[While Ferdinand has always been in love with the concept of soulmates, Linhardt has not. The whole idea seems rather bothersome and restrictive, especially since most people assume soulmates to be romantic. That's not necessarily the case, but it is meant to be a "deep connection". Linhardt's not a fan of any kind of deep connection being forced upon him, especially when connections with normal people already take so much effort (he'd gotten very lucky with caspar. that connection hadn't taken much nurturing at all and, if he's honest, he was more surprised to find out caspar wasn't his soulmate). And what if he doesn't even get along with his soulmate?
That's what he's expecting to happen anyway since he is well aware of who his soulmate is. There's no mystery to the "Greetings! My name is Ferdinand von Aegir - what is your name?" that stares him in the face any time he's changing clothes with a mirror nearby. It's across his heart in neat, cursive handwriting. His soulmate's name is Ferdinand von Aegir and anyone residing within the Empire with ears and half a brain cell knows who the Aegir family is.
Duke Aegir is the prime minister and he is not a good man. Linhardt has never met the man personally, but his father doesn't have much good to say about him. What had he called him? A weasel? Eh, it didn't matter. The Duke isn't his soulmate, clearly, it's his son. What Linhardt has heard about his son isn't much better, though he has to take it with a grain of salt when it comes from Caspar (who is better acquainted with the family because their territories are closer.)
Ferdinand sounds like a handful, and Linhardt is resigned to disliking the boy even before meeting him. Well, maybe not dislike per say, but he envisions a lot of him avoiding the most noble of nobles to come while they're at the academy. He doubles down on his preconception upon hearing said boy cheerfully introducing himself to the entire class (who does that??). He doesn't seem like a bad person, like the miserable grumblings of his father, and he's handsome at least. He's got a nice smile.
But he's definitely got an energy about him that Linhardt does not want to deal with at the moment.
He glances at the entry way to the Blank Eagles classroom. No, he'd never hear the end of it if he tried to bail on the first day. His glance falls on Caspar next. Why had he even left his side?]
Linhardt. Good bye. [And he attempts to make his escape.]
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That's what he's expecting to happen anyway since he is well aware of who his soulmate is. There's no mystery to the "Greetings! My name is Ferdinand von Aegir - what is your name?" that stares him in the face any time he's changing clothes with a mirror nearby. It's across his heart in neat, cursive handwriting. His soulmate's name is Ferdinand von Aegir and anyone residing within the Empire with ears and half a brain cell knows who the Aegir family is.
Duke Aegir is the prime minister and he is not a good man. Linhardt has never met the man personally, but his father doesn't have much good to say about him. What had he called him? A weasel? Eh, it didn't matter. The Duke isn't his soulmate, clearly, it's his son. What Linhardt has heard about his son isn't much better, though he has to take it with a grain of salt when it comes from Caspar (who is better acquainted with the family because their territories are closer.)
Ferdinand sounds like a handful, and Linhardt is resigned to disliking the boy even before meeting him. Well, maybe not dislike per say, but he envisions a lot of him avoiding the most noble of nobles to come while they're at the academy. He doubles down on his preconception upon hearing said boy cheerfully introducing himself to the entire class (who does that??). He doesn't seem like a bad person, like the miserable grumblings of his father, and he's handsome at least. He's got a nice smile.
But he's definitely got an energy about him that Linhardt does not want to deal with at the moment.
He glances at the entry way to the Blank Eagles classroom. No, he'd never hear the end of it if he tried to bail on the first day. His glance falls on Caspar next. Why had he even left his side?]
Linhardt. Good bye. [And he attempts to make his escape.]