#8 hilda/lys

Prompt: #8 Frail
Hilda/Lys



Hilda always liked a chance to have a little nap, though maybe the tight war schedules and Claude bossing her around had her completely robbed her of it. A little nap also proves to be a great way of resting, aside lounging around or stretching, so she believed. The pinkette also enjoy her nap with a company; she would ask any girl, though mostly the Golden Deer girls will say no.

Well, she was able to actually coax an ever-uptight Lysithea in, once and twice and until she finally unable to refuse.

“What, napping again? It can’t be helped, huh. Just for an hour, okay?”

Lysithea’s stance would sound like that, and Hilda will pull the taller girl to her bear hug before thanking, then guiding the snow white-haired young lady to her humble room.

At times, though, Hilda was not used with Lysithea’s growth spurt, as now the little girl already grown past her. She’d find it especially jarring on the bed, since now both of them are absent from their heeled boots. Lysithea wore shorter soles than hers, her petite figure would make her look small, while it wasn’t actually the case.

Her plump cheeks now transformed to more refined, perfectly-sculpted curve. Though Lysithea might be scowling a lot, her smile would always be brimming with such vibrancy that Hilda can’t really explain. Perhaps it’s in her shape of lips. Perhaps it’s in her nose to chin ratio.

Lysithea is indeed charming, just like how Hilda had expected to be five years ago. She is growing to be a prim and proper lady. And there’s still more years for her to grow even more … enthralling than this.

“… Why are you staring at me like that?”

Lysithea’s words perhaps coated with venom, but her expression tells not. Her smile was small, a compact one, accompanied by a tint on her pale cheeks. They were on the bed, looking at each other, neither are closing their eyes to ready on sleeping.

To be honest, Hilda was at lost to comment. Lysithea is a bit hard to predict. Not to mention, she smells so good. It is as if Hilda had tricked herself for asking a wrong person to accompany with her napping.

[Of how many times she is feeling so frail, why it has to be now?; Hilda held her question as she traced on Lysithea's lips, and the latter reciprocated with better, yet expected vigor.]