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[coragio-archive-blog]

tenebrousheart replied to your photo::}

did you change your shading style for this piece? 0: it looks fab as always luv <3

yup! i tried a new thing in which i do more detailed shading-y and make the shading more painting-y than the usual block color aha

and thank you !! im so happy you noticed ehe  (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

[bladesurgence]

@tenebrousheart

  diana is tired; enough so that she barely hears the voice from above as pale fingers curl into the edges of her cloak. it is surprisingly chilly here, and she blames it on the proximity to the sea; that wretched beast that so drained her in the day and twisted her stomach like a goat chewing on grass. this star-freckled night made her feel calmer, indeed, but it did nothing for her physical state. it had been a long journey, one she had only allowed herself a few hours of rest to recuperate from before starting her walk into the darkness.

  she fixes the stranger with a frown, though it may be clear that such is not so birthed from irritation as it is exhaustion.

  (she was even paler than usual, but determined that she not stay here long enough to waste a day or worse – travel in the ionian sun.)

  “no.” she says, crisply, hesitating as usually-perceptive eyes failed to glean anything from the appearance of the one before her. she could not tell beggar from priest. “i travel more happily under the moon.”

  (at that moment, however, it would be kind to call her countenance miserable.)

     “Then you will find yourself traveling alone for miles. And no matter how nocturnal your behavior may be, it will not save you significant time nor effort.”

     Despite the relative nonchalance, Irelia can sense their weariness refusing to emerge from their determination. She wagers their pilgrimage important enough to travel under such strange conditions, so it must fall in their interests to reach their destination quicker.

     She cannot gleam more than a few features from the vagabond’s concealed attire, though she does note of ivory skin as haunting as the moonlight under which they sojourn.

     “Would you be an attendant of the Blood Moon festival, too?”

[limitlvss]

@tenebrousheart piques her interest...

“Perhaps it was rude of me to come without a greeting,” her voice booms, yet her tone is very well the essence of a girl much curious, much amused to find herself a temple on these mountains. It is by luck, really, that she sees it on her way from flying in the skies.

“But I would like to know what you worship, before I give you my name.”

[limitlvss]

drags syndra down to the floor by her ankles and sits underneath her.

Simply scouring the archives within the temple, she soon feels a tug on her ankles. Not that she couldn’t fight against it, but she knows those hands all too well. Playing along with the Lunari, she drops down to Diana’s laps in an instant, settling against the other with her head leaned on shoulder. 

“What a strong warrior you are,” she coos, finger teasing the line of her jaw.

[bladesurgence]

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character attraction | accepting

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a/n: it turns out, people who come down from Mount Targon are really hot!

[thesxmmersword]

@tenebrousheart must be thanked for literally completing my heart and soul by showing me the wonder of Heather Peace, just completing my... gay... gay heart... ilu

[vanuzza]

[ whispers loudly ashe + rainy sky ]

More like, snowy sky ♥  Thank you for the request @tenebrousheart ♥ !

[embodiedvoid-blog]

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There was an... area of interest that caught the Voidborne’s attention on a few different levels, that being this “mountain” he’d head of. Visiting for him was easy, for Zor’Rak could take the crow’s flight route, not needing to traverse the dangerous paths to it. However, he did notice a woman where no humans probably ought to be, leaving from the direction of the mountain. She stood out to him in that she was... so very white. Among dark greens, she was a pale silver.

Stopping on the air, the parasite eyed this woman before glancing in the direction of the mountain. If she were leaving it, perhaps she would know information he could use for this terrain, or maybe other things he would like to know about - which was damn near anything worth knowing in this world. He had much to learn still, after all.

Flying down to be more level with this woman, Zor’Rak stopped in her path - not directly in it, but further down to where she could see him before she would be anywhere close to actually coming toe-to-toe with him. He thought it perhaps best for both of their safeties, given the woman’s metal clothing, which he’d come to learn as a very distinctive mark of a warrior. “You, are you of the mountain?”