#1 hilda/lys short

Prompt: Ring.
Hilda/Lysithea

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At the time Hilda told her to stay still, Lysithea felt herself getting more jittery.

It was a quiet afternoon by the dining hall of Garreg Mach Monastery, Lysithea just finished a portion of Peach Sorbet, wanting to get another one, when Hilda suddenly interrupted her personal space, asking for her hand. Lysithea blinked, she was sure Hilda was out this morning with Claude and Lorenz to go to Goneril territory and met with her brother Holst. The day hasn’t ended yet and the pinkette is back, her words and gesture meant business.

Lysithea would automatically pull her fingers if Hilda produced a paint for her nails like that one time Hilda ever approached her on her table, turned out, she is only working with a single thread, looping it on her ring finger.

By then, Lysithea thought that Hilda is simply Hilda, wanting to open up her teasing trap a bit later, but then she was silent. Her hand still clasped on Lysithea’s. She wanted another batch of sweetness to this awkwardness.

“How come you are not reacting?” Hilda suddenly shot up, she was exasperated of something, to the point Lysithea only replied with a blank stare, confused.

“Reacting to what? To you intruding my me time with my sweets?”

“Oh, God. Who taught you to be this dense?” she was aghast. Finally, she removed her hand. The string she used to loop on her ring finger is still in shape. “I did ask Claude-kun when you’re off guard, but to think you are this oblivious…”

Lysithea scrunched her forehead, puzzled beyond doubt. Hilda was strange today, or she is actually the strange one. It has been quite usual for the pinkette to pop up outta nowhere and suddenly whine about something, or just commenting on random stuff like how the gatekeeper is wearing his helmet with a bad angle, or just sample on someone’s food, eventually jumping when it tasted good.

Hilda sighed, then she produced another stuff from her pocket; several small, rounded translucent stuffs. It took her hands to work about what it feels like ten minutes, and the string that once colorless and bleak, transformed to a bead ring. Hilda still had the same troubled look on her face as Lysithea watched at her until she is finished, requesting for the white-haired woman’s hand again.

“Here,” the pinkette wore it on Lysithea’s ring finger. Right ring finger, to be exact. The same spot she used to tie the string from earlier. “Now that I know your ring size, it shouldn’t be hard for me once I make the better one later.”

Suddenly, everything just clicks. Perhaps it us the sweets that slow down her system. Or she really is just … unbelievable. Hilda spared her a pout as she might spot the redness blooming on her cheeks now.

“Mou,” Lysithea couldn’t help but to squeeze Hilda’s fingers, urging her to stay instead of her possible technical retreat. “Now I’m embarrassed.”

“Me too.”

“Just … look forward for the real one, okay?”

“S-Sure thing.”