#thecompulsivevirtuoso

[axewhirl]

"Oh, are we complaining about your facial hair today? Oh DO let me join, darling! Not to worry, I usually shave Talon as well so I can absolutely get rid of those lip-pigtails of yours."

❝ ... say, ya enjoy havin' two hands, ya freak ?! ❞

[curtain-cxll]

"You disgust me, you know that?" The woman crossed her arms, the expression that accompanied it was vile. No. Not vile, that didn't do her expression justice. "You share my story, my stage names. my flair and the natural talent for artwork."

"But you are NOTHING like me. Give me one reason why I shouldn't skin you and take both mask and limbs as a trophy?"

"Everything disgusts you." He rolls his eyes, giving her an incredibly bored look. "We share stage names, yes, as well as the style in which we do our work, but our stories are not exact."

He clicks his tongue. "I am not so insecure as to kill my mother for having another child. No, she and my father were alive last I saw. Visited me in Tuula, even. But they are terribly droll and beneath my attention. Not everyone deserves to be my canvas, and my time is limited so I must be incredibly selective with who I give that honor."

"Cease your tantrum. It is because we are so discordant that you've not made an attempt on me nor I on you. You draw inspiration and long for a form of affirmation that could only come from someone who truly understands our art, even if you won't admit it." The man examines his silver hand.

[steel-and-fire]

"You are, Khada?", Igris tilted his head and chuckled.

"Well, youre a sight for sore eyes too~ Nice to see you."

@thecompulsivevirtuoso

[kalijhomentethi]

Slow, calculated footsteps. The flutter of her cloak, the pistol spinning around her index finger as she makes a snap pause, grip caught in her gold-clad grasp. As the woman hummed playfully. "It HAS been a while, hasn't it; Akali? Since you stopped visiting me in prison I supposed it was only fair I came to visit you... Have anything to say to me? Perhaps an apology for carting me off?"

Akali freezes. The way she slowly turns speaks volumes of her disbelief, mask unable to hide the surprise on her face. It's her. It's only a second after that her gaze snaps to the gun. The rogue's hand hesitantly goes to the handle of her kama, hold tight from the sudden onslaught of emotions. Both of them are armed. A match waiting to be struck. One wrong move away from a blazing fire. Flames are uncontrollable and burn. She mustn't forget that.

"Himika, you're... here." This was not how she expected their reunion to go. Though, that's also what she thought when she discovered just who Jhin was. The words directed at her have her flinching despite her best attempts at holding it in.

"That's—They stopped me from visiting you. I broke my way in more than once to see you. Someone must've tipped them off because there were more guards 'round the place the next time I wanted to visit." She takes off the cloth off her face with her free hand, taking a step forward so she could talk more openly with Himika. "I tried to get them to listen to me. Not just Shen and Zed. They don't know you like I do. I did what I could."

[noxianwilled]

There she was again, the Virtuoso. Despite the mask hiding her visage, there was something 'smug' about the way she stood like she was grinning from ear to ear. "Ah, ah! Before you try to toss one of your toothpicks at me, I am here with a message. From a 'mutual acquaintance.'" Slowly the Virtuoso reached underneath her cloak and pulled out a single black rose, which she dramatically chucked in Katarina's direction. "I am to tell you: That her offer still stands, darling. You should know what that's referring to."

— @thecompulsivevirtuoso

Katarina is not caught unawares by the Virtuoso's arrival; and, quite predictably, the assassin had no interest in entertaining her with conversation before answering sharply, steel readied.

"I would say tell her my answer hasn't changed," The Virtuoso's request is little incentive to stop, the first blade aimed not to kill but merely graze the mask. The black rose is met with the dramatic disdain of being pushed away with the sole of her boot. "But perhaps killing the messenger will send a more clear message."

[mercless]

Wordlessly moves to sit on their lap, wraps arms around their neck. Nuzzles head against their shoulder. Loud whining.

There is no rush to pause their reading as she finds a seat; although eyes continue to scan the scribbles on the parchment held in one hand, the other is sure to find a hip to rest upon once Khada is comfortable. Her sweet perfume is quick to fill their nostrils, especially as dark strands come to rest just beneath their chin. Tilting their head to the side, Talon's cheek gently rests on her crown as their hand comfortingly rubs her back. No matter what was irking the artist, they would be here for her.

Placing the paper lightly down on the table to their side, Talon turns their undivided attention to her now. Idly moving long, silky strands through rough fingers to lay them across her back, rhythmic breaths are taken while the only sounds between them were her complaints. But when there was a long enough pause, a quiet rumble leaves their lips. "What's troubling you?"

[axewhirl]

"You're telling me we have to share the same flag? How... quaint."

' ya got draaaven sharin' yer colors. ain't'cha lucky. '

[steel-and-fire]

S - “Shouldn’t you be spending more time with me?” 

The horned vastaya leaned his chin on his hands, wathing the woman with a gaze full of intent, mischievously pleased.

"I wonder~ Guess you were truthful after all, you do like my company that much~" He giggled, seemingly quite happy by her words. He got up, walked over to Khada and moved his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him in an intimate way..

"Maybe i should, indeed. The time together is pleasing for me as well.. So, what would my little princess want from me?~ Dinner? A walk? Theater night? Or maybe some alone time?"