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Les 10 premières illustrations du tome 4 de @hildagirl99 :3  ________________________________________

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{ Hello-!Sorry if I took time but I needed to think about it.I actually had fun writing this so I hope you will have fun in reading it! Thanks for your request~ }

 🌜 Hilda Berg & Her Mother🌛

It was a beautiful summer day and it should havebeen a calm and peaceful day.

It should have been if Hilda wouldn’t have had an unexpectedvisit from her mother. It was a surprise and Hilda hated surprises. She alwayswanted to have everything under her control and her mother knew it. Indeed, she camehere without any warning or invitation and Hilda did not stand this behaviour. Hermother was an unpredictable woman and nobody was able to understand what wasgoing on her mind.

The relationship Hilda had with her mother wascomplicated because her mother was complicated and Hilda used to lose all herconfidence around her.

Hilda has always been the perfect daughter, maybe alittle too narcissist and proud, but she was the daughter every parent woulddesire but for her mother she was not enough. This made Hilda angry and sadbecause she just wanted her mother to be proud of her. It was not easy becausethey were both two proud women and they would have never showed her own feelingsto the other. It was an endless circle of issues and unsatisfied desires.

Obvious, Hilda was not glad for this visit but shetried acting cool and she could not appear weak or irritated in front of hermother. She must appear perfect and show to her that she was able to take careof herself and maybe she was even a better woman than she was.  

“I didn’t expect your visit, such a pleasant surprise.”said Hilda, trying to hide her sarcasm.

“Oh, haven’t you seen my arrival in the stars,darling?” her mother said, giggling and she knew Hilda was lying because thisvisit was unpleasant.

Ah, not even the stars would know what you’ve got inyour silly mind, these were the words Hilda wanted to say but she saidotherwise, “Phone was invented, so you could call me, didn’t you?” and this wasa stupid question and she was becoming nervous.

“Yes, but you know how I hate phoning, and it wouldn’thave been a surprise. Then I see you’re not busy at all.” her mother said,pedantic.

“I was working before you came!” Hilda said, hidingher irritation even this time.

“Anything important, I suppose” and her mother startedto criticize her and this apparent peace was not meant to last.

“Did you come here to complain about my job?” and thistime Hilda’s tone was not controlled, her patience was already over.

“No, I just wanted to know how my dear daughter isdoing, that’s all!” she said with a calm tone.

“I’m doing fine, thanks for asking but I haveimportant things to do…” Hilda just wanted to get rid of her mother or even to kickher out of her house.

“Ah, don’t be rude. Haven’t I taught you good manners?”she said with a sever tone.

“Ah, ok. Can I offer you a cup of tea, mother?” Hildasaid, inviting her mother to take a seat. Hilda was not used to have guests andthis made her uncomfortable.

Her mother took a seat, while Hilda made the water boil.Hilda had a weird feeling, she knew her mother wanted to talk about somethingbecause her expression was cold and distant, as if she was analysing her andthis made Hilda wary and worried. Her mother was such a mystery for her and shehated being so vulnerable. She that was always confident and strong lost herown mind because of a silly woman who was unable to think about her business. Andthis woman was her own mother so things were even more difficult to tolerate.

“I’ve heard you’re engaged with that weird plant.”said her mother and Hilda stood still.

“Yes, and watch your mouth, mother!” said Hilda, coldly.

“Why haven’t you told me?” her mother said and shepretended to be offended.

“Like you care…” told Hilda, with her voice filled withfrustration.

“Of course, I care but maybe you should’ve told me!Then–” said her mother and Hilda spoke before she could finish her sentence.

“Well, now you know. Are you satisfied?” said Hilda,confused.

“Don’t interrupt me! Why him? I don’t understand it!”her mother lost her coldness and her expression was stunned.

“Why do you ask?” and Hilda answered with anotherquestion.

Actually, Hilda’s mother knew Cagney because he wasone of her daughter’s childhood friends but she did not like him so much.

“Let’s get serious, Hilda. I don’t think he’s theright man for you… Well, he’s not even a man, he’s a weird plant, and he’s alsokinda creepy…” said the older woman with her cynical tone.

“Oh, God! It’s so impossible for you to be happy forme but I’d be glad if you’d ignore me, at least!” Hilda spoke with anger.

“No, but it’s not what I’ve imagined for you. He’s a gardenerand it’s truly weird. A plant that plants other plants… Not even a ChristopherNolan’s movie could be more tangled than this, darling.”  said her mother with sarcasm but this madeHilda angrier.

“Ok, now I know your opinion so goodbye, mother!” andHilda was about to kick her mother out.

“Ok, forgiveme, I didn’t mean to offend you…” said her mother with a softer voice.

An uncomfortable silence fell down on the room and thetwo women looked into each other eyes until Hilda spoke.

“If you truly didn’t mean it you wouldn’t have talked.If you came here only to ruin my day, well, you did it. You ruined my day!” andshe just could not tolerate her mother anymore, even Hilda’s voice was lowerand her patience was vanished.

“I’m sorry, Hilda. I only want the best for you…” shesaid.

“Or maybe you want only the best for yourself, you’venever cared about me!” and finally she confessed the awful truth she hid untilnow. It was not easy to say.

“You’re wrong, I care about you. I’m not able to showit but it doesn’t mean I don’t love you. You’re my daughter, I would never hateyou. Never.” she caressed Hilda’s cheek looking her in the eye and Hilda feltmore vulnerable than before and she felt her eyes suddenly wet.

“Why haven’t you never told me? I’ve always thoughtyou weren’t proud of me, you always criticize me and everything I do is neverenough for you.” Hilda said with frustration.

“I’m actually proud of you. You’re great. Maybe Ishould have encouraged you in other ways…” and she sighed. Yes, her mother wastotally unable to empathize with other people, she often put herself aboveothers (maybe Hilda learned from her this behaviour).

“It’s not Cagney the problem here… Not even me!” saidHilda, perplexed.

“No, it’s me… He’s a good boy. Ok, he’s not ascientist and not even an astronaut, or a Starfleet Commander but if you likehim…” she rolled her eyes, but she had to accept this reality.

“Yes, but it’s ok…” Hilda said, smiling softly.

“Yes, it’s ok…” her mother said, hugging her and thenthis silence did not seem so atrocious and the day was not ruined anymore.

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Le premier baiser d’Aria et Orus :3

Orus n’est pas vraiment à l’aise, à ce moment là, qu’on lui montre ce genre d’affection x).