#herpotions

[accursedsword]

@herpotions: (from here)

“Uh.” Vana swallowed. Aatrox sounded as unamused as ever with her antics. “The bugs?” With a large shrug Vana smiled up at Aatrox, a nervous laugh escaping her.

Sheesh, tough crowd. “Anyway, uh…” She tapped Aatrox’s leg with a fist. “Tag. You’re it!” With another laugh Vana bounded away as quickly as she came.

“The bugs.” He echoes. A thought of the ancient battle with the Void threatened to surface, their insect-like bodies may be mistaken for large, monsterous bugs. But it did not seem that was what she referred it. It seemed much more likely to be another of her ways of wasting time. With that train of thought, Aatrox’s eyes fall down to her touch, locking onto the healer as she ran away.

“We are both too old for games.” The Darkin calls after her, standing his ground and folding his arms, “Or are you a child?” He adds, after a pause.

[shurima-demigod]

"Did someone mention a waterpark?"

“Not in Shurima.”

[ask-nautilus-titanofthedeep]

Vana stares up at Nautilus and up and up some more. "Wow, you're no small fry huh!" She pat his hand as she spoke.

He smiled and chuckled as he watched patted his hand, “nope... but most other people are... makes them cute.”

[ex-retributionem]

Holds his hand.

Hisses and shakes her hand off. @herpotions

[infinite-xerath]

"Can you tell me a story?" Vana's gaze is sincere and curious.

Xerath turned to Vana, and might have raised a brow at her sudden request. “And what manner of tale do you want me to tell, child?”

[mercless]

regress

Meet my Muse as a Child

Talon had been quietly leaning on a wall just off of a main street, cleaning a coin between the loose fabric of their tattered shirt. Their brown eyes lock onto the newcomer instantly, moving the valuable currency behind them, hiding it in a grubby hand. They had never seen such an outfit before, and wondered where she had come from.

“Are you lost?”

[steel-and-fire]

"If I reached my hand into your helmet would I feel a face or nothing at all?"

"You would feel the essense of death itself creeping inside your skin as the lifeforce of your body is completely drained away, dying a worthless death, soon to be awakened again as one of my minions.

Does that answer your question?" The revenant hissed the words, but with no particular hostility.

"If you wish to touch me, bow before me and swear your eternal loyalty to your King. Then, your requests MAY be heard."

[sculchained]

@herpotions​ | continued from here

Vana reaches a hand toward Thresh’s face, though she doesn’t touch. Not that she can reach - he’s quite tall after all.

“Cuteness is subjective.” She shrugs her shoulders. “Personally I think your face is quite cute.”

The hand that reaches toward his face is met with a singular glance before he turns his gaze back onto her. She’s a little... messed up, Thresh considers.

“ Pardon my Demacian but... you’re quite the fucked up girl, aren’t you? ”

Regardless, he bends forward so that his face is slightly more accessible. But only slightly.