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@annie-versary: “Can we join?” Annie holds up Tibbers, referring to both her and her stuffed companion.
Of course! Sona reaches her hand down to help the little one and her “friend” up with her. Nap time is for everyone.
@guiltfilledsheath Gives nodding approval while doing to rest at the trunk of a tree.
Even swordsmen!
@annie-versary ❥ for a starter!
⠀ ❝ a... child? ❞
well that’s great, because a child was the last thing she needed here right now. is it lost? why is it here? why here out of all places? the raven was far too deep in her own thoughts to notice it at first, but now that generates another question inside her own head. how long has the kid been watching her? even the thought just gives her the creeps. not only the creeps, but also revulsion.
⠀ ❝ who sent you? what are you doing here? ❞
yes, she is aware of how awkward that came out exactly — but this situation, in her opinion, can’t become more awkward than it already is. and it’s not like she actually cares how the kid ventured here, more like she just wants it to go away.
Starter Call // @annie-versary
“Now what’s a girl like you doin’ out here all by themselves? Don’t tell me you’re lost?” Oh, there’s definitely something more to it than that. If she’s made it all the way out here alone, then... Yeah, she’s no ordinary girl. He’ll keep his distance, but for now, he’ll be friendly. She may very well be lost.
“Lookin’ for food, water maybe? Shelter?”
SHIPPY SHIPPY times !! ✿ accepting. @annie-versary has whispered: Annie / Ahri as a ship only they’re best friends! They show off their magic! Chaotic duo (trio if u count Tibbers) in the making!!
NOTP | meh | it’s ok | i can live with it | BROTP | cute | i love this ship | adorable | OTP | PREPARE FOR TROUBLE AND MAKE IT TRIPLE !
COUNT ME IN, COUNT ME IN, COUNT ME IN !! I absolutely adore the idea of Ahri taking care of Annie and making sure that nothing happens to her while also having fun together and just... setting some people on fire while wearing cute flower crowns... Ahri will definitely adore Tibbers too, so we must absolutely count the teddy in this !! This is the type of floof that Ahri and I need in our lives. ♡♡♡
Annie boops his nose. “Boop!”
The smile on his face widens even more than before, something pearly and mirthful from where he sits on his heels, as down to her level as he could possibly be without lying flat.
Encouragement of violence aside, Sylas truly cares for children. Nationality has no stake in their innocence, nor their magic, or what either has wrought or ever could.
“Don’t go taking my nose now!” He says, offering her the same as the pad of his index finger pokes gently on the end of her nose. His other hand reflexively gathers his chains as to not have them swing against her. They pool between his ankles.
“I need that!”
@annie-versary liked for a starter!
Magic was subjective; he knew that. Demacia foolishly labeled it all as impure, an issue he’d long had with his homeland, but Lucian did believe that the arcane arts had their limits, and there was a fine line between that which was moral and that which was not. Noxus was another nation that had a policy on magic he disagreed with, for he saw their allowances as too liberal, perhaps asking for tragedies involving the more wicked sorts of spells.
While his first and foremost enemy was, of course, the Black Mist (Thresh, to be precise, but as a Sentinel, he had to at least appear uncontrolled by his emotions,) it was important to remember the history of the Isles. It was corrupt magic which had tainted the archipelago, marring a land that was once beautiful and teeming with life and instead rendering it devoid of any. No, magic was not inherently evil, but any true Sentinel of Light with a basic grasp of the history of their Order understood that it had to be kept in check.
Besides, there was a limit to how long even a Sentinel could spend on the Shadow Isles. The land quite literally leeched the souls of the living who dared cross into its realm, making it impossible to stay for more than a few days— if that —before one would lose themselves to its foul influence, joining its ranks whether they’d been overcome in battle or not.
As a result, it was actually quite often that the Sentinels found other forms of work in Runeterra, typically battling mages whose hatred and resentment risked more magical cataclysms which could potentially strengthen the grip of the Mist on their world, or spirits and ghouls which had seeped into civilization through less conventional means. In this case, Lucian’s task was the former; rumors of a corrupt spellcaster in a remote section of Noxus’s borders, a desolate section of the forest which provided the isolation often loved by those with sinister intentions, had drawn him here to hunt.
The only problem was that he hadn’t expected his mark to be a child.
His grip on the two pistols eased, and his hands lowered, pointing the barrels of both guns towards the earth. This was no writhing ghoul, no wailing ghost, no vengeful spectre— it was a girl, barely old enough to lift a weapon, let alone fight with it. And while some deaths were certainly necessary evils, and he was as little a stranger to killing the living when needed as the dead, this was a job he would not be finishing. No, not today.
The purifier approached slowly. Of course, he didn’t holster the weapons; he hadn’t ruled out that he might need them yet to defend himself, but he certainly would not be going in guns blazing as per the usual protocol.
‘ You there, girl, ’ he called out tentatively. He studied her closely; she looked unimposing enough, but it wasn’t her appearance which worried him, but rather whatever blackness might have seeped into her heart and tainted the soul she cast with. What was there even to say, though? It wasn’t often that he attempted to communicate with whatever was supposed to be on the other end of his barrels, but this was a case where he had to. ‘ I know I don’t know who you are, but I’ve heard some things ‘bout you. Bad things. ’ He watched for any sudden movements.
‘ I ain’t gon’ hurt you for it, but I need’a make sure some things’re clear. ’ He took another step forward. There was a seriousness to his tone, even despite his reluctance to shoot. ‘ Let’s talk for a second, you’n I, alright? ’
₪ I still haven’t had the courage to send you an ask/reach out to you
₪ I still haven’t had the courage to send you an ask/reach out to you
!! OH PLEASE DO ! honestly i’ve been meaning to myself ;a; so maybe we can both bite the bullet together !
// @annie-versary
Annie looked up. This woman was so pretty. And tall. Curses her small stature. "I like your hair." She commented, holding Tibbers close.
Oh! A little girl. The sight of a child always made Sona smile just a little brighter - especially the ones who weren’t too shy to say what they were thinking.
She bowed her thanks, letting the rivers of blue billow down the frame of her face.
