#rage-intensifies

[silvestreaelurus]

+1

rage-intesifies

"Hello Tryndamere, how may I help you?"

[ask-the-frost-archer]

Out of Arrows

// What happened to rage-intensifies? Did my husbando quit? ;~;

[deathrocket]

(( How do I get so many anons as you do? ))

// tell them you wanna do nsfw.

wait.

[deathrocket]

Muse ✪ and ✪✪. Mun: ✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪ "Man you make me sick.. She's a kid even." (( I DON'T CARE! ))

✪ right back atcha, grumpy!

// omg........ oMG...... hey i'm 18 i think that counts as "not a kid"BUT THANK U................ <33333

[ask-the-frost-archer]

Valentine's Day Intensifies (closed rp with rage-intensifies)

"Perhaps you’re right. I am very tired. After all the matches, dealing with Sejuani, trying to help all these people…I knew being a Queen was taxing work, but this is more than I anticipated." She drew closer to Tryndamere, then did something that she knew would surprise him. She wrapped her arms around his muscular waist and huggled him gently, nuzzling her cheek into his chest. She was surprised to find that she genuinely liked the feeling. He was radiating warmth, and her study was incredibly cold. After a few moments she released him and looked up into his face. "I think I will retreat to bed. I haven’t decided whether or not I’ll be going to the village or whether I’ll let you send someone else though."

[rage-intensifies-deactivated201]

Her embrace felt a bit cold, her body slowly heating up from his body. His breath expanding his chest within. As she lets go of him, he places his hand under her chin. His other hand on her waist. Lifting her face up gently as many wouldn’t believe he would be able to.

"Just rest for now, decide later." 

He followed her to their quarters, opening the door for her and letting her enter on her own accord. 

"I’ll get back later, I have something to take care of."

[ask-the-frost-archer]

"Okay. Goodnight, Tryndamere." Her lips flickered into a soft smile before she closed the heavy wooden door to their bedchamber. The fire in the fireplace was starting to die down, so she fed it another log. Ashe strode over the intricately-carved oak wardrobe they had received from one of Tryndamere's warriors for their wedding and pulled open the doors. She pulled out a pale blue night dress, then retreated into their bathroom to change. Tomorrow, even if he sent an envoy on without asking her, she'd have to find a way out of the castle to finish work on his gifts. She hoped he'd like them. In the beginning, she had never done anything for Valentines day or their anniversaries. She had avoided romance like the plague, and he faithfully gave her things throughout all of it. Things had changed the past three years. She guessed she was unconsciously making up for it now that she'd began to change her mind about such prospects. As she slid out of her clothes and into the nightgown, the icy February air came through the home and made her shiver. She quickly came back into the bedroom and got into bed, making herself comfortable under the comforter and furs. The warmth from the fire and the furs quickly put her to sleep. Her excitement would have to wait.

[piltover-hero]

"You're a dork."

"In Piltover, we take that as a compliment. Thank you for your rage induced honor." 

[ask-king-jarvan]

rage-intensifies started following you.

"King Tryndamere, it is a... pleasant surprise to see you. I must say, I was not informed of your arrival. Was your journey from the Freljord without incident?"

[deathrocket]

"You should have invited us when you wrecked Piltover, would been a hell of a raid."

"Hmm…" She ponders the possibility for a moment, and finally gives a shrug. "Nah!" Piltover is her deal and her deal alone.