#hilda support

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"I first met Hilda during that strange event where we had to pretend to be a couple… I was so nervous, but she made it all feel like a game. We ended up being the perfect team—even escaped a giant golem together in a dungeon!" she remembered every moment they spent together: not a single time, she felt unease or at discomfort. She was a great company to the petite priestess.

"She’s clever, brave, and honestly… kind of dazzling. I trust her completely, and I’m so happy we met like that—even if it was a little silly!"

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[ Street Crepe ]  - "Ooh! Sakura!" Hilda called her friend over with a frantic wave of the arm. Her other hand held a steaming plate of crepes; the stall had sold both savoury and sweet options, but Hilda had opted for one coated in a delicious layer of icing sugar.

"Have you tried this?" She spied that Sakura's brooch was much fuller than hers and decided to use the situation to her advantage. "I'll trade you a bite for one of your white feathers~"

As she heard the familiar voice, Sakura turned to meet the gaze of one of her favourite person in the monastery and the very first person who actually befriended her –Hilda. She waved a hand and she immediately reached her position just to notice a very delicious plate on the palm of her hand.

She was tempting her, but the request was very fair.

“Just one? I can give the whole amount of feathers for that delicacy!” Hilda definitely knew her sweet-tooth and she was capable enough to lure Sakura into her malicious trick. But, we all knew that it was fairly good for the event.

“Let’s do a fair trade: one white feather for one black feather” she noticed a little feather pocking from her pocket and so she waited, eyes fixated on the flavoury plate.

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an adrenaline filled kiss shared after committing a crime 

kiss me to forget

"Do you think they'll find out?"

Mitama's breath comes out in a forceful, exhausted exhale. From where she has fallen to sit on the ground, she has a clear view of the starry sky above them. Fodlan should have more views such as this, she muses. And far less of the gruesome battlefields and underground horrors that it insists on displaying.

What had even possessed her to do this? Ah, yes...class pride of all things.

Mitama huffs as she sits up straight. Hilda is sat beside her, the two of them ducked behind a hedge that separated to tea areas from the classrooms. Mitama does not hear pursuing steps any longer. They could likely return to their rooms unseen.

Hilda's head is close enough when Mitama turns to face her that their noses brush. It is absurd. Foolish. To think she could get so empassioned by things such as inter-house rivalries that she had agreed to Hilda's ridiculous suggestion of vandalizing the other classes...

(They would be fine. They would simply find that their classroom was far more...fragrant than usual, thanks to reversing some charms Rhajat had shown Mitama long ago.)

Mitama lets out a tired laugh. She will sleep well tonight. "If they truly take such offense to it, then I doubt they will be hard to convince otherwise if they believe our dear house leader the perpetrator."

In a burst of unexpected mischief, Mitama's face splits with a grin as she ducks in to press a quick kiss to other's lips. "A race then back to the dorms?" Mitama moves to her feet. The thought of crawling into bed rushes them faster. "Last to return should tell Claude of his impending suffering."

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‘Tis the Season | Mistletoe Meme

How does this keep happening to him? Once again Ignatz is under the mistletoe with one of his female classmates. 

This time it’s Hilda, which makes this ten times worse. Out of all his classmates Hilda seemed like the most likely to cause a scene. 

There was no time to think, he could already feel her expecting gaze. Without thinking he quickly leaned in and kissed her cheek, turning as pink as her hair. He pulled away and turned around to focus on something, anything, other than the girl next to him.

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MEDIC: "Ug, you really should be more careful," Hilda complains as she tends to Charlotte's injury. Still, she supposes being stuck in infirmary duty is better than pulling weeds or mucking stables.

sweet not sour

Keep smiling, keep smiling, do not punch the students, she's a rich kid with an older brother, keep smiling...

Charlotte laughs like Hilda just told a funny little joke and not like she just called her a clumsy idiot. "You're right...I'm so sorry to make you worry over me like this! I just don't know what came over me..."

She really didn't. That training session should've been a joke with that guard, he was basically a twig! How he managed to get a quick one in on her and cut up her arm, she'll never figure out. Charlotte sighs and remembers at the last second to make it all cute and dainty and not with all the frustration she was feeling.

"Oh, maybe I should just leave fighting for all the big and strong soldiers...I might just be not good at it at all..." She sniffles and ducks her head and lets her hair do the work to hide the fact she's not really tearing up at all. "Maybe I should just stay back at the monastery where I'm out of the way...what do you think, huh?"

She makes sure her eyes are nice and big when she looks up at Hilda again, blinking a few times to make her eyes nice and shiny. "You think it doesn't suit me at all too, don't you?"

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"Bernadetta!" Hilda greets her excitedly. "it's so nice to see you here! I was worried you'd skip out on all of the fun. Come on, let's go get some sweets. The buns are absolutely delicious and I won't accept no for an answer!" With that, Hilda grabs her by the arm and tries to drag her off for treats.

Bernie yelps at the sound of her name, snapping her head to the side at the approaching assailant. Thankfully, it's just Hilda, so as far as assailants go, Bernadetta thinks she's lucked out and at least her assailant might show some mercy. Maybe.

"O-Oh, well, um, I promised the others so..." Her weak explanation doesn't matter much, as Hilda's quickly hooking her arm around Bernie's and steering her off in another direction.

It's...it's not the same as she's usually dragged around, so Bernadetta doesn't feel the same pinpricks that make her freeze up and fight. She does babble incoherently as she follows though, trying to think of something smart to say.

"I...um! Thank you?"

Was she supposed to do something? Say something? She was never good at this. The ring on her finger is a heavy weight that makes her abruptly remember the whole point of the event.

"Oh! Um, did you want a stamp? I can do that!"

[ignatzvictor]

👗"Oh wow, Ignatz! You look so handsome."

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Ignatz looked up from his sketchbook at Hilda. His outfit was rather plain, nowhere near the high fashion some of the nobles were wearing. Still, the compliment left Ignatz a flustered mess. “Well... uh thank... you. Though I believe that... others... better looking than me.” Ignatz stopped, then added, “Like you Hilda, you’re like a delicate rose.”

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🌙 "The Ethereal Ball is coming up! Aren't you just so excited!" Hilda twirls excitedly. The closer it gets to the day of the ball, the harder it's been for her to sleep. The excitement is too strong. "Come on, dance with me!"

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Ignatz was surprised at Hilda’s question. He wasn’t the most excited for the ball, but decided to get caught in Hilda’s excitement. “Yeah, I can’t wait! All of the outfits are going to be so fun to draw!”

After Hilda asked him to dance, he blushed and looked at the ground. “I’m... not a good dancer... are you sure you want to dance with me?”