Don't tease me! I've never gotten stuck like this before with a zipper.
[ Her whine is a mix of impatience and embarrassment as her hair continues to be tugged in her attempt to try (stupidly) to face him. It's rare that she'll feel embarrassed. If she had to rank this moment, it probably doesn't even rank on any sort of scale, particularly ones where Claude has to bail her out. Even if these scenarios are far and few between, Claude has been there to get her out of it. That in itself is a constant, even if the constant usually comes with a bitten back, but kind smile or laugh at her expense. In spite of all her whinging, it's only fair because that's exactly the sort of reaction she'd give him.
Hilda nods, stilling immediately at his request. Out of habit the beginnings of crocodile tears mist in her eyes even though there's really no pain to speak of so long as she didn't count her ego. Thankfully it's an easy fix. But before she can thank him properly for freeing her, she catches the expression on his face in the mirror. It's one that she can only describe as tender which is wildly confusing to her.
She's seen this expression before. It's one that she's tried to overanalyze before telling herself to stop because whatever conclusion she wants to believe is probably wrong. This isn't like the look she's seen him shoot, ever so fleetingly, at Petra and Sylvain. If only. The thought would make her heart ache were it not for the kiss he presses to her shoulder. Her body, traitorously, almost lets out a wistful sigh at the feeling of warmth through the fabric. Thank god she has enough agency to bite it back, but it's not enough to stop the creep of warmth crawl up the back of her neck.
Hilda tugs her lips into an exasperated smile holding his gaze a moment longer before turning her back to the mirror to face him. This time the teasing lilt is back in its place. ]
All thanks to the moon of my life. [ If she acts like everything is fine, then it will be. Right? Her eyes skip down before going back up to his face. The curve of her lips becomes less forced as she bats doe eyes at him. ] Did you shine those boots just for me?
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[ Her whine is a mix of impatience and embarrassment as her hair continues to be tugged in her attempt to try (stupidly) to face him. It's rare that she'll feel embarrassed. If she had to rank this moment, it probably doesn't even rank on any sort of scale, particularly ones where Claude has to bail her out. Even if these scenarios are far and few between, Claude has been there to get her out of it. That in itself is a constant, even if the constant usually comes with a bitten back, but kind smile or laugh at her expense. In spite of all her whinging, it's only fair because that's exactly the sort of reaction she'd give him.
Hilda nods, stilling immediately at his request. Out of habit the beginnings of crocodile tears mist in her eyes even though there's really no pain to speak of so long as she didn't count her ego. Thankfully it's an easy fix. But before she can thank him properly for freeing her, she catches the expression on his face in the mirror. It's one that she can only describe as tender which is wildly confusing to her.
She's seen this expression before. It's one that she's tried to overanalyze before telling herself to stop because whatever conclusion she wants to believe is probably wrong. This isn't like the look she's seen him shoot, ever so fleetingly, at Petra and Sylvain. If only. The thought would make her heart ache were it not for the kiss he presses to her shoulder. Her body, traitorously, almost lets out a wistful sigh at the feeling of warmth through the fabric. Thank god she has enough agency to bite it back, but it's not enough to stop the creep of warmth crawl up the back of her neck.
Hilda tugs her lips into an exasperated smile holding his gaze a moment longer before turning her back to the mirror to face him. This time the teasing lilt is back in its place. ]
All thanks to the moon of my life. [ If she acts like everything is fine, then it will be. Right? Her eyes skip down before going back up to his face. The curve of her lips becomes less forced as she bats doe eyes at him. ] Did you shine those boots just for me?