#fantasy!ashe

[ashendalia]

Have a chibi of my fantasy story SI Ashe of when they first got the two scars on their face

[ashendalia]

Sometimes I have to draw these two in a non-angsty, so here’s a nice little thing of Ashe and Theo sleeping peacefully at the end of a long day :)

[ashendalia]

“I hurt you so much by leaving like that... you deserve so much better than me...”

“I don’t care what I deserve... I want to be with you. I love you Ashe, I never stopped loving you...”

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I think this is at a point where Theo and Ashe are finally coming to terms with the reasons why Ashe left 3 years earlier, and they’re actually opening up emotionally to each other again and like, letting themselves be in love again after being apart so long

If that makes sense?

But anyways, have some hurt/comfort for these two lol

[ashendalia]

Just relax... they’re only watching because we’re dancing on the ballroom floor.

One of the scenarios for Ashe and Theo involves them going to a ball hosted by Theo’s family, and Ashe goes with him as a partner to try to calm his nerves.

[ashendalia]

A lot of stuff changes in three years...

[ashendalia]

Finally got refs for the two main outfits for my SI Ashe that I’ve been using for the stories that have been happening while playing AI Dungeon.

Left is when the events start and they’re a squire, and right is 3 years later.

[nachfrist]

 It's not ungenuine in the way that he takes the floor, but he proceeds with caution anyway. Word has it, and does word travel fast. 

That based on what he knows of this someone, and as far as it concerns any body else he's never heard of this fellow. It's best to keep him under the radar, and this is one way that he knows that has worked in itself, turned up foolproof. 

      He's careful, careful   and he is not per usual to not quicken his pace too much, to let each foot come down in a ...standard procedure, 

not overbearingly excitable. That's what he's going for, type of manner. 

 His head is too big for his shoulders, and that's what it'd seem when he's out of his local and comforts' domain, a total lightweight 

if he has to, behind closed doors only because this airy personality that their intruder knows and has well acquainted with each meeting after that.

When they're reunited after time and time again. The trickle of time and its systematic countoff of seasons are nothing, when it comes down to it. If they're gathering up the essentials, 

     the only time that truly matters anything to him, is when they knock heads yet again at the halfway mark. This was what it was. 

That was all this is. 

Nothing like the heavyweight trudging these halls right now, almost un recognizable in his given pursuit. For a being that looks like he's so purpose driven, not afraid to put it in pen, and he's not. 

He's aware of what's out there, and there was plenty to list but none that could quickly endanger him when   he   was around. For that reason, walking these halls, with steps that sound clunky no matter what he does. They resound loudly in his ears.   He feels safe. 

That's the difference today. 

Glancing once over his shoulder, a weakness as any if he was spotted but he allowed himself that since he felt like there was only   one   other person in the 'room'. He takes an abrupt stop, scuffing the floor with the weights that that anchor and house his feet.

 I wasn't aware that I was having guests. Or should i say, guest. I would have put aside time for you. 

I thought you hated showing up unannounced. You're not here to take away a show now, are you.

Perhaps you're here for me?'