Inbox: Abraxas

[philancer]

INBOX text / action / horizon Roses are red, violets are blue,
and right now it seems I'm missing you.
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[theidlemaiden]

[ Her heart clenches at that small smile. She's had enough brushes with his ingrained belief that he deserves nothing and nothing good at that to know that this too might be something to contend with eventually.

But that feels like several steps ahead of where they are and she knows despite this discomfort, this aching desire to want to tell him everything she can't convey into words, that it's where they need to be right now. And at least, she ruefully thinks herself, they're here together.

Hilda leans into his kiss, slipping her hands down the slope of his neck before nestling at the nape of his neck. More sentiments of her disbelief in her ability to make him happy, in the longevity of his want spin on an endless loop in her head. Miraculously none of them make it past her lips. Instead she stills them by pressing her own kiss to his forehead and the tip of his nose. ]

No matter what I decide – you'll always mean so much to me, Sylvain. Thank you for caring for me.

[philancer]

[ That… didn’t sound promising. But his face carefully keeps any disappointment from showing as he slides a hand against her spine, knowing she meant well.

It still sounded, in its own way, like a goodbye. And maybe it was.

Better to start bracing for that now, then.

Still, he manages a warm smile for her as she pulls back from dropping a kiss to the end of his nose. ]

You’re easy to care for. [ he offers instead, tugging a lock of her hair playfully. He’d meant it when he said he’d respect whatever decision she made, and the last thing he wanted to do was make her feel guilty for it. ] Now. I suppose we should go rescue your hat before I get myself into more trouble, hmm?

[theidlemaiden]

There's probably people who would think otherwise.

[ Deflection is easy to reach for, particularly when she already feels so much like a burden.

So is falling back on old habits, on levity, on joking and smiles instead of focusing on the heaviness that still sits in her heart. He's given a roll of her eyes as she stands up off his lap and motions for him to crouch so she can climb onto his back. ]

You're already in trouble but you'll be in more if you throw it over the ledge.

[philancer]

I wouldn’t do that! [ …Probably. Maybe? ] Delores is just protecting it for you. And feeling pretty. I’d hate to deprive her.

[ But he obligingly boosts her up on his back to piggyback her across the terrace to retrieve her wayward hat. ]

You ready to go inside? I should probably get washed up before starting on dinner.

[theidlemaiden]

[ As she's lifted up, a hand drapes lazily over shoulder while the other goes to lightly hold her own hat in place on her head. ]

I wouldn't deprive her either but Delores can get her own hat.

[ Once the hat is back in her hands with no shenanigans or threat of it being thrown again, Hilda makes a show of contemplating having it rest on his head. Just as she's inches from doing so she settles it atop her other hat on her head and leans into him to give him a kiss on the cheek instead. Sylvain would be spared having to wear it again she supposed. At least he was spared today. ]

What were you going to make? Can I watch?

[philancer]

I hadn’t decided yet. Is they’re something you’re craving?

[ He casts a smile over his shoulder at her, boosting her a little higher on his back before abandoning the poor hatless Delores to head for the terrace doors. ]

Why don’t you look in the ice box and see if there’s anything that catches your fancy while I wash up, hmm?

[theidlemaiden]

I'll eat anything you make as long as we can go get a dessert after.

[ Once they're through the veranda doors she deposits her hats onto the hat stand by the door. Their new addition to the loft slumbers on a pillow near the window with the lizards nestled in the crook of the wyvern's tail. ]

Unless you're busy later and have plans. I guess I can go fend for myself for dessert with Veliki and Mali.

[ Even now she can't stop herself from playing the cautionary card. Not that her voice betrays any of that. ]

[philancer]

[ He grins as he gently lets her slide down his back to land on her feet once more before turning and tugging a log of her hair in affection once again. ]

Nope. No plans. Looks like I’m all yours for the evening. Flee while you can.

[ He casts her a playful wink before bending and brushing a kiss against the top of her head before turning to head back down the hall to where their bedrooms and bath are tucked away. He calls back over his shoulder as he goes. ]

Think about you want for dessert in the meantime, then. I’ll be right back.

[theidlemaiden]

Just don't complain if I make it too complicated!

[ As he retreats back towards his room she's left warm all over – from the kiss he had left at the top of her head down to her toes that are warmed by the patch of sunlight streaming through the windows to the lingering heat in her cheeks as a remnant from his words.

It's only once she hears the door click behind him that she lets out a breath. Her hands flutter to rest over her heart and she stares at the closed door taking in the way how quickly her heart races.

She lingers there a breath more, gripping the fabric of her dress lightly before pulling herself together to head towards the kitchen left alone again with her butterflies and her thoughts. ]