#hilda.

@armatization​  :  ❛ don’t you know what you’re doing to me? ❜

     Hilda’s grin was perfectly sweet as she curled her finger beneath his chin, lightly grazing her manicured nail through the scruff of his beard.  She really,  really liked the beard.  She half-leaned over him in his seat,  close enough to boop the tip of her nose against his,  but not quiiiite close enough for a kiss.  “I do,”  she sing-songed.  A playfulness flickering into her eyes.

For years they’d danced around each other,  always dodging the wyvern in the room,  the tension always tight enough that many times she weighed making the first move and risking it,  just so she’d know.  But she liked the game,  too,  even though she’d also once worried about what would happen once the chase was over.  Turns out,  she didn’t have to worry about that at all.