[ it's been a few days since marianne had holed herself up in her room with nothing but a quick text to hilda telling her where she'd be. despite being unprepared for the changes brought about by sanguis, she was glad she'd decided to do so; it's been a rough time, but she'd expected that after reading some posts on the network. she just didn't think how all-encompassing those changes could be.
at the very least, she didn't want to put hilda and the others at risk, and that was enough for her.
it's on her last day when she finally messages her again, now that she's regained the use of her hands, responding to the latest update of prisma bachelor and remainder. the girl she'd been rooting for didn't get the rose, but that's fine; she thanks hilda for watching the duchess while she was away and puts her device down, rubbing at tired eyes before getting up to wash her face. she has a feeling hilda may want to come by and she'd rather not look like she hadn't slept very much for the past few days, almost looking like how she did during their academy days. ]
[Hilda respects Marianne's boundaries; like, that simple text ensured that she didn't go a-knockin' on Marianne's door, even if she wasn't exactly thrilled about it—and even if she did, you know. Find a way around it by sending Marianne text after text, blabbering on about this or that. Normal things! Friendly things, because Hilda has been in this world long enough to know how some things work. Her own changes are easy, harmless; others, however, have a far more difficult time, and for Marianne...
...Well. Hilda is at brunch when she receives Marianne's first response, and let it be known that, while she typically enjoys a leisurely brunch, she hurries through the rest of the meal. If Marianne is responding, than Marianne is possibly available for visitors—and so Hilda needs to zip home after making one (1) quick stop. It's important.
And it doesn't take too long, all things considered, so soon she's finally doing what she's been dying to do all week: a-knockin' on Marianne's door with one hand, a small, pink, ribbon-adorned box held in the other.]
Marianne? It's just me! [A beat, and then, because Hilda is Hilda (and because Hilda knows that Marianne is HERE):] You're not going to leave me standing out here, are you? I have something for you—and they're so much better when they're fresh.
[ and just as marianne suspects, hilda is there a-knockin' just as she finishes up in the bathroom, drying her face and hands quickly before going to answer the door. ]
Hilda, [ her expression lightens considerably despite her tiredness, and she manages a small smile, stepping aside to let the other girl in. ] Sorry for making you wait.
[ her apartment is thankfully not as dark as it was for the past couple of days; marianne had the foresight to open the curtains and windows to let in some fresh air, and if it weren't for how haggard she looks, no one would suspect that she'd been living as a wolf. there's still remnants of that though: the furry ears on her head and the longer canines that prick her lip if she's not careful; the heightened sense of smell that picks up on the box in hilda's hand. she doesn't know what's in it exactly, but hilda always knows exactly how to cheer her up without her even needing to say anything. ]
You didn't have to get me anything, but thank you for coming by. Um... I can make some tea, if you'd like?
[Is it rude to stare at someone's ears? Is it? Hilda honestly doesn't know, which is why, after offering Marianne a sunny smile when the door is opened—because it's always so good to see her, even if they've only been apart a few days—her eyes dart right up to those wonderfully pointy ears. Ah. Well. That explains that, she thinks, even if it raises fifty other questions in the process.
And then her eyes drift down to the bags beneath Marianne's eyes, to those fangs, and oh, maybe it's better if she all but breezes into Marianne's apartment before saying something so silly even she'll regret it.]
Maybe I didn't have to, [she says, airily, as she spins about to once again face Marianne,] but I wanted to.
[She was worried?? Maybe?? Don't @ her. Speaking of wants, however—]
Do you want tea? You do look like you need it... [Just, you know. One of those surprisingly blunt Hilda-isms, but after studying Marianne's face for a moment longer (fangs?), she holds out that little pink box.] But—here! Open this first, and then see how you feel.
[It's a rather inconspicuous-looking box, but whenever Marianne undoes the ribbon and lifts the lid—ta-da! A dozen or so rose-shaped macarons, because while it is a tragedy that Marianne missed The Show, Hilda has done her best to bring The Show to Marianne.]
[ just one of her hilda-isms, that marianne actually appreciates at the moment? if only because it feels so hilda and so natural; she's missed hanging around her for the past few days even if her phone did get blown up by texts. not having hilda here in person just isn't the same.
so she just laughs a little, sheepish but fond all the same. ]
Mm, I'll put some on then.
[ this is no rose petal blend, sorry, but she does have some mint tea! hopefully an acceptable compromise. and while she waits for the water to boil, she'll carefully take that box with a quiet thank you and open it. ]
This is... [ she goes quiet for a second, a little stunned by the gesture—by the fact that hilda bothered to trouble herself like this at all, and the context of it. and if she's getting a little misty eyed, please don't @ her ok. ] Oh, Hilda.
[Hilda follows Marianne into the kitchen (why do ALL of our threads take place in a kitchen, ame, riddle me this), humming as she does so... because it really is just nice to see Marianne again? Oh, Lorenz is wonderful, and Claude is a dear, but Marianne is just special, in her quiet way. Being together is nice, even when being together involves Hilda, like, propping a hip against the kitchen counter, simply watching Marianne put some water on for tea.
And then watching Marianne open her treat, of course, because Hilda is eager to see her reaction—and ah, but it doesn't disappoint in the slightest. Marianne is always cute? Hilda will argue over Marianne's cuteness any day of the week, but there's always something so nice about seeing her happy over the smallest gifts. It's fun to give her these little things... Hilda's heart swells each and every time...]
I just ate, but... [A dramatique sigh.] Oh, how can I say no to that face! Of course I will.
[Don't cry, Marianne! She'll come over and wipe away those tears, don't test her—but for now she settles for a wink.]
Besides, everything tastes better with friends, right?
[Remember that line?? Ancient history at this point, and yet.]
[ we've had two (2) kitchen threads so far including this one okay do not @ me. but yes, she does indeed remember that line, how could she not? ]
I suppose this time you're the one giving me sweets instead.
[ but then, hilda knows she can come to marianne for anything... even if she's had to rely on hilda and lorenz at first. but marianne is determined to find her footing, if only so that she can try to contribute. finding a job has helped a little, at least; she'll just have to find a way to do something nice in return.
but before that, tea time. ]
Then, maybe we can have half of them and save the rest for next time? [ hey, look at her, planning ahead. ] I think they should be able to keep for a few days.
[Hilda did indeed do the legwork this time! It's amazing what the thought of Marianne's smile can spur her to actually do—but yes, yes. Tea time.]
That sounds perfect.
[A bright smile, then, before Hilda turns to rummage through one of Marianne's cupboards without even bothering to ask. Something, something, friendship. They need a plate for these macarons; as she raises up on her tiptoes, making a grab for the perfectly sized platter, she's just doing her part.]
I always like spending time with you, [she says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world—because it should be.] I mean, Lorenz and Claude are fun, but it's better when we're together. And I was worried about you.
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idk like 5/5 or something
at the very least, she didn't want to put hilda and the others at risk, and that was enough for her.
it's on her last day when she finally messages her again, now that she's regained the use of her hands, responding to the latest update of prisma bachelor and remainder. the girl she'd been rooting for didn't get the rose, but that's fine; she thanks hilda for watching the duchess while she was away and puts her device down, rubbing at tired eyes before getting up to wash her face. she has a feeling hilda may want to come by and she'd rather not look like she hadn't slept very much for the past few days, almost looking like how she did during their academy days. ]
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...Well. Hilda is at brunch when she receives Marianne's first response, and let it be known that, while she typically enjoys a leisurely brunch, she hurries through the rest of the meal. If Marianne is responding, than Marianne is possibly available for visitors—and so Hilda needs to zip home after making one (1) quick stop. It's important.
And it doesn't take too long, all things considered, so soon she's finally doing what she's been dying to do all week: a-knockin' on Marianne's door with one hand, a small, pink, ribbon-adorned box held in the other.]
Marianne? It's just me! [A beat, and then, because Hilda is Hilda (and because Hilda knows that Marianne is HERE):] You're not going to leave me standing out here, are you? I have something for you—and they're so much better when they're fresh.
[Let her bribe you to check up on you, ma'am. :/]
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Hilda, [ her expression lightens considerably despite her tiredness, and she manages a small smile, stepping aside to let the other girl in. ] Sorry for making you wait.
[ her apartment is thankfully not as dark as it was for the past couple of days; marianne had the foresight to open the curtains and windows to let in some fresh air, and if it weren't for how haggard she looks, no one would suspect that she'd been living as a wolf. there's still remnants of that though: the furry ears on her head and the longer canines that prick her lip if she's not careful; the heightened sense of smell that picks up on the box in hilda's hand. she doesn't know what's in it exactly, but hilda always knows exactly how to cheer her up without her even needing to say anything. ]
You didn't have to get me anything, but thank you for coming by. Um... I can make some tea, if you'd like?
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And then her eyes drift down to the bags beneath Marianne's eyes, to those fangs, and oh, maybe it's better if she all but breezes into Marianne's apartment before saying something so silly even she'll regret it.]
Maybe I didn't have to, [she says, airily, as she spins about to once again face Marianne,] but I wanted to.
[She was worried?? Maybe?? Don't @ her. Speaking of wants, however—]
Do you want tea? You do look like you need it... [Just, you know. One of those surprisingly blunt Hilda-isms, but after studying Marianne's face for a moment longer (fangs?), she holds out that little pink box.] But—here! Open this first, and then see how you feel.
[It's a rather inconspicuous-looking box, but whenever Marianne undoes the ribbon and lifts the lid—ta-da! A dozen or so rose-shaped macarons, because while it is a tragedy that Marianne missed The Show, Hilda has done her best to bring The Show to Marianne.]
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so she just laughs a little, sheepish but fond all the same. ]
Mm, I'll put some on then.
[ this is no rose petal blend, sorry, but she does have some mint tea! hopefully an acceptable compromise. and while she waits for the water to boil, she'll carefully take that box with a quiet thank you and open it. ]
This is... [ she goes quiet for a second, a little stunned by the gesture—by the fact that hilda bothered to trouble herself like this at all, and the context of it. and if she's getting a little misty eyed, please don't @ her ok. ] Oh, Hilda.
[ hilda! she's going to cry. this is so sweet?? ]
You'll share this with me, won't you?
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And then watching Marianne open her treat, of course, because Hilda is eager to see her reaction—and ah, but it doesn't disappoint in the slightest. Marianne is always cute? Hilda will argue over Marianne's cuteness any day of the week, but there's always something so nice about seeing her happy over the smallest gifts. It's fun to give her these little things... Hilda's heart swells each and every time...]
I just ate, but... [A dramatique sigh.] Oh, how can I say no to that face! Of course I will.
[Don't cry, Marianne! She'll come over and wipe away those tears, don't test her—but for now she settles for a wink.]
Besides, everything tastes better with friends, right?
[Remember that line?? Ancient history at this point, and yet.]
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I suppose this time you're the one giving me sweets instead.
[ but then, hilda knows she can come to marianne for anything... even if she's had to rely on hilda and lorenz at first. but marianne is determined to find her footing, if only so that she can try to contribute. finding a job has helped a little, at least; she'll just have to find a way to do something nice in return.
but before that, tea time. ]
Then, maybe we can have half of them and save the rest for next time? [ hey, look at her, planning ahead. ] I think they should be able to keep for a few days.
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That sounds perfect.
[A bright smile, then, before Hilda turns to rummage through one of Marianne's cupboards without even bothering to ask. Something, something, friendship. They need a plate for these macarons; as she raises up on her tiptoes, making a grab for the perfectly sized platter, she's just doing her part.]
I always like spending time with you, [she says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world—because it should be.] I mean, Lorenz and Claude are fun, but it's better when we're together. And I was worried about you.
[She's just sayin'.]