Starter for @violashe

Ignatz always loved the story of Saint Seiros. It was no secret that he adored all of the Saints, but there was something different about the stories of Seiros he had heard. She was said to be kind and gentle, though she was the one to defeat Nemesis. 

Every Saint Seiros’ Day, Ignatz would go paint a landscape hoping the Goddess would give him a revelation on the holy day. Of course, he knew that would never happen, but he clung to the false hope that one day the Goddess would appear before him. Easel and canvas in hand, Ignatz left the monastery in search of an incredible view.

Just before he was about to leave the village, a young girl blocked his path.

“Stop right there Nemesis!” The girl pointed her wooden sword at Ignatz. “The great Saint Seiros will defeat you!”

Ignatz tried his hardest not to laugh. Of all the people for her to label as Nemesis, she chose him. He couldn’t help but smile as he knelled down to her level.

“Well... this looks tough. I think I’ll need some backup. Wait right here.” Ignatz did his best to sound like a villain, but made sure it wasn’t too scary. The girl burst into a smile, excited that she found someone to play with her.

I remember one time I was playing Ashe support, and the enemy ADC was mad because I built Ardent. Dunno if it still works, but you could proc Ardent if you took font of life because it healed your allies if they hit people you slowed. I was playing it for fun with my friends anyways, but the enemy ADC was so pressed. She kept going on and on about how getting crit would make me more useful. I was just sitting there like... Girl, if I wanted to be useful I wouldn’t be playing fuckin Ashe support!

Why do people troll? I just had a kid in ranked who immediately to everyone to kill themselves, banned my champion, and picked Ashe support with Smite and Teleport. If I hadn't dodged, it would have  gone downhill from there.

The ball is just as beautiful and entertaining as it is exhausting after several hours, and Ashe is glad to get a moment of respite as he retreats off to the side with a glass of cool water. When he finds a spot to rest and enjoy his drink, he bumps into Ignatz, likely here for the same reason. Ashe greets the bespectacled Deer with a bright smile and a nod of his head, remembering almost in the last minute that he probably should not wave at him while holding a glass full of water. Fun though it can be, he is... very out of his element in this whole social noble stuff, and if he were to take a guess, he would imagine Ignatz might feel similar. Even if, naturally, Ashe hopes that the greenhead isn't uncomfortable or something of that nature. The ball should, hopefully, be a joy for everyone. So, he decides to inquire with some small talk. "How is the ball treating you, Ignatz?" He speaks out after taking a sip of his water. "It can be a little tiring, can't it? I don't know about you, but I'm not used to such huge groups and so much noise all the time... But it's still fun. I hope you're enjoying yourself, too." He lets out a sheepish chuckle, before gesturing with his head towards the tables with the food and drinks. "If you need a refresher, the water they have here is great, both still and sparkling. Really helps recover the energy."

Ignatz was getting a glass of water when he saw Ashe. "Oh... hello Ashe." He greeted, giving a slight wave with his free hand. "The ball has been fun so far, though I am observing from the sidelines." Ignatz never was the type to enjoy events like these, and he was relieved to find another who also felt out of place.

"Though I have met some rather... intresting... people." Ignatz thinks of that new student... was his name Gray... who approached him and made some rather odd remarks about his sketches. "But I'm sure my father will be glad that I am making potential connections that could help his business." Ignatz internally flinched when he mentioned his father. The two had never had the best relationship, but Ignatz was going to the Academy for his sake, not his own.

The former songstress lowly chuckled at his response, she loved seeing how flustered he’d get, from the way he blushed to how  it would trip him up in his words. She stepped up to him and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, a grin playing on her own as she broke away. “You don’t have to tell me, but it’s always nice to hear.” She pressed a finger to his chest and drew it upward, until it reached his chin before she withdrew her hand.