[ The last thing she expects under all that cheer in Sylvain's response is a steady, unwavering reply. Unfortunately admiration is elbowed out by her annoyance that flared when he thought to call her out for her (mostly) truthful response. ]
Why is that bullshit?
[ Hilda's posture stiffens in his lap, pulling back as her eyes sharpen, steeling her nerves behind mild indignation. It doesn't matter that they're getting a taste of their own medicine, that Sylvain's gaze softens in a way that usually makes her want to melt in turn, or that his intentions are well and good when he answers her question. Her hackles are already raised. So much so that she nearly misses Claude's defence of her request for time to think.
Her eyes dart towards him trying to piece together the reason he could have given Sylvain as to why they had continued to be "stupid" around another (because if there was anyone being stupid it was them, not her). Is this what she gets for trying to be respectful? For trying not to be nosey? Once again her willful ignorance tricked her into believing she could keep avoiding it but reality often had a hard time fighting against a potent mixture of cowardice and stubbornness. Feeling trapped in a corner does nothing to stave off that desire to turn tail and run either, irritation sparking in her voice in an attempt to mask her rising panic. ]
Great well if that just leaves me I'll say what I said to the both of you before: I don't know what I want, I still don't know what I want and I told you both why. So you and telling me that that's "bullshit" really ticks me off. [ Her chest feels tight. The faint buzzing at the base of her skull grows louder. She attempts to shove Sylvain's hands off of her with more strength than she'd normally use to struggle against his hold. ] It must be nice being okay with having feelings for multiple people at once and not being jealous or petty about it. Then again you've both had way more practice than I have.
[ And more time here together, a sickly jealous voice whispers. More time to bond, more time to do sweet happy things together while she went off and sulked. This is all a kindness. A means of consoling until they realized what they really wanted. Her stomach churns. Her cheeks burn. ]
If you're just waiting for me, don't. I already told you I don't want to stand in the way of you two being together when you both want to be. I don't see why I have to be part of that equation. [ She spits the next sentence out with more venom than she intends. ] You don't have to be nice for my sake.
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Why is that bullshit?
[ Hilda's posture stiffens in his lap, pulling back as her eyes sharpen, steeling her nerves behind mild indignation. It doesn't matter that they're getting a taste of their own medicine, that Sylvain's gaze softens in a way that usually makes her want to melt in turn, or that his intentions are well and good when he answers her question. Her hackles are already raised. So much so that she nearly misses Claude's defence of her request for time to think.
Her eyes dart towards him trying to piece together the reason he could have given Sylvain as to why they had continued to be "stupid" around another (because if there was anyone being stupid it was them, not her). Is this what she gets for trying to be respectful? For trying not to be nosey? Once again her willful ignorance tricked her into believing she could keep avoiding it but reality often had a hard time fighting against a potent mixture of cowardice and stubbornness. Feeling trapped in a corner does nothing to stave off that desire to turn tail and run either, irritation sparking in her voice in an attempt to mask her rising panic. ]
Great well if that just leaves me I'll say what I said to the both of you before: I don't know what I want, I still don't know what I want and I told you both why. So you and telling me that that's "bullshit" really ticks me off. [ Her chest feels tight. The faint buzzing at the base of her skull grows louder. She attempts to shove Sylvain's hands off of her with more strength than she'd normally use to struggle against his hold. ] It must be nice being okay with having feelings for multiple people at once and not being jealous or petty about it. Then again you've both had way more practice than I have.
[ And more time here together, a sickly jealous voice whispers. More time to bond, more time to do sweet happy things together while she went off and sulked. This is all a kindness. A means of consoling until they realized what they really wanted. Her stomach churns. Her cheeks burn. ]
If you're just waiting for me, don't. I already told you I don't want to stand in the way of you two being together when you both want to be. I don't see why I have to be part of that equation. [ She spits the next sentence out with more venom than she intends. ] You don't have to be nice for my sake.