# 001.
linhardt seldom lays much stock in how he looks at any given day. he’s a very go with the flow sort of person, and if it isn’t a pressing matter, sloth that he is, he will think little of it. unsurprisingly, then, the thought of getting out of bed to gussy up is rather unattractive to him. now, that doesn’t mean that he’ll take to the streets or roam the halls looking like an outright mess, but he won’t make any overreaching efforts to look better than he has to. hair pulled up? all buttons buttoned and all zippers pulled? practical and professional...and somewhat noble. admittedly, he’s dragged himself out of his room more than once with a nearly endearing case of bedhead ( and, definitely less endearingly, eye bags that scream ‘stayed up researching crests all night, no time for sleep!’ ) he’s a curious soul, and likewise, a rather curious, question sort of handsome; blending into the library suits him quite nicely!
# 002.
one of linhardt’s dreams, there’s a place that he would like to visit. he would want to come to a land that thrived in times of peace, and the raucous pounding of war - shaking the earth, the marching of child-soldiers and veterans like a quake - fell away to little more than a whisper. he would love for it to be sunny and often wonderfully warm. the rain and cold, of course, can rear their dreary heads seldom. and everywhere he turned, he’d relish in the quiet laughter of the milling folk, the chatter of a people ( unburdened of life, of nobility, of a system that judges so harshly ) as they went about their day. lounging carelessly by a tree with the sun at his neck, head dipped in sleep, uncaring about the world. a simple dream, one that linhardt would wish to come to see to fruition.
