[ Hilda can feel his gaze on her, silently cataloguing her in a way that she's doing in kind. It's more than just pressing all of his features between pages of a book in her mind however. The Horizon, being inherently magical, means that all of the Summoned can similarly magic away the things they don't want anyone to see. They can weave clothing, buildings, mimicries of beloved creatures from home – so covering any blemishes, scars, or physical signs of lost sleep – isn't a feat. But she'd like to think she would know if he were hiding something. Though she'd also like to think that they're past hiding things like that from one another too.
Instead of an eye roll, Hilda's nose wrinkles in protest as she shoves lightly against his chest in a way that isn't really a shove at all. ]
I'm not influential.
[ Noticed, perhaps because of her strange to Abraxas colouring. But then the feeling of stares has mellowed after two years here (the looks from the people of Solvunn not withstanding). There is still little in her mind that she has done to really make an impact to Abraxas; not in the way others have. And she mostly prefers it that way. Ready to prove that she nearly launches right into her own defense. Only to be cut short by something unexpectedly tender that makes her heart tighten. The mirth that colours all of their teasing banter dims, replaced with her trying to wrestle her expression into place. Inadvertently her grip on him tightens. ]
I miss you too. Sharing a bed with Wanda from time to time just isn't quite the same.
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Instead of an eye roll, Hilda's nose wrinkles in protest as she shoves lightly against his chest in a way that isn't really a shove at all. ]
I'm not influential.
[ Noticed, perhaps because of her strange to Abraxas colouring. But then the feeling of stares has mellowed after two years here (the looks from the people of Solvunn not withstanding). There is still little in her mind that she has done to really make an impact to Abraxas; not in the way others have. And she mostly prefers it that way. Ready to prove that she nearly launches right into her own defense. Only to be cut short by something unexpectedly tender that makes her heart tighten. The mirth that colours all of their teasing banter dims, replaced with her trying to wrestle her expression into place. Inadvertently her grip on him tightens. ]
I miss you too. Sharing a bed with Wanda from time to time just isn't quite the same.