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Wandering I come.
— SHE OF ALL THAT ILLUMINATED was one of the sights that LeBlanc has never once grown weary of , standing in the shadow of the brightness she radiated with a grin gracing her porcelain features.
❝ Lone child , my dearest Luxanna … ❞ One leg crossed over the other and the woman found herself entranced , pinned against the back of her parlour chair in pure captivation of the Demacian. Such purity , such …
Potential.
❝ Welcome to my parlour. ❞
Wandering I come.
— HE WALKED INTO HER OFFICE with that same typical stride she had grown accustomed to throughout the years and that certain cockiness in his aura and smile that LeBlanc had frankly wanted to wipe off his very presence ; though it suited him far more than she cared to admit. Despite the hemomancer’s disagreeable tendencies , he was as consequential of a member as any other.
Tenderly , she clasped her hands together.
❝ Vladimir , darling I sincerely hope you’re not here to ask for another paycheck. ❞
“Wandering I come ” (I can't believe I haven't sent this before I'm lazyyy)
— “ You know … ” She begins , dragging her finger around the rim of her teacup “ There are very, very few who have managed to capture my attention for all the years I’ve roamed throughout Valoran in such a manner that I fail to grow weary of ; my darling Thresh you’ve certainly earned my respect with your delicate craft. ”
LeBlanc chuckled, beckoning him close “ Welcome to my parlor, Chain Warden. ”
“Wandering I come.”
— Her soft, disinterested gaze landed upon the entryway of her parlor moments before the vixen had even arrived, though they suddenly glimmered with life the moment her sights touched Ahri. She was as beautiful as some had described in their novels and fantasies , though quite more ethereal than LeBlanc had imagined. Her sudden appearance was a true pleasure to behold nonetheless.
“ And such an honor it is , welcome to my parlor darling. ” The Matron reflected graciously.
“Wandering I come.”
–- “Oh indeed, and you arrived so pleasantly on point. ” She clasps her hands around her cup of freshly brewed ionian tea without as much as a flinch upon contact. Ever eager golden irises simply observed the Icathian and LeBlanc chuckled daintily, her hand brought to her nightshade lips in an attempt to stifle the sound “ Do forgive my enthusiasm, it’s hardly commonplace for individuals such as yourself to walk into my parlor, I welcome your presence.”
“Wandering I come ”
“Ah here is a fine example of conflict and intrigue in it’s most simplistic terms” The Matron would drawl on, letting her finger curl the tips of her hair. Golden irises peer into the stranger sitting on the chair opposite of her own divan. “Noxus harbored then nurtured you and here you are now. Certainly impressive, albeit … different. You’re certainly worth something ‘
Wandering I come
— “ All the way to Noxus I see? “ LeBlanc raises a single elegant eyebrow in question, amused at the thoughts flooding her mind on the multiple possibilities for the arrivals of Ionians. It was intriguing, and promised far more than either of them were aware of.
Excellent.
