superior tactics, iron will.

❝ it would be the case if my older brother did not have this ‘ soft ‘ heart of his. ❞

cue awkward, long silence.

"Hm..." He leans in again, lips brushing at her neck, "are you sure you can keep this up?"

iron patience and demeanor are traits she grew up with and quite in fact, are currently her weapons before his gentle treatment. with her vision being tunneled towards a specific idea, she maintains the stubborn stance by reaching up to caress his left cheek, unfazed.

Closes the distance, barely any space between their lips. There's a grin, even. She asked for entertainment, didn't she?

she fails to resist the urge to roll her eyes, also throw a bit of ‘ punishment ‘ at him for displaying such a playful demeanor. albeit the so-called punishment is a mere mockery since she only curls her long fingers of one hand on his clothed sides for some painless pinching.

❝ . . your sense of entertainment is quite in fact, bizarre. ❞

"Hello.."

You want to grab a coffee with me?

‘ Tianna looked out over the assembly, assessing the gathered ranks. The only sound in the square was her banner snapping in the breeze. 

She gave a curt nod of approval, then lifted the banner with a shout. 

leona would die to have tianna look at her like that js.

❝ . . and here i thought i could feel a bit of relief reaching this age. ❞