twilightsveil replied to your post: “Oh so that’s it? No one’s gonna do shit with me?...
Thats the true april fools
“Are you bullying my son?”
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twilightsveil replied to your post: “Oh so that’s it? No one’s gonna do shit with me?...
Thats the true april fools
“Are you bullying my son?”
It would seem some unruly prankster ATTEMPTED to do something judging by the box on Cassiopeia's vanity, but instead her room appears to be entirely spotless- cleaner than it has ever been. Rings are arranged by color and size, necklaces are untangled and the bed is made without a single crease in it. Some rose hip incence appears to be burning on the table, and a faint mew comes from the box on the vanity.
How…cruel?
She huffs, hands on her hips, as she surveys the space, utterly bemused. Well, at least it was a nice change from the other semi-disasters. If this was meant to be a prank, she could settle for this sort of treatment more often.
Her attention snaps to the box at that tiny mewl, and her brows furrow as she slips closer, cautiously opening the box - and tutting under her breath, sliding careful fingers under the kitten’s underbelly and lifting it up. “Well, aren’t you sweet?” she murmurs.
Fuzzy things weren’t really her taste, but she wasn’t about to abandon an innocent creature, either. Her babies would just have to learn to deal with a fluffy sibling.
"Nothing can save you, now."
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The world swivels on its side, a glass marble running off the table enslaved to the whims of gravity. Unbalanced. Brow occupies itself with confusion, registering a clear mismatch between the words of the kunoichi and the understanding Irelia believed she held with Akali.
“Am I to be the next leaf pruned from the tree, Fist of Shadow?”