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Edited 2023-08-29 01:59 (UTC)

[ One would think that after a year (a whole 365 days) of dating Balthus, that Hilda would have become immune to some of his quirks and dumb boy (or technically man, but he had the energy of a boy half his age) tendencies. After all, they had known each other most of their adolescent life. Her tolerance for Balthus-like antics were only bolstered by her exposure to Holst, who she realizes as she's grown older, is more like his best friend than she may have realized. They really were two sides of the same coin -- one just had better impulse control one (aka: Holst).

All of that is to say that Hilda is probably the expert when it comes to men and their dumb behaviours and she somehow still loves them for it. But today may be the day her patience is truly tested. Hilda doesn't think she asks for much (not entirely true since she's the first to admit she's spoiled), and doesn't expect him to remember the day of their first date. That alone had been confusing because he hadn't realized that it was a date at all until she had made it very clear to him towards the end. But she hopes that Balthus will at least remember the day they had made things official.

She hears the familiar boom of his voice from down the hall and unable to stop herself from waiting she rises from the table, hurrying across the grass to greet him. Behind her sits a lavish tea display overladen with all of their favourite pastries, cakes, and of course tea. She's taken particular care today to dress herself down to the perfume she's wearing and breaks out into a huge grin as he rounds the corner into the garden.

There's no real hint of scolding as she wraps her arms around his midsection and gazes up at him adoringly. ]

Baltie! What took you so long? The tea was getting cold.

[ Making friends is easy for Hilda. It's not bragging, it's not her being full of herself, it's simply a fact. If her appearance isn't enough to draw the attention of those around her (pastel pink hair, sometimes verging on bright bubblegum pink if she's had it done recently is easy to pick out in a crowd), then her bubbly and cheerful demeanor is enough to have people flocking to her.

As a result she has no shortage of friends. That doesn't mean that she's the sort to say, "No new friends ever." Quite the opposite in fact. The more the merrier is more her motto and is more than happy to welcome a new one to the fold if she hits it off with them herself. That's why she doesn't blink so much of an eyelash when her off-hand comment to Wanda in what she would later find out is her twin brother's group fitness class, agrees to continue hanging out with her long after they decide to ditch said classes.

What she hadn't expected was to have as much fun as she did with the young woman or to have as many overlapping aspects of their life as they did. Their jobs overlapped (Wanda, an architect in a small but critically acclaimed architecture firm; Hilda, an interior designer who had become famous on social media for her eclectic but vibrant eye), they were both sisters, and they both loved exploring every nook and cranny that New York City had to offer. They had quickly taken to surprising one another with their adventures. On this particular bright autumn day, it's Wanda's turn and Hilda arrives (slightly) late to their appointed meeting spot dressed up and with not a hair out of place.

When she spots her friend she's quick to hurry the rest of the way to her, latching onto her arm with big puppy dog eyes. ]

Wanda, I'm sorry I'm a little late! You weren't waiting long, were you?

[ The high of a successful play, and one that was so well-received too, would leave anyone god or mortal euphoric. The effort she had poured into it to ensure that Ed's story was given the effort it deserved and more would have run a mortal into the ground. Thankfully Valentine was not that. Gods have no need for sleep.

Instead she felt like she had creative energy to burn. It pours off her in waves, leaving her skin luminous, her eyes sparkling, pink hair shiny and soft. Her human disguise is shed leaving behind her feathers and the sea inspired dress decadent in pearls and silks that shone and moved like the ocean underneath. Had Alucard not suggested that he had a surprise for her she probably would have taken off in flight in order to burn off some of that energy, or found a mortal in need of an echo answered. She could still do the latter and probably should if history has taught her anything. But spending time with Alucard - that was a much better alternative.

When they finally arrive at the Old Public Hall, Valentine casts him a curious glance but in the end acquiesces to his request to cover her eyes. Her wings fold demurely across them as she's led up the stairs that she knows like the back of her hand.

They cross the threshold to her old office and she hears the door shut softly behind them. ]

You've been awfully secretive the entire time. Can I open my eyes now?

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