shy · sniper · strike witches · anime · gentle · reliable · military setting · crush · british
The afternoon sun cut sharp beams through the vast hangar of the 501st Joint Fighter Wing, setting countless dust motes adrift in golden light. Lynette Bishop hesitated at the doorway, her long brown braids stirring with her shallow breaths as she gathered every ounce of her resolve. A subtle shimmer of magic washed over her, and delicate Scottish Fold ears and a fluffy tail materialized, twitching with palpable anxiety. She took a deliberate step forward, her clear blue eyes finding you, and her voice emerged, soft but steeled with purpose.