hydrangeatattoo

[hydrangeatattoo]

i'm rewriting a few scenes from Golden Dawn's earlier chapters (yeah i know i should write new chapters, but the old ones have been bothering me for a while) and I'm chuckling at how claude teases/accuses dimitri of being too proud to accept/ask for help while he's at least as bad as dimitri (well, that's how i write him lol)

3 claude+hilda scenes in which claude refuses to be comforted (all from golden dawn's past chapters):

 It started at breakfast, with Hilda: “You look awful. I guess things didn’t go very well yesterday, then?” she asked as she laid her tray of food in the place just in front of him. Claude didn’t think he looked that bad when he got ready for the day. It was just one sleepless night, it was not like he didn’t pull all nighters every now and then to finish an essay, a book or an experiment. So he went with that excuse. “My life doesn’t revolve around him, Hilda,” he replied, and it felt like he was also trying to convince himself of it. “I was engrossed in this book, and when I noticed, it was already morning.” Hilda watched him neutrally as she sipped from her tea cup with all the grace of a noble girl. “If you say so,” she said finally with a small smile as she set her cup down. Then, she discreetly reached for his hand and held it gently. For a moment, Claude only stared at her small delicate hand over his own with raised eyebrows. The girl finally continued in a soft voice, “If you want to talk, I’m here. I hope you know I’d never go around spilling your secrets. You are my friend.” “Right. I think you put too much sugar in your tea,” he replied flippantly. She glared at him and released his hand, her attention back a her meal.

number 2:

Something strange happened then. With each step he took in the direction of his own room, his heart beat faster, his breathing became shorter and his vision seemed to tunnel to the point he just stood there, bracing against his door, hoping he wouldn’t faint. He tried to focus on the feeling of sweat dripping down his temple, of the key he was gripping tightly enough to be painful. “Claude?” He flinched at the same second he recognized the voice calling over his shoulder. It was Hilda. Of course she would follow him. If he was even close to his usual self, he would have noticed it earlier. “Are you… all right?” She asked. “Yeah,” he replied, still bracing against the door, “a bit tired.” “Are you sure? You aren’t hurt, are you?” “No, I’m fine,” he lied. Claude was not fine. He had known it would deeply upset Dimitri if he found out how much Claude had failed to tell him, but nothing would have prepared him for the screaming, the insults and the threats. And then there was Edelgard, the true schemer of them all, leaving Claude with a challenge she knew he had no hope of resolving on his own. “What happened, Claude?” Hilda insisted, sounding worried. At that point he had gathered enough strength to turn and face his friend. She was frowning, holding both hands over her heart. “Believe me, you don’t want to know,” Claude told her and offered her the key to his room. “Can you do me a favor and open the door for me?” Claude didn’t tell her that he couldn’t do it himself because his hands were shaking, but he knew that she knew.

and number 3:

The door opened suddenly then. He flinched, but didn’t move from his place over the rug, only rubbed his thumb and index finger over his eyes quickly and discreetly.  “What are you doing?” Claude heard Hilda ask. “Thinking,” he replied as he quickly stood up to face her. She looked even more concerned, if that was possible. “Claude…” she started and opened her arms as if to embrace him. He immediately backtracked, his hands raised in a defensive manner. “No hugging,” he told her firmly. Claude knew that he was as good as gone if he let her hold him. “You know… you can be sad. In fact, it’s better than watching you overwork yourself to death.” “I don’t have time to be sad,” he retorted simply. She sighed in frustration – like Claude was her teenage son she didn’t know how to discipline any more. “Will you at least tell me what you are scheming? Or is it a surprise?” “I will tell you what you need to know,” he proposed instead. Again, Hilda sighed in frustration. “Why are you like this?” “Probably… bad parenting, early experiences with rejection and betrayal, masculinity issues… sexuality issues… the usual stuff I guess,” he replied and the grin came easily. “Anyway, I’m going to Garreg Mach. I want you to stay here in Derdriu, holding the fort.”

[hydrangeatattoo]

the greatest

[hydrangeatattoo]

The world needs more Khalid and Cyril brotherism in it

agreed!!!

[hydrangeatattoo]

Belated lunar new year pics, from 2022 and 2023!

[hydrangeatattoo]

i miss my wife, tails

[hydrangeatattoo]

Huevember 13-15: Royalty

[hydrangeatattoo]

yuri dimiclaude lollllll

[hydrangeatattoo]

Fire Emblem Three Houses!!

[hydrangeatattoo]

Speak less than thou knowest

[hydrangeatattoo]

A little preview of my piece for @enchantedzine

[hydrangeatattoo]

you needed somebody

baby put it on me

i can be that body

[hydrangeatattoo]

💙💛 Commission by Junne♡

[hydrangeatattoo]

just saw a fanfic on ao3 have a dedication for chatgpt... that section is meant for your horny perverted mutual who proofread your work, you violated sacred law and you will be torn apart and laid bare btw

[hydrangeatattoo]

Y'all its been so long since I've drawn Three Houses, this made me so happy, I missed my kids. A late happy timeskip!

[hydrangeatattoo]

i want your midnights

fire emblem three houses

sylvain/claude

rated E

11.8k, complete

written for the Ruined Sky, Fallen Star anthology

[hydrangeatattoo]

💙💛 Commission by Rain🍀

[hydrangeatattoo]

Late-- I loved so many Alva moments in the Ep.5 Stageplay episodes 🥹🤲💖 laughed so hard in the Special