he's in her room again, (seiros FORBID!) quietly brushing her hair. 'is this a new blend, hilda? didn't you have like...a different one last week? i need to step up.' he comments lightly before running the comb per her requests; through silken pink strands. one day perhaps he'd realize how sacred those moments actually were. or maybe he already did.
she hums in appreciation as he oh, so kindly tends to her locks, feet crossing at the ankles, laughter soft in response to his words. ❝ it was a gift, ❞ she says, and from whom she doesn’t bother to say. perhaps it was from an admirer, from a friend they share, or perhaps it was from the brother that loves her despite her idle personality. ‘ it’s always good to try new things, so i thought, hey ! why not ? ’
as the comb reaches the ends, hilda’s head tilts back to look up at him, smile friendly ( a different sort of friendly than what she shows to others; it’s a type of friendly she showcases to claude and claude alone, because the bond they share and these quiet moments of relaxation ? they’re precious to her, even if she never says so vocally ). ‘ if you want, you can try it too. no skin off my back. ’
