Thank you, everyone, for the birthday wishes, the gifs, the art (KAMI I LOVE YOU). It was so touching. You are all amazing.
Blood On the CalamusIt was the hardest part, keeping them clean. The feathers had a way of holding onto odor, and it forever bothered him, sometimes to distraction. The new ones were free from the wear and tear and smells, but the the plucking had left behind smudges which had to be cleaned away, one shimmering green and purple variegated feather at a time. The sheen under the ever-present candlelight had an almost calming effect as he very gently washed each calamus, having care not to wet the actual vane, then laid them gently back into the small chest where he'd been keeping them while he collected them. It had taken months, but he finally had enough.Blood On the Calamus by ~OuyangDan
The process was tedious, but the concentration soothed his mind, and made him focus enough that Justice stayed quiet. For now.
He watched Del change. Muscled shoulders slipping into her housecoat, dark hair hanging loose down her back. She turned just enough that her bright blue eyes caught his gaze for just a moment. The smile that ghosted her face was s
Then They Go To HiveIt was Brunhilde who came to see her when she should have been abed and not pacing the halls endlessly. Brunhilde who was a wonder to behold in combat. Brunhilde who was nearly perpetual motion of blonde braids and glints of sunlight off of steel. Long arches that made the sword an extension of her well-muscled arms. Brunhilde who pushed her to learn faster and left little room for mistakes. There was no room for excuses amongst the shieldmaidens.Then They Go To Hive by ~OuyangDan
For all her sternness, it was also Brunhilde who had taken her under her wing and treated her as a sister.
"Sif you should retire to your bed." Her bright blue eyes pierced Sif with a fierceness she recognised in her own reflection.
"I am a shieldmaiden of Asgard. I will not be brought to my knees by such a malady." She braced her hands against her lower back as she gazed out over the garden, bouncing with every step.
Brunhilde snorted and strode to Sif's side. "Do you think bearing children is an easy feat? As many women have died in such ma
Not to Put Too Fine A Point On ItThe sun filtered through the tall trees of the private garden, dappling the ground with a shimmer of gold which flickered with every breeze, and blew strands of Sif's similarly coloured hair into her eyes. It carried that quiet which made her uneasy in her stillness. She rolled her shoulders, smoothed her hair back into her tight ponytail, and let out a long breath.Not to Put Too Fine A Point On It by ~OuyangDan
Archery was hardly her favorite. She was skilled enough that should could teach it to Loki, though he quickly passed her in skill. She trained her eyes down, focusing on the target, and curled fingers around the riser. She loosed the arrow, striking the target — but only barely. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to abate her aggravation.
"Fair shot, my lady Sif." Loki released his next, striking just off the center. To his credit he didn't look too smug at this, and to hers, she took it with good grace.
"You do not need to assuage my ego, my prince. Should you wish to switch to blades I bel