[ As there's no Christmas to be celebrated (and considering Blake is a lapsed Catholic), the gift for Hilda arrives some time on or after the winter celebrations. Much like the small handful of gifts he'd given out, Hilda's is a product of his latest obsession: Leatherworking.
He's been perfecting gloves. It's a difficult craft, especially gauging the correct sizes for people without a proper fitting, but with a button and some careful calculation (or paying local makers for insider information), he's been able to create something resembling quality that typically don't need re-sized.
Hilda's gloves are a pair dyed a pale pink, each finger cropped short to make them fingerless. Blake had sourced the dye color himself, making sure that he adding a supplemental dye on the cooler spectrum to bring the color to life in the way he'd imagined it. The leather, saved from a hunted animal, is as free of flaws as possible and remains both supple and durable. The seams are reinforced, and he's carefully embossed a crawling vine of flowers around the wrist to give it the appropriate flare. ]
Hil,
There aren't words enough to express how deeply grateful I am for the friendship we share. I've made these gloves with your weapon in mind and would love to tailor them more appropriately should the need arise; nothing but the best for my incredible wife.
[ He doesn't sign the note, but doesn't suspect he needs to. How many "husbands" could she have? Unfortunately, he doesn't show his face when it's delivered to Hilda's doorstep, either, mostly because he feels like he's been both a bad fake husband and a bad not-fake friend. ]
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late December
He's been perfecting gloves. It's a difficult craft, especially gauging the correct sizes for people without a proper fitting, but with a button and some careful calculation (or paying local makers for insider information), he's been able to create something resembling quality that typically don't need re-sized.
Hilda's gloves are a pair dyed a pale pink, each finger cropped short to make them fingerless. Blake had sourced the dye color himself, making sure that he adding a supplemental dye on the cooler spectrum to bring the color to life in the way he'd imagined it. The leather, saved from a hunted animal, is as free of flaws as possible and remains both supple and durable. The seams are reinforced, and he's carefully embossed a crawling vine of flowers around the wrist to give it the appropriate flare. ]
Hil,
There aren't words enough to express how deeply grateful I am for the friendship we share. I've made these gloves with your weapon in mind and would love to tailor them more appropriately should the need arise; nothing but the best for my incredible wife.
[ He doesn't sign the note, but doesn't suspect he needs to. How many "husbands" could she have? Unfortunately, he doesn't show his face when it's delivered to Hilda's doorstep, either, mostly because he feels like he's been both a bad fake husband and a bad not-fake friend. ]