[ The reply is murmured before she can stifle it - not that she'd be ashamed to say as much sober. It's the truth even without the alcohol because if there's one thing she can be confident about it's her breasts. ]
If he did, my snuggling title would be in danger.
[ Having that title is perhaps the only thing that she has over Claude. Not that it's a competition or anything. But despite what Sylvain thinks his embrace is exactly what she needs. Not because there is an absence of Claude or anyone else but because there is safety in these arms.
Hilda snuggles back into him, arms pulling him tighter around her midsection in order to dispel what little space is between them. Her fingers tangle into his, the warmth of his body softening the harsh edges of the feelings she had been feeling. Tension slowly seeps from body as her eyes flutter closed. ]
I miss you, Sylvain. I wanted to see the feywilds with you.
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[ The reply is murmured before she can stifle it - not that she'd be ashamed to say as much sober. It's the truth even without the alcohol because if there's one thing she can be confident about it's her breasts. ]
If he did, my snuggling title would be in danger.
[ Having that title is perhaps the only thing that she has over Claude. Not that it's a competition or anything. But despite what Sylvain thinks his embrace is exactly what she needs. Not because there is an absence of Claude or anyone else but because there is safety in these arms.
Hilda snuggles back into him, arms pulling him tighter around her midsection in order to dispel what little space is between them. Her fingers tangle into his, the warmth of his body softening the harsh edges of the feelings she had been feeling. Tension slowly seeps from body as her eyes flutter closed. ]
I miss you, Sylvain. I wanted to see the feywilds with you.