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ask game. 23. what scented candle does This Man (harry du bois) smell like to you

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[ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender whispers something in receiver’s ear: canon verse

--- The mage glanced over the village quietly, noting the various healers working diligently to fix the wounded. His eyes hadn't the best sight but he could still make her out, The Defiant Blade. The one who had severed the Grand General's arm --the one who had turned the tides of this accursed war. Robin lifted his hood to cover his pale hair as he made his way across the burnt town over to her, his cloak catching the light, the embroidery shining like angel's raiments. The sounds of the dying echoed in his ears, they had won the battle but how many had fallen?

"Miss Irelia - " he would not bother with titles, when was the last time she was treated as a person rather than a war hero - a weapon? Robin swept close and cupped his hand over his mouth by her ear, his voice low, "I know where the Noxian camp is, you may not believe me but I wander these woods often...I have found their pattern."

— @witchcraftandburialdirt

Smoke lingers in the air, despite Ionia's efforts to cleanse it with gentle breeze. The fires have subsided, yet the destruction would not be so easily swept away; ash and rubble litter the ground, where the landscape is not dotted by the injured and those who tend to them.

This is the part of the work she can do little to aid with, only capable of tending to simpler wounds and injuries, skills picked up in her time with the resistance before she had taken to fighting. No one expects her to do it now — it's not why she is here. Irelia had been one of those who rushed to protect the village and kill the invaders that had attacked it (not swiftly enough to prevent casualties, she considers, heavy-hearted as always). At least their spirits could rest knowing those responsible had paid with their lives; and, hopefully, that the rest of the noxians would pay with their blood soon enough as well.

Their eyes and whispers follow her more closely than she would like, and the dancer makes a conscious effort to mind each step, each word (each person that reaches out, that greets her, that has anything to say at all). There is hope in their eyes when they look at her. There are dead and dying and more injured than she can count, and yet they look at her as if her presence is a blessing.

It leaves her terrified, that something so fragile and precious is dedicated to her like that.

The cloak is what catches her eye first, a flicker of light and brightness; beautiful, and out of place in the destruction surrounding them. The girl realizes soon enough the hooded figure is making its way to her, and turns her attention to them instead (the sounds aren't easily drowned out; someone screams in pain, a second voice sobs desperately over immeasurable loss — so many last breaths and pained gasps, so much sorrow and grief and death, always death, the only thing that seemed to ever follow in Noxus' wake).

The greeting, surprisingly common, is welcome in its simplicity; he does not speak to her as an object of worship, a bearer of salvation. It feels like a lifetime since she had been just Irelia. The man leans closer, the whisper matter-of-factly. By the accent, he is not Ionian, but his words do not sound like the clumsy attempts of the noxians at her language either. Her blue eyes study him only for a moment; someone older and wiser and prepared for war may have been more cautious, yet she did not have the luxury of any of that.

She could at least call upon other warriors to accompany her... but these people needed protectors. Some of the highest officers amidst noxian forces had already fallen by her own blades at the Placidium; she could deal with it on her own. They would be dead, and Ionia would be safer.

"Show me," is the simple request. "I will hear what you have to say."

#» in character — ⌜the blade dancer.⌟#ohhhhh young irelia during the war i'm eating this up #thanks egg #might be a bit naive for her to just. be like 'yeah lets go' but well #she is a teenager with too much power and too little guidance and too much eagerness to get rid of noxians #kajndsfkjsafnd

🐯 for both Rudy and Clyde?

🐯Roles are reversed (they are now the whumper), what do they do?

If Rudy had a pet they would be spoiled out of their mind. Like, literally the most spoiled pet out there - could walk all over Rudy if they wanted to. And he'd be totally fine with it. I can't see him having more than one though, just really really attached to that one.

Clyde would... honestly be like Mason (minus the trainer part). Same structure of rules and expectations and required respect, and also same gray caretaker line.

#thanks egg #rudy and clyde #pet whump asks

Everytime i see someone/a drawing with half-fingered gloves i think of "and do those cloves have holes for the thumbs? Oh you naughty girl"

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hey goby

1. First impression: i thought you liked this thing that i didn’t like so i didn’t trust you and then i found out you didn’t like and i thought that maybe you were cool and then you started sending me mean asks about my taste in food and i realized that you’re not cool at all but i still did KINDA 👀 like you

2. Truth is: you have terrible taste in food but you also have some redeeming qualities :/

3. How old do you look: i am pretty sure i have seen what you look like but i am terrible at remembering faces so in my mind you look like that girl from game of thrones so maybe around 21?

4. Have you ever made me laugh: yeah you’re pretty funny

5. Have you ever made me mad: you disappoint me whenever you call theo lazy (yeah it’s true but we don’t talk about it)

6. Best feature: i have a feeling you have really beautiful hair and i like your name

7. Have I ever had a crush on you: no

8. You’re my: friend that surprised me a bit

#ask #ladyshadowqueen #faye #thanks egg