It's possible, if only people believe it could be.
[ A change not limited to Fodlan, either. The same drive to make it happen in Almyra waits at home after those letters he'd written but never sent on parchment grown brittle in the Horizon like they know something he doesn't about being destined to never be sent. That over time and overthinking, what had once seemed like the best idea does no longer even as maybe hangs over everything.
Including what Hilda says about that dream he's always kept his eyes on with every move made in pursuit of it to be one step closer, though it's tempered surprise which has Claude looking down at her at the last words out of her mouth. Something he's considered also though guessing whether her hopes are pinned on that same thing or not is something he'll have to tease out, he thinks, when he wants to believe that no matter the differences they've heard of from others brought from Fodlan - maybe this will be the constant. Maybe. ]
And I hope you are, too.
[ And while here: that's the best they can ask for, isn't it? Claude finds it hard to linger on doubts about what the future might bring when they're here. They're together, and that's enough for him to believe as he leans down to press a lingering kiss to her forehead that will have to say the rest. All those wishes, all those hopes, all the everything they've not yet said but he believes and can wait for.
Because - ]
Now, did I tell you about this bridge? [ He knows he didn't. Speaking of mischievousness as he whirls the conversation another direction for now: the quick grin he flashes her will say as much, which really makes this plan even better. (To him.) ] It's known for its scenic views of the bay and the landscape behind it. Including beneath it since it's a suspended bridge.
[ If Hilda guesses this might be the part he's most excited about besides the beach awaiting them - she'd be right. ]
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[ A change not limited to Fodlan, either. The same drive to make it happen in Almyra waits at home after those letters he'd written but never sent on parchment grown brittle in the Horizon like they know something he doesn't about being destined to never be sent. That over time and overthinking, what had once seemed like the best idea does no longer even as maybe hangs over everything.
Including what Hilda says about that dream he's always kept his eyes on with every move made in pursuit of it to be one step closer, though it's tempered surprise which has Claude looking down at her at the last words out of her mouth. Something he's considered also though guessing whether her hopes are pinned on that same thing or not is something he'll have to tease out, he thinks, when he wants to believe that no matter the differences they've heard of from others brought from Fodlan - maybe this will be the constant. Maybe. ]
And I hope you are, too.
[ And while here: that's the best they can ask for, isn't it? Claude finds it hard to linger on doubts about what the future might bring when they're here. They're together, and that's enough for him to believe as he leans down to press a lingering kiss to her forehead that will have to say the rest. All those wishes, all those hopes, all the everything they've not yet said but he believes and can wait for.
Because - ]
Now, did I tell you about this bridge? [ He knows he didn't. Speaking of mischievousness as he whirls the conversation another direction for now: the quick grin he flashes her will say as much, which really makes this plan even better. (To him.) ] It's known for its scenic views of the bay and the landscape behind it. Including beneath it since it's a suspended bridge.
[ If Hilda guesses this might be the part he's most excited about besides the beach awaiting them - she'd be right. ]