[ He's her moon and she's his stars; it's all so wistful, so childish and wanting that she has to remind herself repeatedly that this isn't meaningful in the way the part of her that she's trying to quash wants it to be. There are others that he holds in that sort of esteem now and it's a fact she has to accept.
But what is so wrong with childish and light, she asks herself as she watches him dip into a ridiculous bow that is a caricature of the nobles they knew from home? It's what they've been doing for years. What was the point of trying to change something that clearly worked for the both of them? Telling herself that half truth makes it easier to swallow; if she continues to tell herself that then surely it'll stick.
The corner of her eyes crinkle in time with the genuinely amused laugh that is drawn from her lips. It goes unsaid that she'd toss all of her standards out the window for him because that in and of itself might reveal too much if he looked too closely. There's a part of her that worries he had figured her out in the moments that her vulnerabilities had peeked through her painted face. Hilda doesn't think she's a complicated person to understand; it's not hard to figure out what she likes because she'll simply say so. Which means Claude might have easily figured her out if he had seen something. And if he had seen something and hadn't done or said anything - well, that was an answer in and of itself, wasn't it?
Slipping her hand daintily into his, she dips into a grand curtsy as if they're about to begin a dance (when figuratively they already have been for a while now). When Claude rises, she puts on a show of inspecting his sleeves for ink stains. Surprisingly there's nothing there and he's rewarded with a smile as a result. ]
Good thing your sleeves are ink-stain free. I still haven't forgiven you for looking like that when I arrived in Abraxas. Lorenz would have never! [ The reality is that she would have been happy to see Claude in most any state after the jarring welcoming all the Summoned receive. It's just fun to tease and remind him that she had a long memory when it came to the most inconsequential things. The put on sweetness returns. ] But since your sleeves and boots are as clean as your intentions, you may take me to the market.
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But what is so wrong with childish and light, she asks herself as she watches him dip into a ridiculous bow that is a caricature of the nobles they knew from home? It's what they've been doing for years. What was the point of trying to change something that clearly worked for the both of them? Telling herself that half truth makes it easier to swallow; if she continues to tell herself that then surely it'll stick.
The corner of her eyes crinkle in time with the genuinely amused laugh that is drawn from her lips. It goes unsaid that she'd toss all of her standards out the window for him because that in and of itself might reveal too much if he looked too closely. There's a part of her that worries he had figured her out in the moments that her vulnerabilities had peeked through her painted face. Hilda doesn't think she's a complicated person to understand; it's not hard to figure out what she likes because she'll simply say so. Which means Claude might have easily figured her out if he had seen something. And if he had seen something and hadn't done or said anything - well, that was an answer in and of itself, wasn't it?
Slipping her hand daintily into his, she dips into a grand curtsy as if they're about to begin a dance (when figuratively they already have been for a while now). When Claude rises, she puts on a show of inspecting his sleeves for ink stains. Surprisingly there's nothing there and he's rewarded with a smile as a result. ]
Good thing your sleeves are ink-stain free. I still haven't forgiven you for looking like that when I arrived in Abraxas. Lorenz would have never! [ The reality is that she would have been happy to see Claude in most any state after the jarring welcoming all the Summoned receive. It's just fun to tease and remind him that she had a long memory when it came to the most inconsequential things. The put on sweetness returns. ] But since your sleeves and boots are as clean as your intentions, you may take me to the market.