#varentine

[dogumacyan]

Valentine lapidot💙🍫💚

I painted this piece in 2023.

[hartsgold]

you love to see it

[heartsruin]

ahhh sylvain ahh so scary please help

❛  ahhh hilda ahh whatever you do please don’t come over here and give me a kiss, that’ll just be the scariest thing.  ❜

@varentine  //  ahhh so scary

[cureher]

mercedes why r you the sexiest girl in garreg mach

      “   well   —–   if you’ve got it, you’ve got to flaunt it, hilda. you’re the one who taught me that   !    “

[introverdt]

✎ :o ?

DRAWING UR FAVES ! /  SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING.

I LIKE CASH AND MY HAIR TO MY ASS DO THE DASH, CAN YOU MAKE IT GO FAST? ???

[timecall]

✎ 😳perhaps,...,if u so desire......

selective ✎’s // SELECTIVE ACCEPTING !!

bold of you to imply i would ever not wanna draw hilda

[galesbloom]

❝ do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer? ❞

touch-starved starters!! // accepting @varentine

       “  of course not !  ”

  she can’t really blame hilda for wanting a bit of affection. it’s been a long, arduous day full of training, studying & miscellaneous chores; even annette finds herself yearning for some comfort after days as taxing as this one. besides, annette rather enjoys spending time with hilda like this. she’s taught her the value of taking breaks & staying present in the ‘now,’ rather than always focusing on the future. it’s helped her re-frame her attitude & thoughts, & showed her that, sometimes, doing nothing is really important. she’s a good friend, & it’s nice not to have to carry the burden of expectation when they’re together.

  & so, here they are, spread out across annette’s bed, hilda’s head settled in the lap of the younger girl as she gently combs her fingers through soft, pink locks. here, in this moment, there isn’t much else that begs for annette’s attention & it’s… rather refreshing. she finds herself yearning to remain here forever & just drink up the serenity. a smile creeps upon her face as fondness fills her chest with warmth.

  annette pulls a blanket up & over hilda’s body as her voice lowers to a whisper.

                       “  have a good nap, hilda.  ”

[hearnes]

fifty reasons to touch someone.  / @varentine , 30.  … as comfort.

          A LEADER IS A SIGN OF COMFORT FOR HIS PEOPLE. 

          in his guidance , let them find rest . in his provisions , let them find grace . in his words , let them find hope . all these ideas and conceptions of what a good leader should be were undercurrents in claude’s daily mindset . always thinking about how he can improve ?  what can he grow in ? how can he better himself for others ? 

           HIS SIMPLE ANSWER : BE A FRIEND .

           the member of golden deer had become family to him long ago . to the point where shedding his blood was child’s play when it came to protecting his house mates . the same came for comfort - expending , giving , sharing . he’s , in many capacities , offered solace or advice or words to others . giving and giving , because its’ what they deserved - what they needed to thrive . 

            SEEING HILDA IN THIS STATE / HE RECOGNIZES / IS A PRIVILEGE .

            and also , a testament to their relationship . hilda was fire . strong and brazing and brilliant. a rose bush consumed and surrounded by fire . alluring you to touch , only to be burned if you get too close --- if you’re not careful . he’s always felt an affinity for hilda . she could see under his layers with a fine , razor like quality that not many could . and for that , he was grateful . to be able to say so little and be understood . and hilda , in turn , was a woman of many masks . hiding her true potential and nature under the guise of laziness and lofty words .

            but in this moment , there is no mask . she is a girl / he is a boy . above their hands are walls constructed by a church that would rather raise blind believers than critical citizens . they were children sent to learn how to dabble in politics and craft cruelty on the battlefield . every decision counted . every choice mattered . 

            “ hilda , ” he has a things for names . names are power . names are connections - bridges . he crosses the one between them right now , as he sits by her side and wraps his arm over her shoulders to pull her close . his nose presses to her temple - and whatever is broken right now he cannot promise to fix . but he can stay with her while she mends . he can be with her while she heals . and he can help anyway she would like him to . 

             “ have i told you how beautiful you look even with your mascara so runny ? you should add that to the ever growing list of secret talents of yours . ”