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[mauricrests]

i   hope   faye   knows   how   incredible   she   is

[aegeir]

          ❛ hilda, i know it is more my business to do the heavy - lifting, but i feel as if it is by your own hand that i now find myself swept off my feet. ❜

@erlovd // ms. hilda i know ur using me but can i carry ur books pls !!!

[wargains]

For Caspar <3

valentine’s applications! / closed / @erlovd​

Name: Hilda Valentine Goneril! But coming from you, I’ve been going by ‘HIIIIIILDAAAAAAA’ a lot recently.  Age: Twenty-Three. Do you like to cuddle?: Sure I do! It’s just as fun and easy as laying around, but with an extra pair of arms to cozy up in. And not to get your hopes up or anything, but I’m pretty good at it. Can we make-out?: Aw, Caspar… I’ve kinda been waiting for you catch a hint, you know? A night in or dinner out?: To be honest, I’m not sure which one I like more… we could flip a coin? Or arm wrestle? I won’t even lose on purpose, swear.  Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Strawberries, please!  What makes you a good Valentine?: Ha! That’s difficult to answer. I think I’m a better shower than I am a teller, so you’ll just have to take a chance on me. Would you cook for me?: Cooking for someone else is pretty nerve wracking! I think I’d be worried about making something you don’t like… but maybe we could cook together?  Would you let me cook for you?: Sure! I’ll try anything once. And coming from you, I know it’d be cooked with love.

    “agh, i’ve had it with hinting, why can’t girls just say what they want to say and be done with it! you’d get so much more done that way!” no, he’s not just embarrassed that he completely missed said hints, or embarrassed that hilda genuinely seems interested in him, or embarrassed that he’s sorta going a funny shade of pink across his cheeks and ears. he doesn’t really know exactly what to say, how do you say you’d kinda like to hug and maybe even to kiss, especially when hilda’s offering to decide what to do via an arm wrestle. that’s a dream girl, right there. in the end, he spends too long deciding exactly how to respond to what part of an overall pretty damned amazing invitation, that his mind does that thing that it does where it picks up on one single detail and forgets everything else. 

    “hey, your middle name’s valentine? i’m going on a valentines with a valentine! heh, hah, that’s pretty perfect, y’know? so when d’you wanna arm wrestle? you wanna go now? lets go now!” 

[milotheas]

     ❝ lady goneril, we have been asked by seteth to escort you to his office. ❞ three armored guards as bulky as dedue or raphael stand around hilda's doorway, making it impossible for any student to slip past them without using force. ❝ it is imperative you come with us, ❞ says the one facing hilda.

     there is little sound to be heard when hilda arrives before the door to seteth's office. a guard opens the door for hilda and then gives her a stiff bow, armor clanking, before the door closes behind her with a firm click. ahead, the chair's back faces the room, and as each heavy second falls the silence deepens. finally, a shock of green hair peaks from the seat and rises to its full figure.

     it turns around and it's dorothea outfitted almost thread-to-thread like seteth's clothes, wearing a green wig that’s sinking just a little lower than it should be on her forehead.

     ❝ so, miss goneril, it appears you've been severely negligent again... ❞ she says, her voice imitating a deep tone and intonation like seteth's. ❝ such as, failing to notify your beloved classmate and friend, dorothea arnault, that today is your birthday. ❞

     like seteth, she walks with her hands folded behind her back, striding towards hilda. laughter threatens to break through her face as dorothea unwinds her arms and holds out a wide wooden box that opens to a shining, silver necklace gilded with pink sapphires at the center. having avoided watching hilda’s face the entire act, her eyes finally peer upwards and dorothea breaks character in a fit of laughter.

     ❝ surprise! ❞ she sings. ❝ your punishment is that you're not allowed to wear it yet because we are seriously going to get in trouble if the guards fail to distract seteth any longer! we need to go now hilda, go! ❞

the wig was sent through mail, courtesy of the mittelfrank troupe. @erlovd