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[ruinedissonance]

@eyepatchrose​ | SAMIRA

"And I thought worship was meant differently in a religious context..."

◈◇◈ ― “Worshiping is submitting one’s whole being. Mind, body and soul. What else would you be thinking of?”

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"Kid? Lady i'm 20!" he barked back, offended at her statement but he wouldn't be too aggressive with his words. He was still pretty much terrified of Samira, but he didn't want to admit that.

Ezreal looked down then around the cliff. "So..... Are there stairs or are we just going to break our legs and jump off this cliff to get down there?" He was half joking, but Noxians were crazy to him.

[trolloflegend]

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Trundle: That’s one of my biggest fears. Like, if I ever woke up as a donut...

Samira: You would eat yourself?

Trundle: I wouldn’t even question it.

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[shehili]

"Rumi! How is the family doing? Everything alright?" ~@eyepatchrose

Umprompted asks • always accepting!

Mariam's bilingualism was being challenged a second time today. She searched her mind in vain for the meaning of that first word, and despite herself admitted defeat before the mounding silence.

"Is that slang for something?" she asked in hushed tones, her mouth corners pointing slightly upwards; amused at her own shortcoming.

"My family is well. Me, I never can afford to stay idle, which keeps me satisfied. If memory serves, we are alike in that respect. So, how's life been treating you?"

Dark eyes bounced from the top of Samira's head to the giant holsters either side of her hips — very much how Samira had assessed her on their first meeting.

"Any new scars or tattoos you'd like to show off?"

Regrettably, all Mariam had for show were some lines between the eyes and a few greys at her temples that were missing a year ago. At the very least, she could boast the same sturdy figure that refused to bow despite all that time spent folded over her writing table.

Oh, how she envied the mercenary sometimes.

[house-of-warriors]

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It was a dare, a challenge, and as everybody knew He would not back up from any challenge. He pull the Noxian\Shuriman up into his arms and press his lips against hers, the lingering scent of wine and other spirits sneaking into their nose while he took over her lips for more that a solid minute

"Don't dare me if you think I won't do it... you get some more surprises...."

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[ncumenia-archived]

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Uhm. She wasn't familiar with that woman, and... She wasn't her type at all. Too blunt, maybe?

Still, the woman gave her a small peck on her cheek.

[felixiecit-a]

"So is this where we need to go?" Samira asked with a stern look on her face, standing at the cliff, looking down on lowlands of Noxus. Honestly, normally she would not have bothered for that kind of work, being the bodyguard for an excavation of an old pre-noxian ruin, but the Noxian nobleman already had hired the excavator and well... it was different. Maybe it would be exciting even! But so far Samira was a little bit unsatisfied with the prospect of dusting off a few dusty old pieces.

"I hope there is something deadly in here... before I become a little bit deadly." She didn't even try to make her sound less threatening as she already was.

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Ezreal gulped; following alongside Samira. Her looks alone were intimidating. And her strong voice and thirst for blood were terrifying to him. It made it hard for Ezreal to keep his cool and seem cocky.

Once at the cliff he looked down with her "You sure love violence, huh... Noxians.." he mumbled under his breath. "Not sure if I'll be able to keep up with you down there. In fact maybe I should just stay up here."

[multiiiplicity]

Darius’ grip was getting tighter around the handle of his axe. He pondered whether or not he should truly be keeping it so close by his side when his feelings are unstable, when his eyes are an unnaturally pale green that glowed brightly at his only real ally in all of this.

Everything was aching. From his body, to his mind, to his heart. Images and memories flashed before his eyes, playing repeatedly in his head. Screaming. Blurring. Wide eyes and blood, wailing -

But the sudden silence strewn across the Empire made Darius’ head perk ever so slightly, putting the thoughts to rest as confusion took place instead. He carefully approached the boarded window to peek out at the streets when he saw in his reflection that his eyes have returned to their old, brown color instead.

He frowned, turning his head to glance at Samira in question.

“Is this... over?”

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