#sera bean

[bushidont]

The songstress pokes his cheek and then goes off to play with Poof - @sera-bean

"Get back here, simp!"

@sera-bean

[tenebriiis-archived]

✏️ For any of my muses

Send in ✏️ and I’ll use THIS (IMPROVED) INCORRECT QUOTE GENERATOR featuring both our muses!

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@thegoldentigress / @the-windweaver / @sera-bean

[tenebriiis-archived]

𝒪𝓃𝑒𝐿𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒞𝒶𝓁𝓁 • @sera-bean

{ ⟡ } — 🙶 Here, my dear. I had brought a couple of Grimoires I was able to find with similarities of your sorcery kind~... There's even a couple of beautiful ritualistic melodies for healing!

— Maybe those could come in handy~? 🙷

[prodigal-ezreal]

Timidly the songstress left a soft kiss on his cheek, on the markings on his face with her face tinted rosy pink. [ @sera-bean ]

The ever running machine of progress stops for no one, even those native to Piltover. Each time Ezreal comes back for an expedition, it feels like he has years of information to catch up on instead of months or even weeks. For example, there was this girl performing on the street with long pink hair and standing —no, floating?— on a platform that had quite a crowd gathered. Curious as he is, Ezreal moved in closer to get a better look, elbowing a few teenagers here and there to break through the mob.

The girl who controls the crowd is tall and lanky, with the wide eyes of a dreamer and the smile of someone who hasn’t been outside the city walls. Still, the beat is pretty catchy, and before he knows it Ezreal is being pushed and pulled by the sea of teens around him jumping and dancing to the beat of the song. Weird, there’s something about the energy those amplifiers give off, like its synching him in with the crowd, attuning to him in some sense. The only other thing he remembers feeling like this is Sona’s musical empathy, that’s able to control a whole theather’s mood by the strike of a cord. This is different, though, as it doesn’t feel like he’s being influenced. Rather... pulled together, more or less.

Eventually, the song ends and the crowd roars around him, and he has the feeling to scream out too! What was her name? Seera fin? Sarah! Senna. Whatever sounds the closest will do.

“Thank you all!” Zera says, throwing kisses and making small reverences to the audience. “You were all breath taking today! As a bonus, I have a little surprise for you!” The crowd explodes in screams and squeals, and if Ezreal’s voice is between them despite having no idea what the singer name’s is, well, call it living the moment. Zera laughs and waits for the people around her to calm down a little before continuing— she knows how long to stretch a moment, she mustn’t be new to this. “Now, who wants to come up here on the stage with me! Raise your hands!”

Now, Ezreal is not a short man. Sure, there are taller people than him, but he’s average! and most of the people around him are not even done with puberty, so he’s got an advantage on the height situation. An advantage that matters not, because the moment Sarah has stopped talking, his vision is absolutely clouded with raised limbs and overexcited teens jumping up and down for a chance! A chance! Ah wouldn’t that be amazing? His hand is up too, obviously. If you are in Noxus do as the Noxians do. Except he’s in Piltover, and he’s Piltovian. Whatever. What’s important is that his gauntlet is an eyecatcher, and Sera finn must think the same, because after making a show of looking through the sea of hands, she calls “you! the one with the bronce augmentation!”

Ezreal perks up when she points at him —he even does the really? me? face and she nods!—- And well, He doesn’t waste no time on showing off. Going through the tightly packed crowd is a pain, so of course he disappears in a flash of light and reappears right next to her on the platform... And almost falls from it instantly. Okay, floating in the air takes more equilibrium than he guessed. Noted.

“Wow! Magic! you are full of surprises! Tell me, what’s your name?”

“Ezreal!”

“Ezreal, great! do you want to sing a song with me?”

The multitude below them sparks up again, eager for another show. But Ezreal raises his hands in mock surrender.

“Oh no, I don’t sing.” He does, he just doesn’t know any of the lyrics! or the melodies. Or the anything. Sandra makes a little pout, and he almost has the heart to tell her the truth. Almost.

“Well, We’ll have to pick somebody else, okay? Don’t feel bad.” Is it normal to feel excitement and confusion at the same time? half the feelings on his chest don’t feel like his own, and it’s hard to see his own heart through the mess. Ezreal nods, though he doesn’t get off the platform. “I’ll still give you a consolation price, okay? Close your eyes...”

For once in his life, Ezreal does as he is told. He can feel the suspense build in the air through alien sentiments, and he thinks he hears the roar of the people below them before he feels a timid peck on his cheek. Jealousy (of himself?), Astonishment, Euphoria, excitement, the crowd overtakes his hearing and his heart and he barely has any idea of where his reaction ends and where the rest of the people’s begin. He barely has any sense to laugh and thank the girl before jumping off the platform, a nebulous image of himself with his eyes closed and the pitch darkness behind his eyelids somehow both consolidating on his mind.

Wow, and he thought what he drunk at Paretha was weird.

@sera-bean

[just-a-wander]

Delighted by his help, Sera left a small peck on his cheek, practically bubbling with excitement. [ @sera-bean ]

Scratch wasn't paying attention when he got surprised attack by a kiss on the cheek a chuckle coming from him as he turned to Seraphine. Shacking his head slightly, she was so different from many of the people he has met in his travels.

“Don't get to excited it could take a long time to fully master your gift.”