly gaining it back now that he knows where it's safe to eat. He still often refuses to eat at events or when at strangers' houses. So the frame on Ferdinand's back is rather light for how tall he is.
But his mind is pulled from any thought of weight at the sound of strangers jeering at them. Hubert is more vigilant than the average person, and when drunk, he's more vigilant than the average drunk person. His face burns again, and he wonders if they're taking issue with the piggyback, or Ferdinand's bossiness toward his Dominant, or both.
As they pass, Hubert's head lifts up, turns toward the onlookers, and he raises his middle finger at them. He spits:]
Fuck you.
[Sorry Ferdinand, your workout might have just gotten more difficult.]
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Four messages in succession:]
im fine
its abar., up
comr now
come
[He's trying to be commanding and demanding but this blasted keyboard is making it hard.]
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You do not entirely seem fine!
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drink
[Why must he be so vexing! Must Hubert explain everything! He'd be huffing if he wasn't so... ggguuuuhhhhhh.]
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Do you have a name for the bar? That should be enough for me to find you.
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thhe bar is callrd the void idoot
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[AND SO, dear readers, Ferdinand goes on a journey to save Hubert from himself. He manages to make it there in about a half an hour, give or take, and keeps his eyes peeled for someone whose hue of dress tends to blend in with the night. Once he spots him, he goes right over, assessing just how sloshed his poor partner is in person.]
There you are. Come with me, dearest.
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As Ferdinand arrives, Hubert is standing near the entrance of the bar, leaning against the wall in a slightly slumped, crooked way. As soon as he sees his partner, he perks up slightly and tries to push himself away from the wall, but sways too far and staggers forward.]
Darling...
[He says it like he hasn't seen Ferdinand in years, when really they woke up together this morning.]
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What a state you are in. Just how carried away did you get drinking?
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Mmmm. My love...
[He says it with satisfied relief.]
A lil... Litt-le too much... I am fine... Fine fine fine.
[He waves a hand dismissively but is slurring so much that he sounds completely unserious.]
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How very convincing! You can barely speak, let alone stand. But worry not. I will deliver you safely home and put you to bed. How does that sound?
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He is incapacitated, he can no longer deny that. It is scary. But Ferdinand is here. He is strong, capable of fending off any threat, and responsible enough to make decisions for the both of them. Hubert can't defend or protect Ferdinand in this state, but at least his status as Dominant can ward them, even if he is drunk.]
Yes... Please.
[For a moment, his feelings of vulnerability are very obvious in his voice. But then he smiles and kisses Ferdinand's cheek.]
My knight in shining armour! My hero! So brave and strong...
[He's being sarcastic, but only a little. Though a joke, it's partly quite genuine. He is brave and strong. Hubert loves him so much, in this moment.]
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That is me! You have nothing to fear with me at your side. In more perilous times past, I have had the convenience of my trust steed to ferry us, but for now, you will just have to let me do the legwork. I am going to let go of you, okay? [He relinquishes his grasp on him, ready to steady him in case he's so hopelessly unstable that he keels over without any support whatsoever.] And I am going to turn around, and on the count of three, I will have you jump onto my back.
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[Hubert laughs too, more of a giggle than his usual dry chuckle. The spin makes him more dizzy and unsteady, but in a good way.
He's still smiling as Ferdinand lets go, and he wobbles and sways but stays upright.]
Oh...!
[Jump onto his back? Hubert blushes. How embarrassing... But... Probably better than him stumbling along while using poor Ferdinand as a crutch, and also... He wants to be close to him right now.]
All right...
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Here we go. Three, two, one...!
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How embarrassing...
[He burns for a few moments with shame. How pathetic can he be! But soon his attention turns away from who might be looking at them, and focuses on the body he's wrapped around, the intoxicatingly floral smell of Ferdinand's hair, how strong he still is to carry a full-grown man on his back...]
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[He can't quite train exactly like he used to, after all... but he has been restlessly making do with what facilities he can find, from the Community Center in the Down to The Red Emerald in the Up. Where there is a will, there is a way. He must stay in fighting form!]
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[He murmurs with a smile.]
So strong... My trusty steed...
[He moves one hand to rub Ferdinand's shoulder.]
So muscular... Sturdy... Sexy...
[He pushes Ferdinand's hair aside with his nose and kisses his neck, then nips at it.]
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Ah... Y-Yes! Hubert, you are getting underneath your trusty steed's skin just a little bit...
[He is going to arouse him in public at this rate!]
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Am I?
[This is one of the best parts of dating Ferdinand, in his opinion. That he is so easy to fluster, which is especially sadistically fun in public.
He flicks his tongue once against his lover's earlobe and laughs again under his breath.]
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You just licked my ear while I have you on top of me! [he whispers loudly.] Of course you are!
[For no reason at all whatsoever, his pace has increased.]
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You are bringing shame upon me by carrying me, is it not only fair that I embarrass you in return?
[He drags his tongue up the side of his lover's neck.]
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So stern... A terrifying threat... I will let you be for now...
[Though he's feeling very frisky. It must be the alcohol, and their bodies pressed up together, Ferdinand's warming his with the heat of his exertion. Hubert lets his chin rest again on his partner's shoulder, his eyes falling shut. Sleepy...]
Are you tired yet...? Am I too heavy?
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Ferdinand can't help but pick up a gaggle of voices in the background jeering at his public display of subversion from the outdoor seating area of an establishment they pass, but the conversation is mostly drowned out by the ensuing honking laughter and the hum of the city. It might be a bit too garbled for Hubert to have heard in his condition, which is probably for the best... but it ruffles Ferdinand's feathers just a bit. He can't even participate in any light banter with his friend and lover without it earning comment from the populace...?
Could he get them in trouble for it?]
Not yet. It will take more than just this to tire me out. You are actually not that heavy, but you are not light, either.
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But his mind is pulled from any thought of weight at the sound of strangers jeering at them. Hubert is more vigilant than the average person, and when drunk, he's more vigilant than the average drunk person. His face burns again, and he wonders if they're taking issue with the piggyback, or Ferdinand's bossiness toward his Dominant, or both.
As they pass, Hubert's head lifts up, turns toward the onlookers, and he raises his middle finger at them. He spits:]
Fuck you.
[Sorry Ferdinand, your workout might have just gotten more difficult.]
Hubie... ;__;
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