motherly love

A mother's love knows no bounds

independent , low activity , heavily headcanon based rp blog for sett's mother from league of legends

“Sorry Ma… I broke it on the way out the other day,” his eyes glanced elsewhere, recalling how he’d bumped into the table the cup and the rest of the tea set lived, happily at that, till Sett barreled out the front door. It makes him cringe inwardly, blinking away the memory. “Thought I coulda fixed it but-- it don’t look too good; I could get ya a new set instead, if ya want?” Offering a small smile to her.

AT first there is a moment of concern that paints her face. whenever her son would approach her in such a way she was quick to note something had happened. even with his stature much larger than it once was all those years ago she still recognized these things almost instantaneously. the furrow on her brow and the sensation of momentary panic a mother always had when faced with her beloved child in such a manner lasted up until her eyes fixated on the cup.

there was a sigh, brief but full of the utmost relief, as she'd seen it wasn't anything too serious. the first thing she noticed was the efforts her son had put toward trying to piece it back together, but the next thing she looked for were any possible cuts and scraped upon his person from the darn thing. cups could be easily replaced, but there was only one settrigh that existed in this world. heri could never even begin to fathom the pain such an idea of losing him would bring.

but it was enough for worrisome what ifs and for now she focused on the present. with a huff of a low laugh she extended both of her hands to cup either side of her son's face and gave him a smile so tender and warm and full of every ounce of love she held for her child as to bring ease.

" oh, you silly boy." there came another chuckle as she removed her hands and using her index finger--careful to not use her claws--and poked his nose every so briefly. " i'm just relieved you aren't hurt. "

she then paused to laugh once more with a slight nod of her head to follow suit. " how about we go shopping for once together? that way it will make the new set all the more special as it will be one we picked out together? "

i come bearing my unending train of thought that wound up thinking abt sett's character & his ma to a bit of degree. all under readmore bc hah

dormiveglia

in italian, dormiveglia means half asleep; it's that short period of time right before waking up. if you got this result, i feel like perhaps you're not too keen on belonging here. is there a world you've created all by yourself, where you're happier? you're a professional daydreamer, head full of fairytales and gaze deeper than the ocean. you're probably into reading, into finding anything that would help your mind escape. you remind me so much of a cat sleeping on a windowsill, undisturbed. i hope you find your place in this world, too.

surprisingly... it isn't difficult to discern who she is. by face alone, they recognize her almost instantaneously. her picture is kept on the bedside table of the bedroom they share with Sett; her photograph often inspires a softer smile Solstice sees only when Sett gazes upon her. but her presence brings to light an uncomfortable realization of the conversation they'd just been having with one of the fighters in Sett's pit. a burly, hardy man who'd heard everything by sheer accident and been... well. curious. now it appeared that she might've heard the news accidentally as well, and Solstice can feel the tension seize their limbs with a mixture of shock and uncertainty. ❝ ahm... u-um. you... you didn't hear what i said, right? ❞ that they were pregnant and Sett happened to be the culprit for that. gosh, what was she even doing in the outskirts of the city like this anyway? for that matter, what wass Solstice even doing in the outskirts? they had no place questioning her choices were their own were nothing to turn your nose up at. ❝ gods... oh gods. i... i don't think sett's told you yet, has he? ❞ oh boy, here we go.

A gentle smile that seems as if a permanent fixture on her face graces the woman's features accompanying a low hum. ever the observant woman she had feeling something was amiss and thus her stroll brought her to the outskirts in search of what this odd feeling brought about. such a feeling as the ones she had each day she'd greet her son in his youth with new injuries she would clean and bandage up. thus a short stroll turned into a long one that found her way here. all was following feeling and the low mumblings of words she'd catch here and there. a mother would pretend to not catch things not brought her way but she wasn't one to shy away from noting something off.

the figure before her with the seemingly skittish presence earned a slight tilt of her head yet her smile remained. she allowed them to speak as she waited for those words to be spoken. even the tone and pauses gave sign that this was what brought her here. she did her best to hide a small chuckle that wished to break past her lips. it was quite adorable to wait and listen. reminiscent of her son in his younger years, heri waited a moment to compose herself before she extended a hand ever so gently, making certain to be wary of her claws, and giving the other a gentle pat on the arm as if for reassurance.

The poro immediately snuggles up. Is entirely unaware that her claws might be a problem, has not considered this. Of course, one poro snuggling up means more poros are attracted, and now there are many poros, all trying to snuggle. Clearly, they approve of her.

Are poros. Give snuggles! And love! Happy poros. Have missed!