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@stahri
𝕭𝖆𝖇𝖞, 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖎𝖕𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝕾𝖔 𝖋𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝕴 𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖒𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖞 "𝔹𝕠𝕪, 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟~~♡" *･ﾟ✧
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soul eater au where ahri is a weapon, go.
her arm slides around ahri’s shoulders, squeezing and pulling her close into an affectionate one-armed hug. “i missed you, ‘ri. left lil’ ol’ me alone. what was i supposed to do without my favorite fox around?”
ahri's tail curls around akali's waist, keeping her securely snug against her. while she doesn't expect akali to depart any time soon, she misses the closeness. it's nice. she feels like she hasn't been around akali in ages. they're both always busy, busy, busy. and when ahri does see her, it's at rehearsals or recordings, and they're always so immersed in focus. it's nice to have a moment to themselves. "i missed you too."
"i would still love you if you were a kiwi."
..............................Slowly smooshes the Kiwi into Ahri's face. "I'm kissing you now, darling."
"ah, yes. this does feel just like one of your kisses. slobbery. sweet. and a little bit fuzzy."
"Not quite darling, it's missing the fangs wouldn't you say?"
"and kind of sticky. but yes, it is missing that not so subtle hint of danger. i think i might prefer it even." ahri smiles innocuously and teasingly.
"I'll remember that darling."
"i said might. i'll need a genuine one for comparison."
"i would still love you if you were a kiwi."
..............................Slowly smooshes the Kiwi into Ahri's face. "I'm kissing you now, darling."
"ah, yes. this does feel just like one of your kisses. slobbery. sweet. and a little bit fuzzy."
"Not quite darling, it's missing the fangs wouldn't you say?"
"and kind of sticky. but yes, it is missing that not so subtle hint of danger. i think i might prefer it even." ahri smiles innocuously and teasingly.
"i would still love you if you were a kiwi."
..............................Slowly smooshes the Kiwi into Ahri's face. "I'm kissing you now, darling."
"ah, yes. this does feel just like one of your kisses. slobbery. sweet. and a little bit fuzzy."
reply a league ship and ill draw it poorly based off on my memory only
i did all of these off memory without checking refs- spoiler alert i have no idea wtf quinns hat looks like
@on-cerulean-wings @sparrowofthesands @mutemarksman @embraced-agony @saurianbutcher
im gonna do this again i think BUT my memory now is even WORSE on what they look like
"--and then she just looked at me as if i'd just spat on her grandmother! can you believe that? seriously, the hospitality around these parts has taken a ridiculous nose dive...!" ahri's 'let me tell you about my day real quick' ended up a near ninety minute rant. she really really doesn't shut up.
Syndra had been listening at some point or another, but it only took about 5 minutes of consistent talking from Ahri that she had zoned out. While the other talked, Syndra took to polishing her weapons - nodding now and again to feign interest. It was like white noise to her at this point.
Syndra's hand trailed down Ahri's wrist to the hand on her stomach, grabbing it and holding it still. "Whether I am there or not you will still attract attention." Syndra retorted, but her interest was clearly caught as her eyes remained on Ahri.
"And what kind of entertainment would that be?" Syndra then questioned, tone expressing her annoyance at the thought. She did not miss the implication, rather, she was giving Ahri a moment to see if she would take it back.
Ah. The familiar feeling of a preventive grasp around her wrist when she all too frequently gets overly touchy. Ahri smiles coyly and lets her hand settle where it is, fingers splayed over Syndra’s abdomen. If there’s any gaps in the protective barrier of fabric, perhaps between hems and waistbands, her fingertips seek them out, nails raking lightly against skin.
“None, if you’ll just accompany me, love.” She’s particular in her choice of words here, not quite retracting her statement, but avoiding any unseemly elaboration that might set Syndra off. Her warm honeyed eyes shine with something sweet as it does unruly, while her long lashes flutter to feign innocence.
Syndra narrowed her gaze, knowing the game Ahri was playing and considering how stubborn she was going to be in regards to it. She had work that needed to be done tonight, and wasn't normally the one to make sacrifices to her time when she needed it. Pondering for a moment, she released her grip.
"One hour." Syndra answered firmly, conceding the win to Ahri. It was hardly out of concern for any interaction that took place at the club, that was to be expected with Ahri being who she was; she would get attention regardless and Syndra was unconcerned about any actions Ahri would take. Rather, Syndra conceded out of a rare show of affection for the other.
That flirtatiously coy expression is lost immediately when Ahri's face lights up, her eyes brightening while she softly breathes in a small gasp out of sheer excitement. One hour is hardly anything, especially when Ahri has a habit of staying out just a bit before the sun rises, making her way home under the cloak of early twilight. But one hour is far more than she'd have expected to get out of Syndra tonight.
"Really?" All of the guile in Ahri's voice is gone. And she's more like an eager dog happily wagging its tail after its master gave it a treat. Hers is not wagging. But it might as well be. Ahri gives Syndra no time to take it back though; she leans in and pulls Syndra closer to her, if that's even possible, and peppers Syndra's cheek in kisses.
if syndra thinks shes so smart and secretive then why is she dating kda's most famous member.
"--and then she just looked at me as if i'd just spat on her grandmother! can you believe that? seriously, the hospitality around these parts has taken a ridiculous nose dive...!" ahri's 'let me tell you about my day real quick' ended up a near ninety minute rant. she really really doesn't shut up.
Syndra had been listening at some point or another, but it only took about 5 minutes of consistent talking from Ahri that she had zoned out. While the other talked, Syndra took to polishing her weapons - nodding now and again to feign interest. It was like white noise to her at this point.
Syndra's hand trailed down Ahri's wrist to the hand on her stomach, grabbing it and holding it still. "Whether I am there or not you will still attract attention." Syndra retorted, but her interest was clearly caught as her eyes remained on Ahri.
"And what kind of entertainment would that be?" Syndra then questioned, tone expressing her annoyance at the thought. She did not miss the implication, rather, she was giving Ahri a moment to see if she would take it back.
Ah. The familiar feeling of a preventive grasp around her wrist when she all too frequently gets overly touchy. Ahri smiles coyly and lets her hand settle where it is, fingers splayed over Syndra’s abdomen. If there’s any gaps in the protective barrier of fabric, perhaps between hems and waistbands, her fingertips seek them out, nails raking lightly against skin.
“None, if you’ll just accompany me, love.” She’s particular in her choice of words here, not quite retracting her statement, but avoiding any unseemly elaboration that might set Syndra off. Her warm honeyed eyes shine with something sweet as it does unruly, while her long lashes flutter to feign innocence.
just like old times
"--and then she just looked at me as if i'd just spat on her grandmother! can you believe that? seriously, the hospitality around these parts has taken a ridiculous nose dive...!" ahri's 'let me tell you about my day real quick' ended up a near ninety minute rant. she really really doesn't shut up.
Syndra had been listening at some point or another, but it only took about 5 minutes of consistent talking from Ahri that she had zoned out. While the other talked, Syndra took to polishing her weapons - nodding now and again to feign interest. It was like white noise to her at this point.
"but, that's enough about my day. how about yours...?"
after a beat, ahri looks over to syndra, who's more focused on the weapons than herself. after only a second, because she's rather impatient, ahri slides up behind the woman. her arms snake from syndra's waist, under syndra's arms, and around syndra's chest. leaning against syndra with her chin settled on the woman's shoulder, ahri puffs up her cheeks to pout. then she realizes what a futile effort this is, because syndra can't really see the huffy expression on her face. so she presses in even closer, until her lips hover over syndra's ear, voice dropped to a heady whisper.
"you're not paying attention to a word i say, are you?"
Syndra did not, in fact, pay attention to a word Ahri said. This caused her to miss the question asked initially, which clearly did not take long for Ahri to make note of.
Grown used to Ahri's presence, Syndra seems unperturbed as the other wrapped around her. She would finish polishing one of her guns before responding, placing it carefully back into its holster. "I was not." Syndra answered as honest as ever, directing her gaze to the side to meet Ahri's gaze. "Were you saying something important?" Syndra added, tone ever so slightly teasing the other.
"everything i say is important." ahri states this as if she would a simple fact. her arms tighten around syndra, constricting just enough to be a little uncomfortable.
"i was talking about our plans tonight. since you don't seem to mind either way, you'll be free to accompany me to the club, right?"
She decidedly ignored the first comment, knowing when to pick her battles. However, there was a notable exhale as the other tightened her grip, one would even argue it seemed akin to a sigh. "That depends." Syndra then answered, a hand placed over Ahri's wrist. "What is at the club that would interest me - and do not say yourself."
“it’s less what would interest you. and what won’t be there to interest me.” ahri starts off with almost a hum. her nails rake against syndra’s stomach as she taps her fingers against the other. her voice is melodic, almost sounding as if she is serenading syndra with her teasing and taunting tone.
“if i look too lonesome, i’ll surely attract the advances from far too many suitors. and what choice will i have but to entertain them, just to sate my own boredom?”
"--and then she just looked at me as if i'd just spat on her grandmother! can you believe that? seriously, the hospitality around these parts has taken a ridiculous nose dive...!" ahri's 'let me tell you about my day real quick' ended up a near ninety minute rant. she really really doesn't shut up.
Syndra had been listening at some point or another, but it only took about 5 minutes of consistent talking from Ahri that she had zoned out. While the other talked, Syndra took to polishing her weapons - nodding now and again to feign interest. It was like white noise to her at this point.
"but, that's enough about my day. how about yours...?"
after a beat, ahri looks over to syndra, who's more focused on the weapons than herself. after only a second, because she's rather impatient, ahri slides up behind the woman. her arms snake from syndra's waist, under syndra's arms, and around syndra's chest. leaning against syndra with her chin settled on the woman's shoulder, ahri puffs up her cheeks to pout. then she realizes what a futile effort this is, because syndra can't really see the huffy expression on her face. so she presses in even closer, until her lips hover over syndra's ear, voice dropped to a heady whisper.
"you're not paying attention to a word i say, are you?"
Syndra did not, in fact, pay attention to a word Ahri said. This caused her to miss the question asked initially, which clearly did not take long for Ahri to make note of.
Grown used to Ahri's presence, Syndra seems unperturbed as the other wrapped around her. She would finish polishing one of her guns before responding, placing it carefully back into its holster. "I was not." Syndra answered as honest as ever, directing her gaze to the side to meet Ahri's gaze. "Were you saying something important?" Syndra added, tone ever so slightly teasing the other.
"everything i say is important." ahri states this as if she would a simple fact. her arms tighten around syndra, constricting just enough to be a little uncomfortable.
"i was talking about our plans tonight. since you don't seem to mind either way, you'll be free to accompany me to the club, right?"
"--and then she just looked at me as if i'd just spat on her grandmother! can you believe that? seriously, the hospitality around these parts has taken a ridiculous nose dive...!" ahri's 'let me tell you about my day real quick' ended up a near ninety minute rant. she really really doesn't shut up.
Syndra had been listening at some point or another, but it only took about 5 minutes of consistent talking from Ahri that she had zoned out. While the other talked, Syndra took to polishing her weapons - nodding now and again to feign interest. It was like white noise to her at this point.
"but, that's enough about my day. how about yours...?"
after a beat, ahri looks over to syndra, who's more focused on the weapons than herself. after only a second, because she's rather impatient, ahri slides up behind the woman. her arms snake from syndra's waist, under syndra's arms, and around syndra's chest. leaning against syndra with her chin settled on the woman's shoulder, ahri puffs up her cheeks to pout. then she realizes what a futile effort this is, because syndra can't really see the huffy expression on her face. so she presses in even closer, until her lips hover over syndra's ear, voice dropped to a heady whisper.
"you're not paying attention to a word i say, are you?"
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