#frostslayer

[benevolentgodloki]

// Not seen any of it about but a ship with Loki x Renslayer could be fun. Obv they loathe each other, she for him arguably wrecking her life, he for what she did to Sylvie, but in the end she hasn't made too different choices from his Avengers self (murdering unarmed minutemen aside >.>) and I think him saving her from Alioth and negotiating a role for her isn't outside the realm of possibility. Fun spicy ship with lots to overcome 👀

[divine-identite]

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[arrowdeft-a]

“ i don’t know if i can love you. ”

 phrases that really hit you where it hurts   ||   @frostslayer

     She listened intently, the other’s words punctuated by the breath of howling winds, bringing an icy chill that in pairing with bitter words threatened to freeze over her very soul. Ashe ached, her heart wretching from a bloodless wound, painful yet unseen. 

     Even though it meant the challenges of clandestine meetings and secret messages, Ashe was still relieved to see Sejuani, despite having to endure the unpleasant cold and snows that shrouded their current encounter. Quickly, her relief fell into regrets as the words hung in the air, gnawing at her. She shouldn’t have come. Defensive motions pulled her hood down, further concealing her visage in the overcast light. 

     Silently, moments came and passed, motionless, woefully amiss for what to say. Reluctant, she turned to leave,  walking away, slowly, with sullen steps, boots creaking in the fresh snow.

     She hadn’t gone far before her steps came to a hesitant stop, glancing back over her shoulder, a look of longing drawn across her face. A fresh gust calling forth ashen hair to dance in the wind.

          “ I’ll pray that you might make up your mind, ” Her speech wrought with emotion, as she called back, projecting her voice that it may carry on the wind. “       Maybe then we can be free of this curse. “

[deathdevotion]

Does modern day Camille own Ferrero Rocherー

n. now hold on dont make me actually think about this seriousl

[voidhunting]

frostslayer replied to your post: It's too bad you are elitist and don't rp with...

wtf the only elitist allowed here is me

but i though you had to rp for that :v

[divine-identite]

Stabs with a toothpick.

@frostslayer

Sejauni clearly wanted a snacc

[herbounty]

the powew of intewcouwse compews you to fuck me.

[arrowdeft-a]

Hug, huh.

𝑮𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑰'𝑳𝑳 𝑫𝑰𝑬 | @frostslayer​​​​

     Ashe took advantage of the opportunity before she could be dissuaded by any protests. Without hesitation, she embraced Sejuani, arms wrapping around her torso with a forceful affection. The archer’s cheek was pressed against the furs that covered the other’s chest, emphasizing the disparity of height. Even as chill winds seemed to bellow around them, Ashe was unmoved.

     Three winters had come and gone since peace was declared, although tensions between the two peoples were still high, bloodshed was becoming a rarity. As ice thawed and spring began its approach, Ashe sent an invitation to the Winter’s Claw, with hopes that the two tribes might share in festivities. Seeing her actions finally fulfilled brought a sense of renewal to her being.

     She let her palm trace down the warrior’s spine, slow and delicate in its repetition. ❝ It’s so good to see you, Sej. ❞ She whispered, that only the two of them might hear.