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[ Hilda's protest or start of one is ignored as he continues on but not without lightly squeezing her fingers in his first. A closeness he still marvels at after all this time, and the same for touch and that she's here. The skin he moves across with each spot chosen deliberately for each kiss left behind is all that he'd mapped on nights light this long ago and revisited and relearned every night since.

Each would have once served to substitute for those all important words as if they could ever be a proper stand in though he'd convinced himself it could be the same. That every bit of affection could replace the deeper meaning behind it all or that it'd somehow translate into something she would know without it needing to be voiced. A silly hope for which he can't entirely blame his past self but something to which Claude knows he won't return to again - though the words have been said, there's far too much else to add. To pretend it all away would be a task even he wouldn't set himself to.

Absorbed in his task of quiet adoration as he is, her visual embarrassment is mostly lost on him despite that flash of it after he'd demolished the great pillow divide. But - her continued insistence there should've been some sort of warning gets laughter pressed into and against her skin when it finally breaks his concentration enough to not continue on. ]

Uh huh. [ One last kiss to the top of her chest before he's sitting up again, albeit a little reluctantly for having not continued his advance any lower in the name of taking his time, and enough to look down at her with a smile and no shortage of amusement. ] And tell me, how exactly does one warn for that sort of thing?

[ Claude releases her hands, shifting to lean his weight on his elbows then arches an eyebrow as though he's actually waiting for an answer as he runs his fingers through some of her hair scattered across the pillow. ]

Hilda, no one could ever think that. You are one of the most caring individuals I've met. It radiates out of you. They're lucky to have you.

I'm okay. I didn't love where I was in that future, but I think it'll help me do better this time. The Doctor still wants us to be together so we're hopefully FINALLY able to go on our first date.

I'm a little nervous? I haven't been on a first date in forever. But we've gone on not-dates and you know, were married for centuries.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘢. 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵...𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦.

[ Because it still feels like she has something to prove - not to them but to herself. ]

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦? 𝘈 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦! 𝘕𝘰 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺.

Purely hypothetically.

[which is the last agreement slotting into place]

Hilda. It's beautiful. I love it.

[ His voice is a little husky with emotion as he turns and leans in. His free hand cups against her cheek as he kisses her, slow and soft, before pulling back just enough to give her a smile full of fondness. ]

Will you put it in for me?

[ Of course she finds herself at a loss at how to answer Claude's question. She really walked herself into that one and they both know it - Hilda, because it's her, and Cladue because of the way her mouth gapes open for a moment before promptly shutting as her cheeks puff up. ]

I don't know! But you just - I just -

[ With her hands free the rest of her blundering is thankfully able to be covered up, or at the very least muffled as she buries her face into them. Despite appearances and how much she loved to croon over the love stories of her friends, Hilda had a fairly realistic outlook on love when it came to her. While she had been raised on a diet of romance novels and fairytales she knew what was expected of her and what she was likely destined for. Those stories were stories that would never be hers.

This feels so much like she's still in the dream where, if she were being honest, the god she had become had taken those words for granted after all those years of being together. Time had jaded that version of her, or rather had developed an arrogance that, even if love failed at the end of the world, the bond between them would be what ultimately tethered them together. And now that they were putting space and time between those eight hundred years without that bond, without godly hubris, the confidence she'd had had burned away leaving her with insecurities abound.

Whatever desirability she knew she had was merely skin deep. In their godhood she had been powerful. Talented. And while all of those things had terrified her, they had made her feel deserving of the love she had received. What did she have now? Just a title and Crest that didn't matter here. She didn't need someone to save her with love or affection. She just wanted to feel worthy of it.

Her admission is quiet. ]

I wasn't sure if you still would. Or did. Love me that is.

[ Whatever worry she had felt dispels in the next exhale, giving way to the sweetness and warmth of his kiss. When they part, the smile that she gives him mirrors the one on his face. She nods, making quick work of setting it into his ear alongside the earring that Claude had bought for him. It had bothered her in the past to see it. Pricked at her heart as a reminder of the way she had acted and all the feelings that had come with that.

And while she's reluctant to admit as much, it serves as a reminder of what she can't allow them to go back to. There were things she still wanted, things that she still hoped for her future. But she wouldn't allow herself to be that self-destructive again. Not that she now had other hearts to consider. She would protect the peace they were trying to settle into even if it meant the expense of what she wanted. Then maybe some day she'd think herself worthy of that affection.

Her fingers brush against the shell of his ear, settling it into place. ]

I don't have a mirror on me so you'll just have to trust that it looks good. If anything feels weird, we can always readjust it.

Can I ask why you think that you aren't deserving?

𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘢𝘮. 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦? 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰. 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘍ó𝘥𝘭𝘢𝘯.

I don't think anyone knows how to be a good partner you just sort of learn as you're doing it. And even if you think you're good at it, you can still mess up.

Not that I'm saying I'm an expert. My parents were toxic and I cheated on my perfect college boyfriend. So I just know who I don't want to be as a partner.

Do you go on dates with your guys? If not, you should! I mean, after all this crazy shit is handled. Never underestimate the love language of quality time.

[ When Hilda's hands go to her face after the sputtered start of one sentence and then another, Claude reaches for them to pull them away after giving her a few seconds of composure. But nothing else from him follows since it feels important to wait for what she'll say without influencing it one way or another; it's not difficult to tell she's wavering between different thoughts as he traces his thumbs across the back of her hands and watches her expression.

What she admits in that soft voice hurts at first in an instinctive reaction and one Claude knows isn't rational. It's the same fear, in some ways, which kept him holding onto this and keeping it to himself. His expression softens as he looks at her. Though he doesn't respond right away, Claude doesn't have to question what to say. ]

How could I ever stop?

[ Rhetorical. It's a question to which Claude believes there's no answer when there is no question behind it; rather, it's an immutable statement. It's true that last year he had spent some time trying to bury it and force himself to forget, but all that had done was make the roots of it that'd formed years ago take hold that much more. There is no future in which he can imagine it not being there, not even in the years in which he'd become what he wants to believe was someone else entirely. Even then, that love never once wavered.

It's what Hilda deserves to hear. What's already been said was to open the door to it, and what waits is nothing but more honesty she should have heard long ago. ]

Fear made me selfish and kept me from telling you what I should have far too long before now, but I won't let that be the case any longer. When I was a kid, I used to spend a lot of time looking up at the stars every night. I felt less alone then, and everything that felt so big and insurmountable no longer felt impossible when they were there. The stars made it feel like everything was in reach if I only waited for them to appear.

You're the stars of my life, Hilda. Maybe that was just a silly nickname once upon a time when we were younger, but it became more than to me. It's still more than that to me now. It's a truth for how much you mean to me and for how much that'll never change. Not now, not ever, no matter what. You'll always be the stars to me.

I've already messed up. A lot. Before we even started doing whatever it is we're doing.

We do sometimes. We haven't really had time. And being trapped in a bunker doesn't exactly scream romance. We did go on a camping trip just before this though. That was kind of nice.

Love is a messy business, I'd give yourself a little grace. Like you said, you haven't really done this before. I think people put in their heads that relationships when they're "right" are supposed to be easy, but in my experience that's never been true.

Oh yeah I mean not NOW. It's just good to remember to spend time together because it'll remind you of why you're together and help you feel more connected.

𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘑𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 - 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘵.

[ In comparison, life here is far simpler. ]

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳.

[ She needs to do better. ]

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘈𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.

[ He catches her hand, pressing it against his cheek with a fond smile. ]

I don't need to see it to know it's perfect. Thank you, Hilda.

[ he leans in to brush a kiss against her lips, even as he gives a soft chuckle. ] Although now I feel a little silly not bringing you a gift or flowers or something. I can... make you lunch?

[ There's a playful teasing light in his eyes, because he knows that's not the point. But she's not the only one who always worries over being worthy of this. ]

Okay so here I am again, can I ask you why you think you're being selfish? I mean, is it because you're with two of them? Because it doesn't sound like they mind being a trio.

𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.

[ Julia's question almost goes unanswered because it's an ugly facet of herself that she hasn't shared with her but after a lengthy pause, a reply comes through. ]

𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦. 𝘖𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬. 𝘚𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘪𝘵 - 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.

[ His teasing is met with a laugh, her voice turning sing-songy. ]

Well if you're offering I would happily take all of the above.

[ She melts into his touch, hands coming to cup the sides of his face tenderly. ]

But I'd settle for more kisses. And time with you before you run off to do whatever you had planned to do before I interrupted them.

Ohhhhh.

Okay well I just want to note here that I think it's normal to feel that way. When you get something special, being afraid to lose it is natural. Poly doesn't come easily to a lot of people, you're not alone. I'd never done it myself until the dream, I've always been a monogamy kind of gal. Now I'm not sure. To be fair, I didn't think I'd ever be with another person again, so I'm sort of recalibrating.

I think telling yourself you're selfish and being hard on yourself isn't going to change how you feel, it's just going to make you feel bad about the way you feel. We can't control feelings. It's better to let yourself have them and try to move past them, rather than reject them outright.

Edited 2024-07-14 19:35 (UTC)

[ When Claude tugs at her hands they fall away without any resistance despite knowing that her cheeks are probably flush in a way she doesn't like. In hindsight it shouldn’t matter what she looks like and she knows that. He’s seen her in so many states at this point — primped and proper, barely coherent with last night’s sleep in her eyes and dried drool on her cheek, bloodied and broken — that this probably doesn’t even make the notable mentions list. What she’s more acutely aware of is the fact that she feels laid bare before him, not just in this moment, but in all the moments before this. For there is the unmistakable look of love on her face that he must know without a shadow of a doubt is how she’s been looking at him for so many years now.

When he compared her to the stars, she had never given it much weight. Why would she when playfulness and freedom was all she ever wanted? Claude believing in her, seeing her as more than just Holst’s little sister and as someone of worth barely crossed her mind. To be loved by Claude had been a daydream that had blossomed unbeknownst to her. A daydream that she could keep close to her heart because she never thought she could have him in that way. Even before knowing he was a prince she had known better than to let it go further than that.

And yet here he is, bathed in the light of the moon that she so affectionately calls him looking at her in the way she’s always hoped. For a moment she lies there in silence, overwhelmed and overrun with tenderness, foolishness, and embarrassment.

But in the next breath her hands are cradling his face, closing the distance between them in this bedframe to kiss him. That alone could say so many things because she’s never thought she’s had a talent for meaningful words: he is like the moon; he illuminates, he makes everything more. But he deserves more than that. When she breaks apart from him it’s only for a moment and only to hover inches from his lips as she peppers words between more kisses. ]

I love you. [ A laugh splutters from her lips, the words sounding strange and yet so familiar on her lips because she had said it in so many ways except those three words. ] And it’s so stupid because no matter what I try to compare you to, nothing will ever describe how I feel. I love you. I love you even though I don't feel deserving of your love, but for you I'll try.

[ She brings his hand to lay over her chest, pressing her forehead to his. The words that come next are clumsy, but no less earnest. Learning Almyran had been a difficult endeavor when there was no one to teach it to her and she had wanted to keep it a surprise. The last thing she had expected was for it to come out like this. ]

My moon. My heart. I adore you with everything that I am.

I interrupted you, remember?

[ He leans in to give her more of those kisses, then flops them both down on the swinging bed to get comfortable, tangling his legs with hers as he tucks her against his chest. ]

We can do lunch in a little while. Why don’t we just enjoy being here for a little while instead?

You weren't interrupting anything. You never are.

[ She had been lost in her own thoughts again all to worried about the feelings that swirled inside her heart. But while she had worried, the fear in her heart seems to have dissipated, replaced with such a feeling of warmth that she finds it hard to believe she felt any of claws of that fear claw at her to begin with.

Here in Sylvain's arms feels like the most natural thing in the world and she rests her head on against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat, reassuring, constant. Her thumb brushes gently across his cheek. ]

I love you, Sylvain.

[ The look on her face reminds him of a kaleidoscope in how it changes each time he looks at it, never quite the same in the emotions shifting through it but each feeling identifiable as they move through her expression. Glimpses of emotions he's seen before, ones he'd pinned hopes upon for what they could mean, and now they fall into place to form that ever changing picture. But the constant is there - the core of it all no longer a hope he'd quietly kindled on his own that's grown into a confirmation of feelings shared.

There is, of course, the ever present desire to banter back about the idea of being deserving and how Hilda is applying it to herself. Claude lets it go. Decides for now it doesn't matter when there's the same words back for each of them to hold onto that makes the long road to get here and all it's taken for both of them to know the other means it as each of those kisses are returned if he doesn't beat her to another one first when happiness is far more distracting.

It takes him a moment to place what she's saying next, if only because it's been so long since he's heard Almyran spoken by anyone other than himself. To hear Hilda speak it now - the words filter through his surprise before they fully register. Surprise which is plain on his face momentarily though once the language he knows so well clicks as does the recognition Hilda's taken the time to learn it to tell him this, it quickly softens. Whatever was there before melts into an expression full of affection and love, unguarded in its entirety as Claude has to take a moment to swallow back the tightness that's formed in the back of his throat. ]

My love, you are already everything I ever wanted.

[ The words are carefully chosen and spoken to make sure they're enunciated and not lost in hoarseness from sentiment he's not entirely successful from keeping out as it slips in anyway. The same for not getting misplaced in between their lips, not until he leans down for another slow kiss with no less intensity behind it as though it'll transfer those words if they weren't understood. To pass on all the rest waiting to be said for the time they still have, to seal them with another promise. Now that they've been said, it feels all the sillier to him that he'd waited years upon years to voice them beyond hiding them in touches, looks, and any number of smaller things he knew she'd love like they could ever be a proper substitute when they should have been a supplement all along.

It's a lot to put into a kiss, but he means to. Until Claude interrupts it to pull back just enough so Hilda can see the amused look on his face. ]

And how long, exactly, have you been planning to drop learning Almyran on me out of nowhere?

𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘥, 𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘢. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦.

[ There's a resignation to her words though, hinting that she is trying to accept it if not finding it difficult along with everything else swirling around in her brain. But speaking about it at length certainly doesn't help that and she's been actively working at not thinking about it in those terms. ]

𝘐 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘺.

𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?

You don't have to apologize to me, Hilda. I'm your friend, I'm here for you, always. I'm the one who offered to talk about these things. You can talk to me about boys or about fashion or magic or whatever floats your boat.

I will update you if there's anything to update. For now it's just us and rituals. Please be safe!

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