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[exemplarum]

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“Tea?” His feathers fluffed a little as he thinks to himself. For how long he had paused it almost seemed like he would never answer. Finally after what seemed to be an internal turmoil he has spoken. “Sure, What kind of tea do you drink? I usually prefer Ionian brewed but.. I don’t mind trying new ones.” 

Jarvan smiled kindly. “We have Ionian teas, too, sir. Would you prefer a green or black tea? I personally would go for Darjeeling or genmaicha - something rich enough that the sweetness and milkiness will not overpower, but truly, the choice is yours.”

“I do not believe we have been acquainted before, sir,” he said, before apologising for his rudeness. “I am Jarvan Lightshield IV, Prince of Demacia. May I ask your name...?”

[prodigal-ezreal]

There's a mess of feathers on the ground as the heartseeker lays in a chair.

Ezreal follows the path of feathers littered around his home. Did he forget to close a window? Maybe a cat killed a bird and snuck in to eat it alone. Gross, but it was his fault and not the hypothetical kitten’s.

Except it wasn’t a kitty, it was a man— kind of. The arcane energy of his bow buzzed in the air as it materialized without him consciously willing so, He hadn’t even taken a defensive stance, it was more of a knee-jerk reaction than a threat.

“Uh…” He expected a cat and a dead bird, not a sort-of-human casually sitting on his chair! “…What are you doing here?”

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[godshadowed]

😍

Send me 😍 if your muse finds mine attractive

“Oh, do you now? You’re definitely not so bad looking yourself, Varus.”

[godshadowed]

"How do you fare Kayn? Are you triumphant in your battle against the accursed blood demons? Or have you pursued something else?"

“I still aim to destroy the darkin. However, the nature of my next target forces my patience. We are sure he will be the strongest that we have faced, and we don’t plan on dying.”

Kayn crossed his arms over his bare chest, and a huff left him through his nose. Lips pressed tight together in something that looked dissatisfied. 

“I hope all of this planning makes it so the actual fight is a short one.”

[godshadowed]

▛, ▜, ▄, ▐, ▙. { im a ho for Kayn tbh LOL}

▙ a secret thought they’ve had about your muse

“A love god, some say. I’m unsure how he might fit into my pantheon, but Ionian gods should work together, shouldn’t they?”

▛ would they top or bottom for your muse

“If it came down to it? Either.”

▜ where they would kiss your muse right now

“Neck.”

▄ would they have a one night stand with your muse

“Oh, sure. That’s why I’d start with neck kissing.”

▐ would they date your muse if asked

“I don’t date.”

[forsaken-archer]

Curious Encounter

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“Pardon I was just taking in your appearance. Your arms and legs are -curious-.. to say the least. Does it hurt?” His head had tilted to the side, in a way he looked almost like a bird. Perched on a rock where his legs were tucked in almost to his chest. His wings had lay opened, basking in the sunlight keeping him warm and extremely bright.

“I believe you’re quite peculiar yourself..” he replied quietly with a lower of brows. The stranger stood out just as much as he if not more for his bright coloration where the corrupted man held darker color.

“I’m not certain I could answer that question completely honestly anymore. It used to, but time has made it..much less.” 

[prodigal-ezreal]

"Oh, I cant style your hair anymore.."

“Varus, I am this close to having a breakdown over here... this is awful.”

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[prodigal-ezreal]

PAINTER

Send "Painter!" for my muse to be a painter who signed up for an art class where your muse would nude model. Alternatively send "Paintee" for your muse to paint my muse.

Today, it was nude modeling painting practice. Which meant two things on Ezreal’s mind: Rolling your shoulders every half hour or so because your back is killing you, and always, but always getting the shading of the chest wrong because reasons. Not like he wasn’t a good artist (through patience and practice almost everything is possible) it’s just that it usually took him more than it should to get the shadows right. 

 Now, he knew his professor had a thing for greek gods and their representations, but he never thought she’d get them one for class! It didn’t take more than at least one working eye to see that today’s model was pretty. But, it’s not like he wasn’t used to painting pretty people, so he greeted the few people he knew, took out his materials, and prepared himself to another fight between what he thought looked right and actual human anatomy. 

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