#sanguince

[musesbyarya-a]

@sanguince | MOODBOARD MEME

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[ofrxvia]

@sanguince​ requested a starter ! - [for Akali]

The Path often had Geralt traveling long distances for meager coin, but he did it anyway. Someone had to kill the monsters that plagued the world, lest it be overrun. Sometimes, the coin wasn’t so bad at all, but more often than not, people weren’t able to afford his prices, and he had to come down. Which meant more traveling. A cyclical hell of sorts. This was one such day, unremarkable beyond the fact that the clouds overhead looked heavy with rain, yet the sun did shine brightly still.

Atop of Roach, the Witcher almost seemed at ease. The ride was slow, letting the mare walk at her pace rather than pushing. It was a day for leisure, in Geralt’s mind. Even if he pushed poor Roach to her breaking point, he would not make the next town before the week was out, and thus it was pointless to push the horse harder. Besides, Roach was his one companion on the road. Every Roach had her quirks, but he wasn’t going to push the mare further than she could handle. And today, that was a walking pace.

The woods about the trail were quiet, though that wasn’t something Geralt was unused too. But even animals were growing silent, and that brought him to pull Roach to a halt. Witcher’s eyes glance over the brush of the surrounding area, waiting to see what would trouble him. His medallion was quiet, so if it was a monster, it was of the mundane variety. His heightened senses lent him much ability to find the things around him, more so than an average man could possibly imagine. The steady beat of a heart was humming in his ears, and it wasn’t his own. “Come on out. I can hear your breathing.”

[prodigal-ezreal]

Is your muse very emotionally intimate?

Got it down to a science

Oh lords no. The other day I heard a phrase that summed Ezreal’s relationship with intimacy pretty well: he creates the illusion of being open and easy to read by giving lots of information he doesn’t care about sharing, thus keeping the curious ones away from his true self and thus protecting himself under their own assumption that they know him. Ezreal has a few skeletons hiding in the closet, as you might guess, but they are buried deeper than the treasures he looks for and a one night stand (which is typically the intimacy he indulges in, even if it’s with the same people) doesn’t delve deep enough to unearth them. He keeps his heart at a distance from casual intimacy, unless he is really into the person.

Then again, he’s not too talkative about his feelings. Ezreal is a man of action-- though he may not say it, his ways of showing his emotions is through kisses, through meaningful looks, secret smiles and holding the other person close. It’s rare that he gets so soft but him having genuine romantic interest in someone is also rare.

@sanguince

[nilirae]

        ‵   assassination is rampant  enough  through zaun but not many would seek out to hire your  .  .  .  style  .  something  else  brings you here then  ?   ‵

                                           @sanguince​​​​​​            starter call  !  (  you get a mad scientist  )

[insidi]

▲ if you wish to !

@sanguince​    /   snowy rates blogs ! (accepting.)

i fell in love with your blog at first sight tbh, the aesthetics of it overall, the way you organize things (your google docs are so pretty!! and so like. well organized, idk how to say that better than this just like. the information is clear and easy to find AND the docs look super pretty. love that) like your blog is just multimuse done right, and i know i’m not quite at that level with mine yet but you’re definitely one of my inspirations! i really like your writing too and i do hope we can get some threads/interactions started.

[fatebreaking-a]

@sanguince  - Sent in an injury ask.

[ “It hurts to move.” ( from aka.li to ire.lia ! ) ]

“Let me see.” Kneeling beside her partner in crime, Lia reaches her fingers forward. Those calloused fingertips are feather-light, so much softer than her stern, unmoving expression. The great iron wall turns her eyes across the leg of her fake girlfriend, moving her fingers against flesh and listening for any hitches of pain in ‘Kali’s breath. Amber-green eyes turn up from bruise to her partner’s face as she softly exhales, thinned lips parting for what was barely a sigh.

“It seems you pulled a muscle.” With her assessment, she slides a strand or two of hair out of Akali’s face, brushing her thumb against the cheekbone. Her motion is stiff but gentle, hovering so as to not truly cup the cheek but still brimming with concern.

“Let me take you home,” she continues in a soft rumble, exhaling as if to gather her strength for the next word. “Please.”

[thrustandpcrry]

starter for @sanguince

noticing that her breath was creating a small cloud in front of her face as she breathed, fiora pulled up her scarf, tugging her coat tighter to her frame before making her way further down the street. 

even as the sky further turned dark as the last bits of sunlight faded over the horizon, the many lanterns and gas lights dotted along the streets and shophouses lit the way rather well. and while fiora didn’t mind a little window shopping, she wanted to get home before it got darker. 

the duelist was such in a hurry, in fact, that she hadn’t been able to notice the smaller framed woman in her path, resulting in them bumping into each other with little grace. denizens of the surrounding area began to crowd the area, some in awe after noticing the noblewoman, others just there because some form of commotion that just happened. 

“ my apologies. i wasn’t looking forwards. “ fiora was quick to her feet, dusting herself off before offering a hand out to help the other. 

[tuppencetrinkets-a]

@sanguince​ - flora liked for a one liner from geralt.

“Chaos is the same as it's always been.”