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Hilda’s wedding 😭😭😭 SHE LOOKS SO PRETTY

I do have to wonder if it’s...the real one tho. There was a thing in an article about a “sham wedding” that’s interrupted by one of the Terrors (apparently looking like a homeless man)...so this could be an illusion or another alternate universe. Because honestly, how much time is supposed to have actually passed between parts 3 and 4? Enough to actually plan this wedding??

“Oh is she now? I’d nearly forgotten about her. I’ll be out in a mo’ darling,” Hilda replied, slowly replacing the jar of rock candy on the pantry shelf. She toddled out, a smile on her face as she greeted the fortune teller. When the strange woman had last wandered in, Hilda could sense that she was no charlatan, that she did indeed possess great magic; greater perhaps, than even Zelda or Edward. The elder woman turned, meeting Hilda’s gaze with a slightly nervous twitch to her eye. She looked nearly the same, wrapped in shawls and thick jewelry, the colorful stack of tarot cards clutched in her palm.

“Hello again! How nice of you to drop in! Would you like some tea, or something to eat?” Hilda asked, gesturing towards the counter. The woman shook her head, a quick smile flashing across her face.

“No thank you dear. I was in town and remembered I owed you a reading. One must always stick by their word… what else do we have, if not honor?” she said smoothly, sitting once again at the round table by the bookshelves. She gestured for Hilda to sit across from her, slowly shuffling the cards as she glanced nervously out the window. Hilda caught this, but the stiffness in the woman’s body language told her she was best not to comment. The fortune teller (Hilda had yet to learn her name) took a deep breath and focused on the stack in her hands, taking a few more moments to shuffle before pulling the topmost card and flipping it, laying it in front of Hilda.

“The Four of Wands...how wonderful for you, Hilda Spellman.”

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Nearly half an hour later the fortune teller exited the shop, a rather pleased Hilda in tow. Hilda attempted to offer her something to eat or drink yet again, but the woman waved her away, insisting she was fine and needed to be on her way. With a quick wave she ducked down the street, waiting until she was sure no one was looking to slip into an alleyway; a quick spell vanished the glamour Lilith wore, and she stepped back out onto the street looking her usual self. She gave a small start when she felt a soft hand slip into hers, letting out a sigh of relief when she saw whom it was.

“Mary! You nearly scared the daylights out of me!” Lilith chided, though she gripped Mary’s hand tighter as they turned off to the lot where Mary had parked earlier.

“I highly doubt I could actually manage that!” Mary laughed, “How did it go? Was Hilda happy to see you again?”

“Annoyingly so. She was rather fond of her card too, though I could have predicted it from a mile away. I still don’t see why it was so important to you that I go back. If she had realized who I was…”

Mary tugged on Lilith’s hand lightly to shush her before she stopped in front of the old Volkswagen and turned to face her.

“A promise made should always be a promise kept. I’m very proud of you, Lilith,” Mary said, smiling gently before leaning in to peck Lilith on the cheek.

Well. How could Lilith possibly argue with that?

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𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦.

A HilCee wedding commission, for a couple of lovely wlw over on Insta! Because I’m me, we have multiple versions: * cropped lyric version (song requested by commissioner)  * very old movie version * kirakira raburabu sparkle version