“I thought I should make myself useful, darling,” said Hilda. “I’ve contracted a man to teach me black magic. He’s an awful bore, but needs must. Anyway, he says I’m a natural; I’ll have Ultima down by next week, I don’t doubt.”
“Brilliant,” said Cid, stifling a yawn, although the thought of his wife as a black mage was concerning: she was formidable enough already. Had he not been on the verge of sleep, he might have wondered why she had suddenly felt the need to learn such powers during peacetime; instead, he merely let himself drift off without question.
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n° 1 (archived from archiveofourown.org)
2021-05-30Oh my god, she would. Hilda rules. This is completely delightful and everything I could want in a drabble about this super quirky marriage. Black mage Hilda is an alarming prospect in the best way, and of course I love her breezy (lack of) explanation and the way she's timed it so Cid can't question her. Thank you so much!
n° 2 (archived from archiveofourown.org)
2021-05-30This is truly delightful, with excellent character voice. Hilda is a force of nature here, which is exactly as it should be.
although the thought of his wife as a black mage was concerning
You don’t know the half of it, Cid. :D
n° 3 (archived from archiveofourown.org)
2021-06-02Ohoho! I'd say Cid had better watch his step... only I know he doesn't. ;P
I really love how you've written Hilda here: formidable, but with perfect poise. And I love how she waits till Cid is almost asleep before telling him about her black magic. Such a great glimpse into their relationship!