#pleading emoji...

nzha ties a flower bracelet on wukong's wrist,, he made it of wildflowers. :<

        sometimes i think swk deserves nice things. // @inmiasma​​​​​​​​

texting symbols || [ open ] || @orderbourne

ღ for an affectionate text

@leechblades

“ Fyuga no have thoses... “

          ‘Family’ has never meant much to Fyuga. As a child born from the stars, and a child born without a formal father or mother figure, most of her life has been spent in isolation as well as surviving off nature alone, without dependency of either a mother or a father to help her learn or keep her safe. She’s almost always been expected to help herself-- and she’s more than capable of doing that.

          But seeing all kinds of mobians with family, as well as humans with family, does leave her wondering what having a mother, father, or even a brother or a sister would be like.

Examine! || [ closed ] || @onlyhorn

It’s yet another testament to its sentimental value how Sera keeps this short bow with her. Given how few things your scout kept on her person or held onto as you and the platoon travelled made it very unique. It was her first, the one that she had made for her as a child using money she scraped together fending for her family, the first symbol of her progress becoming the woman she was now. You know that Sera wants to blame herself for many of the things that happened as she was growing up, but you also know that being with her does well enough in stemming those thoughts. Pressing into them like a nagging mother wasn’t the way to keep Sera in the light. A firm smile. A gentle laugh. Attentiveness when she spoke. Showing that she very much mattered to you. Those were the gifts you gave her instead. That and being her friend. 

You weren’t very familiar with archery (though you are good at setting arrowheads on fire and aiding her in combat) but you knew that this shortbow was intended for target practice rather than hunting or combat. The low draw weight and draw distance made it perfectly suited for a girl earning how to shoot. Sera had two bows as a knight that were issued to her, one shortbow for scouting and skirmishes and she also had a fearsome longbow which was used in conjunction with wind magic for harrowing feats of sniping and artillery fire. But neither of those yet had the wear and loving use that this one did. 

The tips of the limbs were worn where the strings were tied, and even you could tell that it had seen its share of bowstrings over the years. You’d seen Sera prepare this one, and watching her wind the line herself, tying the strands together then straining the sinew until it was worked together... well. You’re not sure you’d call it therapeutic with how it worked her arms and back (yours hurt just watching the 100 sequential draws) but it was certainly impressive the lengths an archer went through to become close with their weaponry.

It makes you think of the mace you had crafted for you when you were formally knighted, an implement that worked in tandem with your fire magic and the terrifying power of your blessing. You had some sentimental value to it of course, but it paled in comparison to how Sera was close with the bow you held in your hands. Gods, even the grip felt like it had been worn down over time to perfectly fit her hand. Yours must feel so alien to it. Ah, wait, you’re holding it wrong aren’t you? When you wrap your fingers around something feels off. Perhaps you shouldn’t be messing with it so much? You wouldn’t want to hurt it and upset Sera. She’s kind with you, but even she probably has firm limits with something like this.

Setting it back with her things you smile, glad that you met her. Glad that you’re friends with her. Glad that you can put your- and by extension your other knight’s- trust in her hand, in her eye, and in her skill.