(hilda/lys) apartment AU snippets #1

Today is the supposed day when Hilda will be back from her business trip, if it is not rescheduled suddenly like before. No, it’s not like Lysithea is not used to have the space in the apartment all by herself, or that she missed Hilda’s noisiness—well, it is actually the latter, but she will never admit it, not in front of Hilda.

The pink-haired young woman might be a CEO of herself, but her span of businessventure (one of Hilda’s favorite vocabulary, check) would make her to go on places. Not to mention, Claude, her past employer when she was still active as a beautician, at times would get an opportunity for Hilda to be somewhere around the country, introducing her brands or holding a one-day seminar. All in all, Lysithea has far used with the fact that Hilda will be away for longer than she would ever take a trip out of the town, be it when they are living together below one roof or not.

Then again, this is one of the day when Lysithea can come to pick her up at the train station per usual, as a ‘guest’ bested her: Lysithea will sometimes forget that her workaholic tendency spells a bad omen, especially to her health. It might be those average cold because the season alternate between spring and summer, but if a virus made its way to her, she will need a longer time to recuperate.

Lysithea was adept on taking care of herself, but of course she knew that anyone else—especially Hilda—won’t be able to hide their worries. Too much worrying might become a nagging, but Lysithea was relieved every now and then to know that someone cares about her.

Hilda has been trying to call her since yesterday since Lysithea texted her that she was sick and couldn’t make it to pick her up. It’s not like she wanted to ignore the calls, she just can’t move too much to reach her phone when the call came. She is afraid to call Hilda in later time when she’s good enough to step out from bed and settle in the living room for quick food and medicine, afraid that the pinkette was busy at the moment that she might disturb her job rather than not.

“It is a fine Saturday too, Hilda may like it if we visit back the café for espresso before we got home …”

Lysithea mumbled to no one in particular.

Tucked in the warm sheets of the bed, she looked over to the curtain that she left half-open since two days ago when she was home with fever. The sunrays didn’t bother her, it provided more comfort than having to be using lamp around daytime. Her fever wasn’t that bad, the medicine helps so that she can take her rest, though sometimes the headache won’t leave so fast.

Since early in the morning, her head felt so heavy that she has yet to leave for a meal. Lysithea has timed inwardly that she won’t miss the medication as long as she can make it before noon, so she has been trying to build up strength while staying awake.

Her eyes peered to the wall clock. Hilda’s train would be around 8 PM per usual, then another half an hour by bus to reach their shared apartment. The day is still long until Lysithea can finally see Hilda again and the sick woman can’t help about it.

Their shared bed might not be so big, but it will feel empty if it’s only one of them alone sleeping on it.

Their rented apartment might only a single bedroom, clutters of their mixed belongings are everywhere that sometimes the space is cramped, but it will be awfully vacant as Lysithea tidied her stuff during her alone time.

Her phone has stopped buzzing since last night, perhaps she forgot on charging and it ran out of battery without her realizing it, creating a perfect silence bested the room.

Lysithea found herself rolling to the space where Hilda usually sleep. Hilda was one who’ll occupy all blanket sometimes as she slept messy, but Lysithea will find a way to wrestle it away – sometimes with a cost of Hilda hugging her instead in her sleep. It’s warmer that way anyway, Lysithea can’t complain.

It’s 9 AM. She can shut her eyes for another one hour before lunch.

By then, she heard a hurried unlock mechanism coming from their front door.

“Lys!”

That voice. Lysithea didn’t have to guess as the person showed up as quick as they came by the slightly ajar bedroom. Hilda was looking out of breath because of all the running, though Lysithea couldn’t lift her head for a better view. The pink is rather blurry, perhaps she’s one step on lulling to her slumber. She might have left her suitcase on the front door and maybe her shoes went to disarray as she hurried, but it is not the time for usual chiding.

Wait, wasn’t her train—

Lysithea couldn’t bring herself to ask as Hilda approached the side of bed, giving her a hug first and foremost. As much as Lysithea wanted to complain for Hilda to stay away so Lysithea won’t give out her germs, she relented. She missed Hilda.

“You okay? How’s the fever?” Hilda asked as she touched their foreheads together. Hilda’s was cooler than hers, it was soothing.

“Better, but sorry, I can’t answer your call.”

“No problem. At least I know from experience that you won’t be dying on me there.”

“Well,”

“Don’t make any self-depreciating joke or I’ll head-butt you instead.”

“Right.” She clammed up. Hilda removed herself from the bed, pulling the sheets up.

“Have you eaten yet? I can whip you porridge and help you with the meds,” Hilda snapped her fingers. “And, oh. I was from Fhirdiad. I bought you the signature Fhirdiad sweet caramel pudding. Surely it’s easy to ingest for your after-meal dessert.”

“Are, are you a goddess?”

Hilda snorted, “As much as I want to brag about myself, I’d save it for later when you can retort back~”

Chuckling, albeit weakly, Lysithea dismissed her, “Yeah, yeah.”

“Just go to sleep, darling. I’ll nurse you to health!”

“That’s … cheesy and embarrassing, but, yeah, okay.”




A porridge, doses of medicine and pudding later, Lysithea found herself being cuddled. Hilda has yet to change her clothes but she didn’t smell sweaty nor smoky from hitting the road. It was her own perfume blend, made with the same aroma oil that Lysithea remembered at their first encounter when Edelgard told her to be a sampler of Claude establishment’s service.

The wisteria provided to be calming, even so now, as Hilda silently watched her while holding her close.

“Wait, I should be the one who smells bad …” Lysithea pondered.

“I can wipe you later if you want.”

“Am I that smelly?”

“No, you didn’t?” Hilda said. “Perks at being static in aircon room, I guess?”

“Oh, that’s relieving.”

Hilda traced a circle with her hand on Lysithea’s back. Her smile was something that Hilda would wear over something nostalgic, a reminiscing smile. “Like, how long I’ve known you again to be accustomed with dealing your long-term sickness?”

“Sorry.”

“And for the love of God, you should stop apologizing for every time,” Hilda pouted.

“Sorry.”

“Not again.”

They laughed it off, anyway. Their nonsensical banter would always end with both of them laughing it off. They knew it was stupid, but they started and ended it all the while in a whim. Their laughter died not long. Lysithea relished on the soothing cold touches that Hilda provided every now and then, shuffling closer and lay her head on Hilda’s chest.

Lysithea might be taller but her thin frame and how she picked her heels would make her look smaller than how she is. Hilda, on the other hand, broad-shouldered with an ample amount of muscle mass. Perhaps it is one of her job requirement to stay in top shape and to be good-looking. Lysithea would find it hard to admit since it would only make Hilda glower, but yes, Hilda is really gorgeous. On the bed, though, the height difference would speak volume. Lysithea can envelop Hilda on her sleep but then Lysithea always feel that it is not enough comparison to Hilda since she’s so slim.

“Lys?”

Hilda ran her fingers along the snow white hair. Lysithea didn’t look up, rather, snaking her way up to meet the pinkette’s face once again.

“Can I kiss you?”

Lysithea was silent for a beat longer, “You wanted my germs so bad …?”

“No, I …” Hilda breathed. “I miss you.”

Hearing the soft voice, her heart churned. She could reply the same. She could narrate how vacant it was to be apart and how the fever made it even worst. She could tell she yearned for Hilda’s presence, how she is glad to have Hilda there. But then, Lysithea knew the line.

“But I’m—you’ll seriously get my germs.”

“I don’t mind,” Lysithea had expected Hilda would answer as such. “Idiots don’t get sick, remember?”

“You’re not an idiot.”

“Heh, so you’ll flirt more when you sick.” Hilda’s reply was half scoff.

“I’m—I’m not.”

The pinkette surrendered with a sigh, her shoulders slumped but her smile remained still. She gathered her arms around Lysithea’s waist, pressing closer, tangling closer. “Fine, I’ll wait until you’re healed; though you can’t use any excuse to stop me.”

Lysithea felt a rush of heat to her cheeks, but Hilda might not be able to discern it as a flush from fever or from an emotional blush, “It’s a deal.”