PUT A BOW ON IT

          curiosity questions ,  should such small gestures bring forth such delight to the climatologist ?  it seems CHILDISH ?  poor behaviour for an adult ,  she seemed .  does a natural knack for such a poetic innocence make up for her behaviour ?  can she be forgiven for such a thing ?  maybe not ;  but she only beg for the forgiveness .  for now ,  she INDULGES ,  her bright beams electric ;  only encouraging such praises for him .   ❛ i think you could find the time if you really wanted to ,  but you are right–– ❜    she nodded in understanding .   ❛ we have so little time now a days . ❜

          the recalling of such a finite amount of time in their world brings a solemn twitch to her nose ,  crinkled for just a moment`s time .  but she is QUICK to let the harden shell of ice melt ,  returning to the enthusiasm she is known for .  her ministrations were soft ,  each line fluid .  she lacked the precision to make her doodles ACCURATE representations of the real thing ,  but they were cute ,  if she could say so herself .    ❛ you can say that–––  i have nice memories with the plum blossoms of my home ,  it makes it hard to forget how to draw them . ❜    she nods ,  letting him take the marker  &&  the back of her bare hand .  ( one of the few days she keeps her gloves off and her casual attire on . )   ❛ please do ,  plum blossoms are beautiful .  they should be in BLOOM around this time of year . ❜

          she speaks ,  letting time guide his hand .  patience ,  she reminded herself .  but ..  as soon as the image of such a cute puppy came to view ,  the giggles spilled from her lips .   ❛ it’s very cute !!   you have a talent for drawing . ❜    she PRAISES .   ❛ do you have any more talents ,  hanzo ?? ❜    she pauses ,  to let him answer ,  but then quickly speaks again with a sheepish flush on her cheeks .   ❛ a - aside from archery ,  of course !!   the way you handle a bow is ameizing . ❜

  “ perhaps when our numbers increase, it will be easier to indulge in things we would like to do.” he responds with a soft nod, looking towards his art works - well, not quite art, they were mediocre at best. he’s sure that children could probably achieve better. but he does not feel the need to be so hard or judgemental of himself this time ; a habit he’d learned from youth and stuck to through most of his life. harshness for the sake of reaching ridiculous standards, yet he finds himself still leaning towards the tendency. before, it would ruin him - but now ? he was coping better. 

   it certainly helped to see the way the woman practically beamed, so happy and pleased to be enjoying something so small and simple. her enthusiasm was her strong point, along with her intelligence for sure. it was something to admire, for sure. especially if he’d spent so much of his life being so pessimistic. he felt he could learn something from her, see a new point of view. 

he even offers a smile at her words, and the expression still feels slightly foreign to him; he’s barely had a reason to smile in the past ten or so years after all. “ perhaps you could accompany me one day; i assume you’d know the best places to view them ? ” he asks, a branch out of his comfort zone, perhaps. but a step forward as well. 

he almost felt embarrassed as she giggled, but he held his poise well, capping the lid of the marker and letting it sit in his calloused fingers as he took in the puppy on her hand. not really sure what to do with it now, besides let it hang idle. 

he was about to speak, lips parted and poised, before she is speaking again, a fluster - perhaps - from interrupting him. but he takes it in stride, his empty hand lifting, open palmed, to show it was quite alright. “ hmm, it is hard to say.” he mused, because most of his life was fighting, training; archery and the like. he has barely branched out into other areas; though he has practice in some that perhaps could be considered hobbies. 

                            @stormbowed → ( x )

His lips are pulling further down into a frown, arms moving to cross in front of his chest as he looked to her, lips playful. he can see she wants to smile bigger but she’s holding back - something genji had been afflicted in, in his youth. “ I do not see why you need to know.” he huffs out; avoidance.

                  normally ( though she’d be loathed to admit it ),                   hana would put up a fight with his insistence.                   she’s a bit of a gossip – something she can                   chalk up to her age, and maybe lack of comm-                   unication with people the very same – and                   once her interest’s been piqued, there’s little                   anyone can do to change her mind.

                  so, she stands her ground, smirk still pulling at                   her lips as she shrugs. ❛ i mean, you could sa-                   me the same thing about lena, ❜ she starts,                   baiting him with the knowledge that more peo-                   ple are talking, ❛ but. here we are. stuck in a                   stalemate. ❜

@stormbowed

It wasn’t often that the demon had a place to rest, he cleaned his hands, gently rubbing them together after rinsing them off as well as he could in a puddle. Glancing around he sniffed the air knowing he was close. This dragon liked to horde treasure, so he’d take a shiny trinket or twelve, no one would miss them. He waited for the large beast to go out hunting, having maybe a window of twelve to twenty minutes he quickly scrambled up a tree, and went to the cliff that housed the dragons cave up above       He’d have to be swift, and quiet as possible as to not alert the dragon to something wrong just in case he returned, and began to search for the others shiny possessions. It didn’t take him long to locate the room they were in, and he began to slip things on. On his fingers, hands, arms, and tail. Even a small crown for his head.

      Giving a squeaking giggle he continued to work, before pausing one f his massive ears flicking up. Quietly he began to listen. Wing flaps, he was home already? Something must of happened. But he knew the other wouldn’t go without food, he’d leave again son, just… hoped he hid his scent with the wash well enough.

  he had gone out hunting, the rumbling of his belly never quite able to be forgotten. it was always a struggle to leave his home, his hoard. so many trinkets gathered over eons and eons of time. none of it yet stolen from his grasp. he had guarded it well; enough to make a name for himself in the area.     only the truly brave or stupid would dare cross his treasure; and not many had tried. the few that had, well - hanzo chuckles at the thought as he waits poised behind a few branches, glancing at his prey with cold, illuminated eyes - they were swiftly dealt with and lined the walls of his treasure chamber. warnings and trophies in one. 

  he would not expect anyone to steal his belongings yet, as he stalked around yet another meal he felt something in his gut twitch ; perhaps a instinct. something was amiss. something was not right and following that instinct he returned home - early. 

   he sliced through the air silently, only the slight breeze of his glowing strands of hair floating from his tail as it sliced through the air enough to show that he had approached. something seemed amiss, and yet as he tried to scent the air ; he smelt nothing. nothing out of the ordinary at least. 

  sorry for the lack of activity here, some days i...

*hugs* Sometimes it’s difficult to get moving, isn’t it?

             jubilant ,  she radiates with excitement for these miniscule doodles .  they meant almost NOTHING to some ,  but to her ;  she prides herself over them .  ( never would HANZO of all men do this ,  it was an honor . )  she hums  &&  takes a moment to commit them to memory .  take a picture of them later ,  mei - ling .  she reminds herself .   ❛ ah !!   i`m SURE you can draw other things ,  it just requires practice !! ❜    likewise ,  practice was necessary for every skill in life .  if it comes NATURALLY or not .   ❛ i had so many plum blossom trees around my home ,  i ended up drawing them every day .   even while studying . ❜    and as per example ,  she plucks the marker from him with a kind smile ,  &&  begins to doodle her interpretation of a plum blossom against his arm .

      it is heartwarming how such small gestures seem to light up mei-ling’s day, her face brightening. it’s enough to bring more of the smile on his face out. though at her words he merely shakes his head softly. she did have a point - and with practice he’s sure he could accomplish much ( as with all his other talents, it was hard work and practice that had won him his skills ) he finds in this case it may not be the case.      “ that may be true, however, i do not think i have the time to perfect such a craft.” he responded. they were all busy people - a world to save some may claim. he’s not sure if he could spend his days under a mid day sun, or perhaps sun down, drawing whatever his eye dawns on as practice.

    yet he listens, not allowing his bitter-sweetness to dampen her good mood. he laments that he did not appreciate the happiness of others, and while he may find some people’s cheerfulness to be too bright; too overbearing, it seemed that the climatologist’s brand was manageable; contagious, almost. 

    so he watched with a sense of gentle patience as she drew plum blossoms onto his arm, letting out a soft hum as it progressed. “ it seems you’ve had a lot of practice then. i digress, i have not seen all that many plum blossoms, but perhaps i shall endeavour to now. ” he’s been inspired to, perhaps.