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RP / art blog for Fiora Laurent. NSFW will be present.

[flawlessriposte]

Lays head on shoulder.

Kisses the top of her head before resting her cheek against it. “Hmm?”

[jsyndra]

“For what? I can only wonder.” Syndra answered, her own hand met Fiora’s cheek and ran along it ever so lightly. She soon opted to slip herself into Fiora’s lap, seeing no reason not to at this point; the obvious option given how close they were already.

[flawlessriposte]

“To be surprised.” Came the simple answer, any kind of elaboration discarded as Fiora relished the brush of fingers along her face. Gentle tingles brushed against her skin with their new closeness. An arm wrapped snugly around Syndra’s waist as she leaned her head down slightly, lips pressing against the mage’s collarbone.

[flawlessriposte]

Lays head on shoulder.

Kisses the top of her head before resting her cheek against it. “Hmm?”

[jsyndra]

Presses her own lips to Fiora’s shoulder in response, lips pulled in a soft smirk. “Mm?”

[flawlessriposte]

 Fiora let out a short chuckle. Her hand caught the mage’s chin between index and thumb, tilting her lover’s face upwards for a kiss. “So it’s like that, hm?” she teased. 

[jsyndra]

“Isn’t it always?” Syndra retorted, ruby stained lips pressed softly to Fiora’s own. “Are you surprised?” She then added, lavender hues watching Fiora’s features with a known fondness.

[flawlessriposte]

Fiora smiled, her gaze meeting the other’s for a brief moment before snaking down to where her hand had busied itself, her thumb tracing a gentle path along Syndra’s bottom lip. “No. But I’m still waiting.”

[flawlessriposte]

Lays head on shoulder.

Kisses the top of her head before resting her cheek against it. “Hmm?”

[jsyndra]

Presses her own lips to Fiora’s shoulder in response, lips pulled in a soft smirk. “Mm?”

[flawlessriposte]

 Fiora let out a short chuckle. Her hand caught the mage’s chin between index and thumb, tilting her lover’s face upwards for a kiss. “So it’s like that, hm?” she teased. 

[flawlessriposte]

Lays head on shoulder.

Kisses the top of her head before resting her cheek against it. “Hmm?”

[flawlessriposte]

[flawlessriposte]

[flawlessriposte]

5 years ago smh

[jsyndra]

Someone kiss Syndra......

[flawlessriposte]

[flawlessriposte]

[virtuous-dignity]

Yes! The lightbugs were extremely cute and she was glad Fiora thought so! It was all so gorgeous and cute and wonderful! She did not have the chance to nod and emphasize her agreement with the sentiment before the woman turned away, so she only pouted a bit instead and turned her head towards the fountain and the gurgling water.

She shifts at the touch of a hand to her shoulder, staring at the fireflies with just as much awe as ever. She feels the same with just the little lights that grace them both, they have put stars in her eyes without a doubt. She feels almost as if she is walking through space itself, as if Fiora has brought the stars down to play.

She glances back in the direction of the party, shrugging gently with a smile still on her face. She could not imagine, as she never would have stayed. And yet, she felt that she would want to share this joy with others… as much as she felt she should not reveal Fiora’s secret hideout. Would they even appreciate it? Or would they be so loud as to scare it all away?

When a hand floats to her waist, however, her eyes open wide. Dance? Me?! She could! But should she? Her fingers squeeze against Fiora’s, staring at the other with only fireflies for light, then nods emphatically. Why was she hesitating, Fiora was offering and was a good person! There was nothing for Sona to be scared of, she would love to dance! Absolutely she wants to dance! She moves her waist into Fiora’s hand and puts her free hand on the taller woman’s shoulder, wiggling slightly in excitement.

She hadn’t realized until Fiora had suggested this little escapade just how much she had been missing. How much she had been giving up for her goals. It was easy to forget what friends were like. This… This was nice. It was good. Her heart and smile swell as she flicks her head to the side, tossing her bangs clear of her eyes.

[flawlessriposte]

Without a moment’s notice, Fiora began to lead. It was easy enough to do so, having spent countless tiresome hours being put through the paces of ballroom etiquette by her mother. Training that she would then turn into amusing distraction for the maids of the house, teaching them her steps while leading them. Their bubbly laughter echoed through her mind as she twirled, her steps crisp and precise. Sona was light on her feet, though from the get go she had given Fiora the impression of a naturally graceful individual.

The music took a spritely turn, as did their dance. Fiora took many liberties she might not otherwise have deigned to, giving her partner a spin here and there. It somehow felt like they had danced together for years. Fiora’s laugh rang out as they continued, dying down to a soft chuckle as the song ended. She blew upwards, dislodging a firefly from its place of pride on her bangs before looking at Sona with an amused expression. “The course of this night has made nothing short of a miraculous turnaround, I would dare say.” she remarked as she walked them over to the fountain once more, their hands remaining interlocked as she sat down, inviting Sona to join her. “Have you also danced since you were young?”

[jsyndra]

Runs a hand along her thigh.

In the middle of a formal party like this? Fiora was getting her back for last time. Syndra intertwined her fingers in Fiora’s own, continuing her conversation at the small table. Demacian Noble weddings were certainly boring, so she was not… Completely adverse to the action, nudging Fiora lightly with her knee in response.

[flawlessriposte]

“Me? A little.” she replied, her free hand teasing out a soft, sustained note from the glass as her finger slowly traversed its rim. “Demacian wine does have its merits, but you know it doesn’t really do it for me.” She stretched her hand that remained in Syndra’s grasp, her fingers extending outwards before closing around her lover’s once more. “And yourself? Is there anything I can get for you?” she asked in return, leaning back to mirror the mage, her small smile ever present. 

[jsyndra]

Runs a hand along her thigh.

In the middle of a formal party like this? Fiora was getting her back for last time. Syndra intertwined her fingers in Fiora’s own, continuing her conversation at the small table. Demacian Noble weddings were certainly boring, so she was not… Completely adverse to the action, nudging Fiora lightly with her knee in response.

[flawlessriposte]

In response to the side glance, Fiora simply raised her eyebrow with a slight tilt of her head, feigning innocence. The rippling tingle that floating up her arm didn’t catch her off guard, but it did elicit the most subtle clench of her jaw as she maintained her composure. Truthfully she quite enjoyed baiting Syndra like this, regardless of the “consequences” she would face. “Go on.” she remarked offhandedly, to Syndra’s words or to her actions, only she knew. Her hand grazed over Syndra’s shapely legs despite still being interlocked with the mage’s hand, seeking skin on skin once again. 

[jsyndra]

“Don’t interrupt.” Syndra responded, undoubtedly catching a few gazes for her words towards Fiora. But it was intended to be playful, the other woman would undoubtedly know that. Her leg flinched slightly at the touch, and Syndra’s fingers roamed up to grasp around Fiora’s wrist. She gave it a pull, off balancing the other with how she held her cheek in her other hand.

[flawlessriposte]

Reflexes were part of what had kept her alive countless times, though they certainly had their uses in more..domestic situations as well. She recovered from her loss of balance, disguising it as a readjustment of her seating while reaching for her wine glass. “My apologies.” she replied, dragging out her wording as much as would be appropriate, something she was sure would catch an equal number of eyes on her partner. She made a point of taking a generous sip of her drink, tongue trailing across her bottom lip, a motion that ended in a barely noticeable lip bite as her eyes remained trained on Syndra, looking away as soon as their eyes met.  

[jsyndra]

Runs a hand along her thigh.

In the middle of a formal party like this? Fiora was getting her back for last time. Syndra intertwined her fingers in Fiora’s own, continuing her conversation at the small table. Demacian Noble weddings were certainly boring, so she was not… Completely adverse to the action, nudging Fiora lightly with her knee in response.

[flawlessriposte]

In response to the side glance, Fiora simply raised her eyebrow with a slight tilt of her head, feigning innocence. The rippling tingle that floating up her arm didn’t catch her off guard, but it did elicit the most subtle clench of her jaw as she maintained her composure. Truthfully she quite enjoyed baiting Syndra like this, regardless of the “consequences” she would face. “Go on.” she remarked offhandedly, to Syndra’s words or to her actions, only she knew. Her hand grazed over Syndra’s shapely legs despite still being interlocked with the mage’s hand, seeking skin on skin once again. 

[jsyndra]

Runs a hand along her thigh.

In the middle of a formal party like this? Fiora was getting her back for last time. Syndra intertwined her fingers in Fiora’s own, continuing her conversation at the small table. Demacian Noble weddings were certainly boring, so she was not… Completely adverse to the action, nudging Fiora lightly with her knee in response.

[flawlessriposte]

Fiora leaned on the table slightly, her chin propped up in the palm of her free hand. She made a show of being interested in what Syndra was saying, her smug expression most likely mistaken for amusement at the topic by those unaware of what was happening beneath. Her hand squeezed Syndra’s lightly, the tips of her index and middle fingers hooking under the hem of her dress. With a slow, deliberate blink smile widening, she tugged at the hem, pulling it up slightly. 

[virtuous-dignity]

flawlessriposte replied to your post “It’s Sunday. I accept Sunday-type questions here.”

Hm

Innocent stare. You wouldn’t ask something embarrassing to her, would you?

[flawlessriposte]

N-never.

[thirstyriposte]

Sinday@ thirstyriposte

[flawlessriposte]

"Come up here often mortal?"

Fiora nearly choked on her tea, catching her teacup just in time before it went careening over the edge of the balcony. “Excuse me?” she asked incredulously before she could stop herself. 

[divine-righteousness]

flawlessriposte‌:

“You are either with them or against them. Scoff at the downtrodden and cast your undesirables among them, or be labeled a pariah.” Her hand idly fingered the hilt of her rapier as she continued. “I have done what is within my power to protest the laws. To open the slitted, untrusting eyes of the courts. Alas.” She sighed, running her other hand through her hair in irritation. “I have been subtly ostracized over the years.” 

Even the just, working within this countries laws cannot change it for the better. How far Demacia has fallen. Rot clinging to it’s center, spreading outwards. But twice now, she has met a virtuous and honorable soul living within. And though it does not stop the putrid stench of rot within- It brings things into perspective. “What would you do, with this city. If you had the power to change it?” Words can be lies, the soul- The soul cannot, and it is that she looks towards as she regards the Demacian beside her and listens.

[flawlessriposte]

Fiora’s gaze sank downwards as she contemplated her next words. Her brow furrowed before she rose her head again sharply, her stance resolute. “I would relieve every crooked, withering, self indulgent noble of their post and start anew. Not by blood, but by the people. Demacia deserves a benevolent eye that has witnessed both the highest glory and the greatest struggles of her countrymen.” She folded her arms. “I would cast aside the layers upon layers of laws that border on paranoia over magic. We cannot fester in our ways while the world seeks new heights all around us.” She turned to face Kayle fully now. “Where we have strength, we would use it to elevate the weak, not mock and ridicule them. That is how we prosper.” her gaze was steady. We. I. She was Demacian through and through, though she lamented its current fate.