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blcdecaller said: smash or pass + xayah

There’s a proud, aggressive, almost hungry grin on Sett’s face as he eyes the much narrower shoulders of the Vastayan girl. The blade caller had a different effect on him than the other girls. Perhaps it was because he say much of himself reflected on her -- his pride, arrogance, the violence -- and perhaps it was the difficulties in pursuing her that made it all the more exciting.

Maybe genetics had a little to do with it, too, because gods did he love that scent.

Sett runs his fingers through her feathery hair, hiding none of his brutish nature as he takes a deep whiff of it and exhales a hungry sigh.

“ Yeah, that’s gonna be a yes from me. “

#blcdecaller #i hope these are coming out alright i have such a migrane

" — Hey, Kaiser. Pick me up. And show me that nice stuff where you raise a hand from the ground! "

“First of all, call me King.”, his eyes flared.

“Secondly...what do you mean? You want to see me call my soldiers? Raise a new undead? Alter my form? Be specific woman.”

#blcdecaller #crack #ic #xP

🔗 - What are your muse’s standards for meaningful relationships? How quickly do they form relationships like these? | 👻 - Does your muse believe in an afterlife? What do they think it’s like?

🔗 - What are your muse’s standards for meaningful relationships? How quickly do they form relationships like these?

Well. That’s...that’s a difficult topic. Because the answer is “relationships? What is that??”

You see, until very recently, Blis had only had ONE relationship in his entire life that could be called frienship. None other. Much less a romantic one. The way he grew up, the life he led, taught him that emotions betray, and noone is deserving of trust. The only things that will protect you is your body and arms. Trust in the steel, not in people.

Lately though! There have been some people that managed to breach his cold exterior. Are they his friends? Questionable.....Is it the best he has ever had? Hell yea. Did it take for fucking ever to reach that stage? Yeeeep.

Will he do his utmost to protect them? Without question. He is a loyal bastard.

👻 - Does your muse believe in an afterlife? What do they think it’s like?

Well...ghosts exist, undead, spirits, souls, etc. So...yea he believes it exists alright. What does he think it’s like? He hasn’t put much consideration into it. It’s a probably a place, or places, with...stuff. Souls. Whatever. Something. He will care about it when he is there.

#blcdecaller #headcanons

❛ we sure made it out of that one, huh ? ❜ another mission where he'd gone astray from the plan, opting to follow his own instincts that dictated his actions should revolve around distracting the guards ( not too far off from the original plan, but he had no time to worry over minute details ), proven successful with the execution of another rescue. despite their success, far too many close calls drew them closer toward's death's dance, yet their energy toppled over even death itself ——— so long as there is that guarantee that he can protect xayah, the strength to prevail shall never falter to the harsh winds of death. his strength, a fire, will always be rekindled in those moments. then, later, attempt to lighten any burden that her heart may bear. ❛ you all right, xayah ? you look a little tired. ❜ /// @blcdecaller

#* m. / ic.#* m. / starters.#* v. / unknown.#blcdecaller #[ *throws this @ u* ]#[ HOPE THIS IS OK LDFJHDLF hi i love these two birds......... ]#[ if u want me to change it tho lmk! ]

sleep.

intrigue // xayah // sleep : my muse falls asleep on your muse, making it hard for my muse to leave.°☆

THE WORLD; how vast and strange— no? How it had come to be that this stranger, one of pure radiance and exhaustion, was now currently VULNERABLE with her head upon her shoulder? What a tale, what a tale indeed she thinks— half tempted to rap her on the forehead and point her to a bed or at the very least the cot in the corner.

She’d been sitting in her station, uncomfortable on her haunches, for far too long in BLISTERING silence when the blades and whirs had collected themselves beside her home; when a squabble turned into a war, and when the étrangère took refuge beside her in the dark. Perhaps she should have refused such a thing, but it did not interfere with her work and just a tickle of grace reminds her of HOME ( what a concept to a widow of death; was such a thing even appropriate to believe in … ? )— reminds her of the beauty of center stage, the feathers of THE SWAN reflecting these shimmering wings sprawled out and resting so earnestly beside her.

“ SOMBRA…” a quick glance and her partner is already at work, piecing together their guest’s ambitions ( of course she was, she’d probably been bored for hours up until now— poor little loud mouth ). Whatever had brought her here was of no concern so long as it remained separate from her target. Still, she couldn’t help but see l’ éclat ( the spark ) that lit this one, when she stumbled into her CHÂTEAU, pitiful and brilliant at the same time. “ I don’t know what it is you are fighting for ” she whispers to the sleeping lump now slumping down and draped over her thigh, “...but I know Talon can help you achieve it. ”

YES. IT COULD. COULDN’T IT?

#blcdecaller #intrigue °☆#enquête °☆#>:) sombra and widow recruit xayah to their ranks #they rise up and become the queens of talon #>:) >:) >:)

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SEND A URL AND I WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING; || still accepting

#blcdecaller #the dark side of the moon has spoken (answered!)

" Do you think we can watch the full moon - together, this night? "

Unprompted asks | (always accepting.)

“I didn’t take you for one that’d do such a thing.”

Honestly, she never even expected such question, or that she’d care about it at all.

“If you want to. I’ll be out shortly to pray anyway.”

#blcdecaller #✦ ☾ . { in character }#✦ ☾ . { answered }

She is approaching, with a violet in her hands. Placing it - gently, in her bluish hair. " I think it looks good on you. "

Surprised doesn’t cover the way in which her heart jumps, or the heat that blooms over speckled cheeks.She is stunned and silenced, in the midst of something or other regarding writing, and she forgets it entirely in the vision that is her.“Ah...”It’s the only sound she can think to make as she brings a cautious finger to brush over the petals, flustered.“Th — Thank you, Xay...”

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