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gentle pets for Sona

The beating of a heart speaks volumes. || @forvinti .

Gentle does the touch come from one who feels as a stranger. Ranger-knight, she is called, but how close is her heart to Sona’s own, how thunderous the beat of a chest that threatens to burst open, to spill forth a symphony that it might entreat or mayhaps leave her stranger in wide-eyed wonder. All that escapes the young matriarch is a soft exhale, a shuddering breath, as her lashes flutter - as her heart flutters.

She leans, as lovers do, and takes her breath once more. How long has it been held, this torturous breath, how quickly it is taken away by calloused fingers. Forget me not, dear knight. She is between agony and adoration, warmth rising to her cheeks and eyes, as soft lips grace just below the ear. An exhale, soft, hot, tentative. Her lashes do flutter again as she considers her impulse, considers an unprovoked touch, considers how gently Quinn’s hands have moved - how gentle they might be across her skin. How gentle this could be, if only she had the courage.

She is slow to retreat, slower still as she gazes through her bangs, as if seafoam and honey strands can hide her. Gentle do her lips graze, catching the edge of skin, and knees do buckle so that she may remain so lowered, nose to nose. There is a moment here she does not want to leave, with thunder in her heart, to scream out her name. Azure strands sway at her waist, each moment roars in her breast. Cries, she thinks, for release.

She hides behind lashes, slowly drifting gaze dancing around bashful, as one hand rises. Grace her cheek the same, she wishes of herself. Draw up your courage. Golden eyes, warm as the sun, lay their gaze to the floor. Time seems not to pass, not in this aching, quivering moment. They are strangers, she and her ranger-knight. Strangers still, as one dexterous hand pulls Quinn’s hand away. It was not appropriate. They ought not to. They are strangers.

How her gaze pulls up, a tilt of her head, how time slows here. Eyes lock before her gaze dances away, warmth growing on her cheeks as she pulls the woman’s hand away. They should not, she knows. Even as the sun catches in brunette hair, a welcome accent. Even as her gaze trails across each jagged ridge of skin, shoulder, and cheek in awe and admiration. Even as her heart thunders in her chest, pleading in the drowning out of all noise but traitorous evidence of desire. Innocent and trembling is her heart and her lips, another exhale. Three breaths, that is all this moment was. Three soft, trembling breaths. Too loud and the spell breaks, the ephemeral rays of the sun that worship and kiss her ranger’s cheeks - as she wishes to worship and kiss - and this peace, this quiet, this wanderlust for another’s entirety, it vanishes. She should not. They are strangers. Oh, she should not.

She places Quinn’s hand upon her cheek, leaning into the touch and exhaling in pleasant appreciation, eyes closing. She should not, but she has, and time cannot stop her now. If only her selfishness is permitted.

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“ Take it from me, you are a very capable fighter, ranger, and intel gatherer for Demacia, but people aren’t going to take you seriously at the gala if you’re going to stroll in looking like your bird. No offense. “

Blue eyes would betray her otherwise stoic features, showing admiration, respect, and most of all, fear towards the (at that point of time, calm) bird perched on her shoulder. “ Now come, I shall take it upon me to make sure you are dressed appropriately, and that you are comfortable in it. “

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#forvinti #i didnt know what to do #winging it is my speciality but yeah #here we are #thank you for liking the starter call

forvinti replied to your post: One does not simply put Ahri to bed

Once upon a time there was a fox who went to bed.

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“People don’t show interest?”

Quinn made a face like the mere thought sounded improbable to her as she looked over the array of scattered objects and mechanics. It was all small things on the table that she can see and screws, bolts, pieces of tech Quinn’s never even touched in her life. Things she didn’t really understand because she’d lacked opportunity.

“I’d think people would be interested in whatever someone like you is up to anyway. But what are you doing?”

It looked to her like Jinx was making additions, maybe a repair to whatever was lying there in a curious scrap heap. She could’ve been wrong. Quinn’s gear needed upkeep too but nothing so complex at a glance.

it was strange indeed .

the troublemaker did not really turn to look at the woman again as she spoke after facing her with the surprised words she had said ever so excitedly just a few seconds ago . the task at hand required her attention , although she did not mind having someone who APPRECIATED what she was doing . at least what it LOOKED like she was doing .

— ❝ oh no no , you’d be surprised ! people mostly just a, run away , b, try to steal somethin , to which i do make them run away afterwards or c, not really pay attention to since chances are they don’t understand anyways . hah ! you could say that these things aren’t made for all normies out there . ❞ —

she spoke as she twirled some small gears between her oil-covered fingers . she had been picking and twisting scraps she had found scattered around from old machinery and attempting to create something out of it . turns out that she couldn’t be BLOWING UP stuff all the time . she , too , enjoyed creating stuff .

— ❝ ah ! nothing too fancy , found some stuff lying around - this lil’ guy is PIRANHA . should be good to go if i just make some ... ❞ — she stood there in thought for a moment , then turned on her heel to face the other . — ❝ you don’t happen to have any poison , do you ? which reminds me . WHO are you anyways ? ❞ —

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#⌜ Closed. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴜꜱ ꜰɪꜱʜʙᴏɴᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏᴡᴘᴏᴡ. ⌟#forvinti

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Everyone within ten miles would have seen the explosion of magic that had gone up into the air, which meant that Demacians would be arriving very fast — knowing how they were. Still, standing among the ancient Vastayan ruins, now slowly returning to life out from under their broken petricite bonds, Xayah could hardly tear her eyes off of the painted walls. Etched runes glowed, filtering old magic out into the surrounding woods from the long-blocked spring.

They wouldn’t like it. They might stop the place back up again, whenever some Demacian group eventually did arrive, but Xayah assumed that unless they were particularly quick, she’d have a moment to admire. She ran her fingers along the wall, over old images of the Vastaya’shairei laughing and dancing with one another. This place had been alive, once. This land; alive, not dead and cold as it was now. A desert with no magic left. Vastaya, old vastaya, had lived here. Played and danced and sang. Their music had not graced the winds for so many years, but they had been here.

A sound snapped her out of her trance. Xayah whirled on her toes, two blades materializing in her hand as she prepared herself to face down a full regimen of Demacian scouts — but no, it was just one. One woman.

❛ You’re fast, ❜ She said, ❛ You lot showing up to shut me down already? ❜

#❪ ⟡ an invitation to dance — rp. ❫#main verse tag.#forvinti #o/

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t was one of those moments where Shyvana was allowed to go outside the walls to stretch her wings and spend some time actually keeping her predatory stincts under control. A few hunts throught the week, long and intense flights, it was all that she needed to make sure that her dragon form stayed in shape.

She kept to herself most of that time, staying in her draconic form, now not having to fear the rage of a vengeful mother to track her down. Besides, when one was bigger than most predators in the forest, usually mean they would be left alone. She had her preferences when it came to hunt, usually sticking to boars for main course and birds for snacks. Even if they werecovered with feathers, they were still crunchy enough for her taste.

Shyvana had been resting in dragon form, covered by shade and a gathering of leafs and trees to keep herself hidden, when the sound of flapping wings woke her up from her nap. A bird? By the sound, seemed like it was something big enough to be considered a snack.

The dragon waited a bit and, with one quick move, caught the bird in mid air, trapping it inside her mouth. Some feathers stuck out, being caugh between her teeth in a blue mess. She had missed, since her goal was not to capture the bird alive but to kill it with fire. Only the sight of a human approaching made her stop her plan of eating the prey that was now having fun scratching her tongue.

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