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Hilda Valentine Goneril ([personal profile] theidlemaiden) wrote2022-10-11 10:10 pm

— open post


open rp post + meme overflow | cross-canon/assumed cr welcome | will match prose or brackets!

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yeah yeah yeah!

[personal profile] grappleking 2023-01-04 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Making things official had been kind of muddy in its own right, from Balthus' perspective. He definitely did need to be told that their first real date was what it was, and once he was aware, he held very little back— but the months and years leading up to him becoming her guy had been full of moments where he filled the role unbidden, overprotective for reasons well beyond Holst's request that he keep an eye on her. It had just happened naturally, almost entirely without his noticing, but he doesn't regret a moment of it. If anything, sometimes he thinks maybe Hilda should have pointed it out sooner— but maybe, just maybe, things worked out exactly the way they were supposed to.

Whatever the case, it's been a hell of a year. When she asks him to meet for tea, he doesn't think anything of it, doesn't even consider that she's expecting him to have forgotten, but for all of his missteps and failings, there are some things that even Balthus von Albrecht can't mess up. He has something for her secured carefully in his back pocket, though he gives it little thought when she throws her arms around his middle. It's hard to think of anything else when she's looking at him like that, and he smiles down at her, his grin going from ear to ear.]


Sorry about that. Didn't mean to keep you waiting— I had to pick something up before meeting you.
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[personal profile] grappleking 2023-01-13 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, he could have predicted that answer word-for-word, and the open, deep-chested laugh that follows says so. They’d gone a lot of years without seeing one another between childhood and meeting again at the monastery a handful of years back, but there are some things about Hilda that have always been consistent.]

Come on, whaddya take me for?

[His grin hitches even wider, and something warm sparks within him as she presses against him, the way it always does. He drops an arm around her waist, his fingers curling against her bodice, and he reaches back towards his pocket with his free hand.]

I’d have to be an idiot to say something like that and have it not be for you.

[In her defense, he is, sometimes, an idiot. Very much so.]

You think I don’t know what today is?
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[personal profile] grappleking 2023-02-12 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
You think it's—

[Wait a minute. This feels like a trap. He tips his head slightly, squinting one eye as he tries to read her expression.

Yeah, she's definitely playing coy. He knows her well enough to be able to tell, for the most part. He knows what a sincere Hilda Valentine Goneril looks and sounds like, and this isn't it— although she's clearly enjoying herself, whatever her aim.]


Come on! It's our anniversary. Pretty big deal, if you ask me.

[Mostly because it's with her, but long-term relationships generally weren't a thing in his life. He doesn't have a lot of experience in this area, but he's definitely enjoyed the opportunity for them to figure it out together.]
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[personal profile] grappleking 2023-07-18 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[He can't help but be pleased with himself as she pulls herself against him; she's met with both of his strong arms encircling her and giving her a secure but careful squeeze before she pulls back and he meets her grin with one of his own— he doesn't always get things right, but he's damn well determined to get today right, no matter what it takes.]

Flown by, huh? I mean, guess we've been pretty busy...

[There's the war and all, and everything stemming from that isn't exactly going to be tied up neatly with one of her fashionable little bows, but having each other makes a hell of a difference. He's practically beaming at her in response; it hadn't taken much for her to make an honest man out of him, in the end. He'd been stuck on her pretty damn quick, even if he hadn't realized it for awhile.]

Couldn't have asked to spend it with anyone better. So— ready for your present?

[He's going to guess yes. He can't imagine her waiting until after tea.]
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[personal profile] grappleking 2023-08-20 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Nah.

[To all of it, though her line of questioning gets a laugh out of him, loud and deep-chested as ever.]

I’m not completely without class. I wrapped it!

[Or more specifically, he had it wrapped, which is obvious enough when he pulls a little gift box out of the satchel that hangs from his belt, wrapped neatly in soft, rose-pink paper with gold trimmings. Whoever had handled it had far nimbler hands and a gentler touch than his; he knows full well he would have made a mess of it. He holds it out to her in offering, keeping one arm around her shoulders to keep her snuggled close.]

Here— open it. I don’t know about fashion the way you do, but I saw it and it made me think of you. Had to get it.

[When she does open the box, she’ll find a delicate bracelet of rose-gold links with leaves made of soft pink gems, designed to resemble a vine. Seemed fitting, for a self-proclaimed “delicate flower.”]
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[personal profile] carmesi 2023-08-31 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[it's not that wanda is trying to try very hard, but the impossibility of this newfound friendship that has blossomed into something that is otherwise quite refreshing and quite—well—new to her. hilda is cute, as her brother has pointed out, and wanda hasn't been able to rid herself of the word bouncing in her head any time she sees hilda.

especially now, giving her the big puppy dog eyes and latching onto her arm.]


Any longer and I might have started charging you per minute.

[she's also the more stoic one of the two, but a hand atop hilda's head to pat her down a few times brings forth a smile to her face.]

I always feel so underdressed around you.

[the usual joke between them]
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[personal profile] carmesi 2023-09-01 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[wanda spins around a little on her feet, letting hilda do as she wants, rolling her eyes when she comes to a stop again in facing the other woman, a small smile on her features.]

You’re laying it on too thick.

[all these compliments…

and yet, wanda doesn’t hesitate in leaving her hand right where it is—holding onto hilda’s own, as she starts leading the way.]


I was thinking we could go to a museum today. Peter Cook’s City Landscapes is being shown at the Guggenheim.

[and what is wanda if not pragmatic, wanting to enjoy something that she’d usually go to on her own with a friend? pietro is definitely not interested in it as much as she is, in the end.]
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[personal profile] carmesi 2023-09-04 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[she doesn’t do well with all the teasing, but she manages despite herself—just waving her free hand about to dismiss that subject of conversation entirely.]

It was actually Pietro who bought them.

[so, unless she wants to pay pietro…

but wanda has a good relationship with her brother; he buys her things, she buys things for him—it’s always a ‘sharing is caring’ kind of attitude at home.]


He got a bonus from his classes. Said he wanted me to enjoy the weekend.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2024-04-18 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
( it's in this moment that wanda realizes that hilda has the wrong impression about her—that perhaps she's quite the social butterfly pietro is, that she has a lot of friends to draw from. she has her work colleagues, but it hardly ever spills into her personal life; though she has friends in pietro's own, she definitely is the quieter one of the twins who prefers to spend evenings and weekends at home.

not that she 'chose' to invite hilda over a lack of want, though. )


You can choose the place. ( for the food they'll be getting. ) Just don't do something very expensive.

( 'thanks' or not, wanda doesn't want the other young woman to spend too much on her. )

—how did that renovation job at the Old House Café go, by the way?
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[personal profile] carmesi 2024-05-03 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
( it's almost imperceptible at first, but by the time hilda is done talking, wanda is smiling softly at the other young woman and her retelling of events—or as much as she is willing to put herself through to remember. it's not unusual, in this line of work, to find themselves working last minute due to others.

sometimes one has a solid team, sometimes — not so much. )


But you managed. Which is more than some people can say.

( in this city, it really feels like "do or die", and some people get eaten up under the expectations. )

I saw your posts about it.

( on social media. and liked them. )
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[personal profile] carmesi 2024-06-05 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
—I’m hardly a household name.

( wanda says, abashed, and wondering how it is that pietro manages to not succumb under the pressure of all the attention he craves and gets from adoring friends and acquaintances. wanda? she could never; she is already shying away and feeling a warmth in her cheeks at the less-than-subtle squeeze to her arm.

words seem to catch in her throat for a moment. )


Do you want to stop by the gift shop before we leave the exhibition, by the way? I hope they still have the sketch journals available.
Edited 2024-06-05 17:31 (UTC)
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[personal profile] carmesi 2024-06-06 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
( wanda has lived a huge chunk of her life in new york, ever since her family migrated from sokovia when she was ten. this kind of busy hustle in the city and inconsiderate behavior is, in fact, not outside of the norm. it does catch her by surprise how tenacious and fierce hilda was, though.

woah—she finds herself muttering, glancing back at her pink-colored friend.

a little aimlessly, she puts a hand at hilda's back. )


No point in arguing with them. They'll speed their way all over the city.

( ...but, her heart is racing not because of the close call with injury. wanda pulls back a touch, brings her hand down the length of the arm hilda has wrapped around her waist. it's subtle but not subtle enough, how she ends up holding the other girl's hand, instead. )

Just focus on — nicer things.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2024-06-16 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
( —and they do, head in to the exhibit. wanda could never come to one of these things with pietro, as her brother would quickly grow bored of what there is, and, at least with hilda, wanda can enjoy things in a more... intellectual level.

it definitely helps that there's an emotional attachment to this.

past the exhibit and its gift shop and even the food lounge, a heavy storm catches them halfway on their way back to their respective homes—thunder and all! hilda's place is closest, so they decide to take shelter there until the skies ease up on the downpour.

pietro informed, dry clothes borrowed, and incoming cup of tea—is it any surprise that wanda falls loosely on the side of the cozy couch, arms crossed, into a light sleep? it's been a long day and a longer week still, even if her schedule for deadlines hasn't been as crazy as hilda's. she just has trouble sleeping on a regular schedule, is all.

and that's how hilda will find her, quiet snores against a cushion as she presses her face into it. )
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[personal profile] carmesi 2024-08-24 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
( because she is prone in having trouble sleeping, wanda finds herself unable to fall into a deep sleep. it's fine and all, until she gets the feeling that she is being watched, or that there is someone nearby. year of living in sokovia during the worst of the civil unrest has ruined the mechanism of her circadian rhythm—both for her and pietro.

the feather-light touch of hilda's hand on the loose strand of hair has wanda blinking awake, feeling embarrassed as realization dawns on her of the circumstances. )


Sorry—

( she starts, mumbled, while sitting up and pressing knuckles onto her cheek (thankful that she wasn't drooling). )

How long was I out for?
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[personal profile] carmesi 2024-09-08 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
( wanda gratefully reaches for the mug, holding it in her hands. )

He made me jog this morning with him, ( she starts to complain, mumbled, ) because he said I missed too many of his classes.

( there is something about the twins, of how close they are, and just how overprotective pietro is of her. in his own way, he's trying to look after her, make sure she gets in her cardio; he is the type of person that thinks jogging can cure any malaise.

she sighs softly into the brim of the cup, and takes a quick sip, glancing out the window. )


Doesn't look like it'll stop any time soon.
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2024-04-20 12:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Alucard has decided he has no particular opinion on the play itself, because he's still processing what exactly he just witnessed. He is, however, very pleased that the ability of the flood gates to fill up and hold water during the naval battles worked as well as it had in all test runs. Better even, because in sitting among the people in the crowd rather than the deities just out of sight, the excitement and wonder was palpable. There is a joy in the wave of how did they do that? that confirms Alucard executed what he intended perfectly.

He waved off celebrations with the architecture firm he works for in order to co-mingle with those just out of sight, paying the appropriate congratulations to Hilda and Ed and all those involved in the production itself. He had no doubt that the adrenaline of the night would still be with those most entangled, and watching Hilda buzz and buzz only confirms it.

The stairs are quiet as ever, meant to make no noise as not to interrupt the performances.]


First of all, I have not. You've been busy and I've had other commissions to work on. [Admittedly, he doesn't know if Hilda clocked his sneaking out earlier.] But yes, please feel free.

[Alucard leans against the doorway, permitting Hilda to take everything in. On the desk is a grand bouquet in shades of pink, white, and soft purple, composed of summer sweet, hydrangea, and anemones. The theme continues on smaller flat surfaces, with small pots on bookshelves, side tables, wherever possible. On the coffee table in front of the sofa is shallow water tank of more hydrangea, creating a floating arrangement.]

Congratulations on a successful opening night.
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2024-04-21 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Alucard lets himself be dragged, although it isn't as if the office is that large. His eyes don't go to his own handiwork of course, he knows every inch of the work done. Instead he focuses on Hilda as she takes it all in, standing there in glittering garments and riding the thrilling high of a successful first performance that has surprised moral and long-lived aike.

The kiss is sweet and loving. He smiles softly when Hilda's head presses against his.]


Oh, I left a floating arrangement for him. It'd be rude to gift something to you and not to him since this is a joint venture.

[The hand that isn't holding Hilda's moves to rest on her hip gently.]

Clearly you didn't see me sneak off to put all of this together during the rounds and rounds of congratulations you were being given.
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2024-04-22 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
I wasn't raised in a belfry. For the most part.

[Alucard is fairly sure he's mentioned some of the particular growing pains of being a dhampir, such as learning to float in a home with very high ceilings. (He got stuck. And then had to have a tether during the daytime until he got it under control.)]

I'll admit, I was banking on that. [His smile isn't smug, but the touch of smug lingers in his voice.] I'll help move them whenever you think you're ready for them to leave. I've warded the building until late in the morning tomorrow.

[Not that most of the office employees show up until after 10 anyway. Usually closer to 11. A venue with late nights does not need to be up with the sun.

With their fingers threaded together, Alucard gives a gentle squeeze to Hilda's hip. They dig into her side just a hair, gentle with a pointed undercurrent.]


Still riding the high of a successful opening night?
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2024-05-01 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
You're so generous with your definition of well adjusted.

[Alucard grins, but only because they both know he's been a mess at various point in time in Abraxas. He might react stronger if Hilda wasn't playing with his hair, or if her mood didn't shift in the exact what he had hoped it would.

The answer is given in a kiss - one that matches the hunger in her voice and then dares to push it a little bit further, all full throated and risking fangs into the equation. Alucard's free hand moves low beyond Hilda's waist, shameless in how it grabs at her rear and fails to consider the fabric of her dress at all. Usually he makes an attempt.]
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2024-06-28 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I already thought I was being the opposite of subtle. Let me think then--

[Alucard's definition of thinking, in the moment, involves letting his head loll off to the side to expose even more throat for Hilda to kiss. He has never hid how much that particular spot gives him pleasure, nor has he not allowed jokes about it. Of course the vampire likes attention to his neck.

But this isn't about him, not tonight. The theater was for Ed and for Hilda, Alucard's presence at the truly ridiculous play was for them both as well, but the success and celebration means the evening is fully catered to her. Alucard's dressed himself well enough to fit in with his very mortal construction firm, but.

There were considerations. One that Alucard shamelessly guides one of Hilda's hands towards now, aware that there's no elegant way to let his (now) already low rise trousers ride even lower. Instead he shifts his weight ever so slightly so that the top of his undergarment peaks out. In brushing her fingers over that very tiny peak, it is clear that the dhampir has something with lace on underneath, and all the other implications that carries.

Spoiling Hilda takes many forms, but only a fool forgets to consider the dress code.]