Ok but I am not so secretly in love with crafting as quiet rebellion as a trope.
Like.
Here we have Hinata, who is told all her childhood she has two options: 1. Be the Hyuuga heiress, a powerful warrior, a dominant personality who controls and leads the clan, the person who whether by words or by fists forces her will upon others. 2. Be worthless.
And. In my fantasy dreamworld at least. Instead.
She knits scarves for people she loves.
She sits quietly.
She thinks about things.
She listens.
She gives her father a crocheted amigurumi doll of herself flipping him the bird.
be quiet.
be still.
be everything they want you to be until the moment you strike. there. right to the carotid artery.
be the shadow in the night. be the breeze on the sea.
move with grace and serenity.
strike with utmost gentleness.
mm, yes. hinata listened to her lessons.
here is how to be kunoichi.
here is how to be shinobi.
here is how to be hyūga.
be lovely and they will kiss your feet in thanks as you kill them.
yes. hinata listened.
she put a lake–still as a mirror, quiet as the grave–in her mind. learned to breathe through the impulse to shatter.
be everything they want you to be. be unseen. be invisible.
and she was. she became. she became so very good at it.
at being unseen.
less than a breeze. less than a shadow.
she learned how to touch with gentle hands. so gentle.
so soft as to lull you to sleep.
hush.
one day her father might look up to find her missing.
she wonders if her laughter will echo in the space she will leave behind.
hush.
she learned lullabies and decided to sing them for a softer kind of sleep. the kind you wake from.
be everything they want you to be until the moment you strike. there. right through the carotid artery.
there is no greater injury she could deal her father than to walk away.
We Are What We Feel 