#stellarpcths

[shrineofprophecy]

@stellarpcths ; ask answered

“where is the stool…? oof! if only i was two centimeters taller!” // for Serval from Lynx

Serval couldn't help but chuckle at her adorable sister. She really was the cutest, younger sibling she had.

"If you eat properly, you'll grow those two centimeters in no time. Just look at me and Gepard." She placed the screwdriver in her hand on the desk and walked over to Lynx' side before draping her arms over her shoulder, pulling her into a hug.

"But I like it more when you're like this. It's the perfect hugging size!" She laughed fondly before ultimately letting her go, being done teasing her for now. "Alright, alright, what is it you need?"

[shrineofprophecy]

@stellarpcths ; ask answered

i can handle it. // from Lynx!

Screwdriver in her right hand and her black glasses on, she was working on fixing the little heater that her younger sister carried around on her travels. It would probably last long enough but one couldn't be sure enough. Even if an avalanche were to happen, she had to be able to survive long enough.

"I know you can but I can't handle it if something were to happen to you." With the last screw tight, Serval turned the heater on for testing and the warmth was spreading into the room. "Besides, we haven't done a gig in a while. We might lose our touch if we don't hold a concert soon. I've even written a new song for us to play and I can't do it without my precious keyboard player."

The heater was turned back off and her glasses were placed on the desk. She always had to check all of Lynx' equipment because she couldn't bear it if something easily preventable were to happen. As much as she supported her adventures, she worried about her safety just as much.

[glaciialbeauty--a]

   starter call : @stellarpcths   Startled from her daydreaming stupor by an approaching figure, the young woman jolts. Instinct kicks in, arms moving to bat them away before she realizes just who is nearing. Irritated breath falls from parted lips, though her tense posture relaxes once she recognizes Sampo. March hisses—    ❝ Don’t startle me like that! ❞

[victoryreport]

   starter call : @stellarpcths   ❝ Are you looking for your brother? He’s not here right now. He just left a short while ago for patrol. ❞  It’s difficult for her to recall a time when he wasn’t working, truthfully. He’s dedicated to the job, that’s for certain.   ❝ I’m getting off in five minutes if you want to hang out for a while though! ❞

[glaciialbeauty--a]

  starter call : @stellarpcths  Entirely too captivated by the screen of her phone, March has stopped paying attention to her surroundings, and even less mind to the people around her, wholly focused on the message she’s sending. That is until she collides squarely against another body, tethering her back to reality. The apologies are quick to form—

  ❝I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention, I— Oh. It’s just you. ❞

  She couldn’t have sounded less disappointed even if she tried.

[victoryreport]

  @stellarpcths  It’s not the first time he’s shown up at the door to her clinic, tail tucked between his legs with a wound that needed tending to, and truthfully, Natasha believes it won’t be the last either. She’s seated adjacent to the bed, diligently wrapping the injury as required. If she tugs the wrap a little too roughly, well, she’ll not acknowledge it. 

  ❝ I’ve warned you time and time again to be careful... ❞  She admonishes, lips curved downward ever slight.  ❝ What happened this time? ❞