[ Claude's admission has her gaze softening while stirring up a pang of homesickness for her own parents and Holst. ]
They sound like a lot of fun. [ And she means that, sincerely without a trace of sarcasm. ] ...I've always admired my parents' love too even if they drive me up the wall sometimes.
[ Their love story had been one she'd always pestered them to tell her growing up and they had always indulged her as they did with everything else in her life. ]
It was arranged but I think they were the lucky ones because they loved each other before that and still do. Despite the betrothal my father still courted her like they weren't and they still look at each other with so much affection like how I remember them when I was younger. But it's more than that. Father is the head of the House but he's always taken my mother's opinions and thoughts into consideration. Always.
[ It would be a stretch to say that they were largely why she believed in the things she did so strongly: Love, respect and trust in a marriage whether it was arranged or not. A happy household with children that are loved and would know that without a shadow of a doubt. Her parents had never neglected or rejected her even when it was clear that her Crest made her unremarkable. A part of her suspects that it's thanks to them and because of Holst's kind heart, that her brother had never treated her with anything but (smothering) love.
Caught her in her thoughts of home and her family it almost doesn't dawn on her what Claude says. She pushes back slightly, eyes searching his face. The moment on the rooftop of Cyprian's workshop suddenly comes to mind where she had completely misinterpreted what he'd said then. Hilda's mind seems to stutter. ]
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They sound like a lot of fun. [ And she means that, sincerely without a trace of sarcasm. ] ...I've always admired my parents' love too even if they drive me up the wall sometimes.
[ Their love story had been one she'd always pestered them to tell her growing up and they had always indulged her as they did with everything else in her life. ]
It was arranged but I think they were the lucky ones because they loved each other before that and still do. Despite the betrothal my father still courted her like they weren't and they still look at each other with so much affection like how I remember them when I was younger. But it's more than that. Father is the head of the House but he's always taken my mother's opinions and thoughts into consideration. Always.
[ It would be a stretch to say that they were largely why she believed in the things she did so strongly: Love, respect and trust in a marriage whether it was arranged or not. A happy household with children that are loved and would know that without a shadow of a doubt. Her parents had never neglected or rejected her even when it was clear that her Crest made her unremarkable. A part of her suspects that it's thanks to them and because of Holst's kind heart, that her brother had never treated her with anything but (smothering) love.
Caught her in her thoughts of home and her family it almost doesn't dawn on her what Claude says. She pushes back slightly, eyes searching his face. The moment on the rooftop of Cyprian's workshop suddenly comes to mind where she had completely misinterpreted what he'd said then. Hilda's mind seems to stutter. ]
What should you have done?