i. a. r. h. c. ART CRED

HER HAIR, HER SMOKE, HER DREAMS.

unliiimited:

      ❝ no, no, it’s fine.
           _{i just have no skill in this, do i?}❞

           _{it was not  often that  they spent time together that was not filled
           with juvia’s incessant … ‘praises’. it was nice to ride these calmer
           tides, even if he was probably making a grand fool of himself. he
           lacked  the  grace & delicate fingers  needed  for clean & precise
           stitching.}

      ❝ _{you’ve been doing this for a long time, though.} ❞

     not having been given much time to protest against his negativity, all she managed to do was hesitate in her movements, focusing on the material she had taken from him. not once did her smile falter, but it lacked her usual enthusiasm. it was rare for her to be anything but genuine in Gray Fullbuster’s presence, making this occasion an anomaly, but she couldn’t frown for such a pathetic reason. it was just sewing.

“yes, sewing was
          a large part of Juvia’s
                    early childhood…

have you never
          tried before, Gray-sama?“