There is something off kilter, but where to start in narrowing it down? Is that even possible when there's so much it could be? Claude isn't often one to worry, but this request plus her hesitance around asking at all when it used to be something they never thought twice about no matter what anyone around the monastery said feels like it could be anything at all. It had been so easy to let down walls to let Hilda in, more so than he could've ever guessed, and to the point where he hadn't noticed her persistence gradually eroding them away. To where her complaints about the volume of books, quills, and papers stashed in his bed at any given time had dwindled, just in case, and he'd thought about that more than once since arriving where he'd piled them up to fill a missing void once more.
I just wanted to be sure. That stings more than anything else ever could, he thinks. But with Hilda not looking back at him in the mirror - Claude shrugs a shoulder and pastes on a smile as he gets back to braiding, just in case she does look up. Never say he's not ready to pretend something is fine even if it doesn't seem to be. ]
Well, if Sylvain's the problem, we could always just kick him out of the room. I haven't a feeling he wouldn't stand much of a chance against us when it'd be two against one, and when he hasn't seen you at your most persuasive.
[ One strand of the plait over the other as he keeps his gaze on them despite the light tone he's forcing enough to be natural, adjusting it here and there and reaching to take the top braid from her hand when it's time. And, in a ploy to get her to smile or sound more like herself for scolding him with what's a blatantly apparent attempt at teasing her, and with a decidedly wide smirk - ]
Or he'll vacate the room when he hears how loudly you snore when you're out cold, and then it won't be a problem anyway. Maybe I should've had you nap in there sooner whenever I was looking for some peace and quiet.
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There is something off kilter, but where to start in narrowing it down? Is that even possible when there's so much it could be? Claude isn't often one to worry, but this request plus her hesitance around asking at all when it used to be something they never thought twice about no matter what anyone around the monastery said feels like it could be anything at all. It had been so easy to let down walls to let Hilda in, more so than he could've ever guessed, and to the point where he hadn't noticed her persistence gradually eroding them away. To where her complaints about the volume of books, quills, and papers stashed in his bed at any given time had dwindled, just in case, and he'd thought about that more than once since arriving where he'd piled them up to fill a missing void once more.
I just wanted to be sure. That stings more than anything else ever could, he thinks. But with Hilda not looking back at him in the mirror - Claude shrugs a shoulder and pastes on a smile as he gets back to braiding, just in case she does look up. Never say he's not ready to pretend something is fine even if it doesn't seem to be. ]
Well, if Sylvain's the problem, we could always just kick him out of the room. I haven't a feeling he wouldn't stand much of a chance against us when it'd be two against one, and when he hasn't seen you at your most persuasive.
[ One strand of the plait over the other as he keeps his gaze on them despite the light tone he's forcing enough to be natural, adjusting it here and there and reaching to take the top braid from her hand when it's time. And, in a ploy to get her to smile or sound more like herself for scolding him with what's a blatantly apparent attempt at teasing her, and with a decidedly wide smirk - ]
Or he'll vacate the room when he hears how loudly you snore when you're out cold, and then it won't be a problem anyway. Maybe I should've had you nap in there sooner whenever I was looking for some peace and quiet.