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[ what do you mean there's a LIST ]
Well, when you put it that way. What past ones should I know about first?
Well, when you put it that way. What past ones should I know about first?
[It takes him a moment to reply. Jack adores artists, but he never thought of himself as one. At least, not outside joking comments referring to his winter work. It's a funny feeling, but not unwelcome.]
i never thought about myself as one, i guess
but i'm glad you liked it
oh did i forget the note?
it's a thank you
for helping me with the nightmares
the black horse thingies
i never thought about myself as one, i guess
but i'm glad you liked it
oh did i forget the note?
it's a thank you
for helping me with the nightmares
the black horse thingies
[ Ciri's eyes widen slightly when she glances back over at Hilda. ]
...the sword?
[ Of course she remembers. The fact Geralt had asked Hilda for it is a squeeze of affection in her chest, a strange sort of nostalgia for something that never happened. Something that could have been. A reality that can change, that can be shaped to be what they want.
Is that why Geralt asked? ]
I'm sure you'll do a wonderful job, Hilda.
...the sword?
[ Of course she remembers. The fact Geralt had asked Hilda for it is a squeeze of affection in her chest, a strange sort of nostalgia for something that never happened. Something that could have been. A reality that can change, that can be shaped to be what they want.
Is that why Geralt asked? ]
I'm sure you'll do a wonderful job, Hilda.
You really are far too kind, thank you. ( His eyes follow the cats, though he does seem to smile at them, as well as the little dragon creature she fishes out of his arms. ) We never had a pet when I was a child, and then once I graduated I was far too busy to ever entertain having one. I suppose I could try and get one now, but--
( Alhaitham would have something to say about it if he brought one back in Sumeru. And here -- well, he's too new and Dan Heng hasn't given him a kitten yet. )
But yes-- tea, please. I've been meaning to see if I can get coffee beans somewhere here, actually.
( Alhaitham would have something to say about it if he brought one back in Sumeru. And here -- well, he's too new and Dan Heng hasn't given him a kitten yet. )
But yes-- tea, please. I've been meaning to see if I can get coffee beans somewhere here, actually.
[ What do you mean what do you mean there's a list??? Does he know who he's talking to? ]
𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘓𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘴.
𝘐𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯? 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯?
𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘓𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘴.
𝘐𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯? 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯?
That depends.
[ Try as she might to not give him the satisfaction of having her squirm as sensitive as she is under his touch it's a useless endeavor. A wanton sigh flutters from her lips and it takes her a moment and a bitten lip to collect herself before she can continue, body still reeling from the shockwaves that come at the expense of his fingers working exactly how she likes against her folds.
Her eyes flutter open, the stars behind her eyelids slowly fading and replaced with the glimmering emerald ones of Claude full of mischief and glee. Though pleasure begins to ebb away her body still seems to lean into him, wanting and needy for more. A hand snakes between them, easily finding his length that she wastes no time teasing and working. ]
How much do you want my mouth around your cock or between my legs?
[ Try as she might to not give him the satisfaction of having her squirm as sensitive as she is under his touch it's a useless endeavor. A wanton sigh flutters from her lips and it takes her a moment and a bitten lip to collect herself before she can continue, body still reeling from the shockwaves that come at the expense of his fingers working exactly how she likes against her folds.
Her eyes flutter open, the stars behind her eyelids slowly fading and replaced with the glimmering emerald ones of Claude full of mischief and glee. Though pleasure begins to ebb away her body still seems to lean into him, wanting and needy for more. A hand snakes between them, easily finding his length that she wastes no time teasing and working. ]
How much do you want my mouth around your cock or between my legs?
Wait, I was going to read those!
[ He was even if he doesn't know what books they were! That's besides the point!! ]
I suppose I can't argue with where they're going, but that's only one thing. What else is on there?
[ Has he temporarily forgotten he was the one that started this conversation with something specific in mind? Possibly. ]
[ He was even if he doesn't know what books they were! That's besides the point!! ]
I suppose I can't argue with where they're going, but that's only one thing. What else is on there?
[ Has he temporarily forgotten he was the one that started this conversation with something specific in mind? Possibly. ]
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴.
[ And now that they've been here several years she can say that with complete confidence. ]
𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘚𝘺𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘦'𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘶𝘱.
[ Read: She was really bored that day and needed something to do. ]
[ And now that they've been here several years she can say that with complete confidence. ]
𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘚𝘺𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘦'𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘶𝘱.
[ Read: She was really bored that day and needed something to do. ]
Edited 2024-12-09 07:20 (UTC)
And it's 100% true for all of them just like everything else I say!
But hold on, that is a second betrayal since I didn't even get to see the results of how it did or didn't go. I was hoping that intricate pattern you wanted to try might've lasted through the nap since it seemed like it'd be good enough to stay.
But hold on, that is a second betrayal since I didn't even get to see the results of how it did or didn't go. I was hoping that intricate pattern you wanted to try might've lasted through the nap since it seemed like it'd be good enough to stay.
[ At the mention of it depending Claude's already eying her, if only because it's a (welcome) sign the games they usually play are going to continue even as Hilda moves beneath him and that flutter of her eyes is enough for him to memorize like he could immortalize it into a portrait. At least until that train of thought is disrupted several times over as her hand moves to grasp him at last. A noise somewhere between relief, considering he's long past achingly hard, and frustration, not from the motions of her hand he's rocked his hips into to match her pace but for the question, escapes him. ]
An impossible choice and you know it.
[ His favorite kind, really, considering there's no wrong answer. Also a taste of his own medicine at the same time what with how he'd turned that 'logic' on Hilda not long ago, and Claude pretends to consider it - as much as a man seriously distracted can, anyway. Whatever sounds he was planning on keeping tucked behind his teeth end up as anything in those few seconds of supposed thought. Two can continue to play this much beloved game between the both of them as even though it takes another moment to remember, to focus.
Whatever lazy motions his own hand was making against her become anything but as Claude matches her and moves to tease her clit again, this time with a hum which doesn't hide how much he's affected. ]
I'd rather fuck you unless you're suddenly feeling patient.
An impossible choice and you know it.
[ His favorite kind, really, considering there's no wrong answer. Also a taste of his own medicine at the same time what with how he'd turned that 'logic' on Hilda not long ago, and Claude pretends to consider it - as much as a man seriously distracted can, anyway. Whatever sounds he was planning on keeping tucked behind his teeth end up as anything in those few seconds of supposed thought. Two can continue to play this much beloved game between the both of them as even though it takes another moment to remember, to focus.
Whatever lazy motions his own hand was making against her become anything but as Claude matches her and moves to tease her clit again, this time with a hum which doesn't hide how much he's affected. ]
I'd rather fuck you unless you're suddenly feeling patient.
[ It should come as no surprise to him when she chooses to tease him right back. ]
I do. But you love impossible choices.
[ As much as Claude loved his impossible choices however, she loved watching him make them even more - but only when it was in situations like this. Ones where the consequences of his choices didn't really quite matter in the end because it meant that she'd be able to see him awash in pleasure and where his inhibitions and guards were fully let down. There was no such thing as lives lost or accounted for, no noble egos to balance, no prayers to answer. It was just them tangled together with their warm skin pressed against one another in the night.
Her own patience as it were is rewarded by the feeling of him wet and hard making it more than easy for her hand to expertly work him. Just at that moment his fingers brush against her swollen clit and she lets out a brief sound that has her head pressing back into the pillows. ]
Do I get something else for being patient?
I do. But you love impossible choices.
[ As much as Claude loved his impossible choices however, she loved watching him make them even more - but only when it was in situations like this. Ones where the consequences of his choices didn't really quite matter in the end because it meant that she'd be able to see him awash in pleasure and where his inhibitions and guards were fully let down. There was no such thing as lives lost or accounted for, no noble egos to balance, no prayers to answer. It was just them tangled together with their warm skin pressed against one another in the night.
Her own patience as it were is rewarded by the feeling of him wet and hard making it more than easy for her hand to expertly work him. Just at that moment his fingers brush against her swollen clit and she lets out a brief sound that has her head pressing back into the pillows. ]
Do I get something else for being patient?
𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥. 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘱 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 - 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴?
𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵?
𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵?
Every day I regret that it wasn't one of us who learned the sleep spell.
[ He's kidding about the regret part, but really: imagine what they could get up to with it. ]
Don't let my lamenting stop you if you've got more to reveal.
[ He's kidding about the regret part, but really: imagine what they could get up to with it. ]
Don't let my lamenting stop you if you've got more to reveal.
𝘋𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘚𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘺𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴?
[ They'd get into so much trouble. It's probably for the best that neither of them know it. ]
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦? 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯.
moon.
[ They'd get into so much trouble. It's probably for the best that neither of them know it. ]
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦? 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯.
moon.
I think I remember him saying that a time or two. Surely he would've known what the two of us could do with a phrase like that.
[ Also, wait a minute. That's his own logic being used against him here. In that case - ]
When was I going to find out about Viktor and Kyle?
[ Also, wait a minute. That's his own logic being used against him here. In that case - ]
When was I going to find out about Viktor and Kyle?
[ It's not quite a laugh that escapes him as Hilda proclaims a truth - one not even he can refute given how many times over it's been proven to be nothing but an ironclad fact by now. Along with that is coming to learn each other so well from years of days spent together and then nights just like this one. While Abraxas itself might be a newer setting still than those at the Academy, in Derdriu, and scattered throughout Fodlan in between, all of it is still a constant.
As is that question she asks which has him cracking a brief grin. ]
My love and devotion isn't enough?
[ A completely unserious answer despite the words and one he's still choosing to counter with when he knows that's not what she's seeking. Any other time Claude might've been able to sound properly defeated by that even if it'd be as equally to make Hilda laugh as it is now. One particular touch of her hand derails that attempt before it even truly begins when speaking of memorizing each other, there's proof of it. The same which can be said for that noise she makes and the movement against the pillows which has his attention entirely focused on her. Another lazy sweep of his fingers then meant for the exact same reaction followed by another to play upon that same reaction with no mistake in what he's doing. ]
Could always make you come again first, if that's what you're asking for.
As is that question she asks which has him cracking a brief grin. ]
My love and devotion isn't enough?
[ A completely unserious answer despite the words and one he's still choosing to counter with when he knows that's not what she's seeking. Any other time Claude might've been able to sound properly defeated by that even if it'd be as equally to make Hilda laugh as it is now. One particular touch of her hand derails that attempt before it even truly begins when speaking of memorizing each other, there's proof of it. The same which can be said for that noise she makes and the movement against the pillows which has his attention entirely focused on her. Another lazy sweep of his fingers then meant for the exact same reaction followed by another to play upon that same reaction with no mistake in what he's doing. ]
Could always make you come again first, if that's what you're asking for.
[A box has been left on Hilda's bed in her accommodations, wrapped with simple twine and no note.
Within are:
- a hair pin with intricate chain. The circular portion of the pin itself is delicately detailed to show a the branches of a tree, with the portion that holds the pin in place represented by a delicate leaf. Glowing opals (perhaps taken from the nearby flats) trail down from the leaf and into the chain itself, creating an all-too-eye catching piece. The largest of the opals looks more like a dragon's eye, and careful inspection of the work will confirm that the eye piece is enchanted with a spell of protection.
- A pair of long gloves meant for fancy dress rather than the cold, the pattern quite striking and stitched together with pink that could be mistaken for a few strands of Hilda's hair. Gold embroidery runs up the length of the gloves in abstract shapes.
- A rolled of piece of paper. Unrolling it will reveal the design for a new interior of a workshop, one that seems capable of blacksmithing and sewing Moreover and more importantly is the design for a sign to be affixed to an exterior door. The font is close to Hilda's handwriting, and it simply reads Valentine Designs: Fine Metals and Dress. A note attached to the rolled piece of paper reads Just a thought. But perhaps a worthwhile collaboration.
There's zero questions whose handwriting it is at this point.]
Within are:
- a hair pin with intricate chain. The circular portion of the pin itself is delicately detailed to show a the branches of a tree, with the portion that holds the pin in place represented by a delicate leaf. Glowing opals (perhaps taken from the nearby flats) trail down from the leaf and into the chain itself, creating an all-too-eye catching piece. The largest of the opals looks more like a dragon's eye, and careful inspection of the work will confirm that the eye piece is enchanted with a spell of protection.
- A pair of long gloves meant for fancy dress rather than the cold, the pattern quite striking and stitched together with pink that could be mistaken for a few strands of Hilda's hair. Gold embroidery runs up the length of the gloves in abstract shapes.
- A rolled of piece of paper. Unrolling it will reveal the design for a new interior of a workshop, one that seems capable of blacksmithing and sewing Moreover and more importantly is the design for a sign to be affixed to an exterior door. The font is close to Hilda's handwriting, and it simply reads Valentine Designs: Fine Metals and Dress. A note attached to the rolled piece of paper reads Just a thought. But perhaps a worthwhile collaboration.
There's zero questions whose handwriting it is at this point.]
𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭.
[ Which may come off as surprising and far more mature than Hilda is prone to being. It may also have a lot to do with the fact that it's Viktor and they're both well aware of how incredibly private he is. ]
𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮! 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘢𝘺𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭...𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.
[ Which may come off as surprising and far more mature than Hilda is prone to being. It may also have a lot to do with the fact that it's Viktor and they're both well aware of how incredibly private he is. ]
𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮! 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘢𝘺𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭...𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.
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[ That's entirely fair - and exactly what Claude guessed Hilda would say. Maybe she might find it surprising about herself, but he doesn't. Not after the myriad of secrets she'd kept (and has kept) for him, and a fond smile curves its way over his face as he considers her response. ]
A year or so is the exact timeline I was thinking of, mostly because I operate on the same one. [ Self-awareness! But for something he means just as much, and far more seriously - ] And I remember after Jayce disappeared all too well on top of that. I think it will be a good thing for both of them. I said as much to Viktor, too.
A year or so is the exact timeline I was thinking of, mostly because I operate on the same one. [ Self-awareness! But for something he means just as much, and far more seriously - ] And I remember after Jayce disappeared all too well on top of that. I think it will be a good thing for both of them. I said as much to Viktor, too.
[ Reading that makes her lips twitch and her hands still, briefly pausing her confetti-making. The confirmation that they're on the same page may seem like a strange thing to take some comfort in but that doesn't change the feeling. And in that is some certain level of relief that he doesn't seem to object to her keeping this knowledge to herself. ]
𝘚𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵?
𝘚𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵?
Was... he supposed to? Is that a metaphor for something else?
[ ?? ]
[ ?? ]
𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘳! 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶?
𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵?
𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵?
Hey, who knows what the Singularity could do next! It wouldn't be all that surprising if someone got that ability.
[ Minus the actually exploding part, but. ]
Viktor was browsing a stall near me and was clearly thinking about purchasing something. I offered my opinion on it and eventually he said it was for Kyle. All the more reason to be glad we've got some extended time in Nocwich for once since it'll be good for them.
[ Minus the actually exploding part, but. ]
Viktor was browsing a stall near me and was clearly thinking about purchasing something. I offered my opinion on it and eventually he said it was for Kyle. All the more reason to be glad we've got some extended time in Nocwich for once since it'll be good for them.
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺...
[ Something to consider. ]
𝘈𝘸, 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵? 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵! 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘝𝘪𝘬𝘬𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘒𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘝𝘪𝘬𝘵𝘰𝘳. 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧. 𝘏𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴.
[ Something to consider. ]
𝘈𝘸, 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵? 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵! 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘝𝘪𝘬𝘬𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘒𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘝𝘪𝘬𝘵𝘰𝘳. 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧. 𝘏𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴.
Is there a spell for it? We could add it to the list.
[ Right after the sleep spell, of course. ]
And that... sounds pretty fitting, actually. Viktor was buying something to make a knife for Kyle - also very fitting. [ And he means that genuinely! Though it does also get him to pause and think for a moment. ] This is probably how our friends sound when we're buying some assortment of random things for each other or for Sylvain, isn't it.
[ Right after the sleep spell, of course. ]
And that... sounds pretty fitting, actually. Viktor was buying something to make a knife for Kyle - also very fitting. [ And he means that genuinely! Though it does also get him to pause and think for a moment. ] This is probably how our friends sound when we're buying some assortment of random things for each other or for Sylvain, isn't it.
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