The cold breeze seems to shift just a little, as the Sorceress felt someone else stepping into the Rosarium. An uninvited guest at this hour of the night?, how curious. Leaving the scissors peacefully in the basket hanging from her arm, filled with fragrant burgundy blossoms, LeBlanc turns around to face the stranger. A curious glance dancing in her golden hues.

"What a lovely plumage you have, my dear." A compliment never hurts, does it? "Have you come to enjoy the Roses in bloom too?"

“It’s simple, don’t worry! I’ll teach you~” He offered with a smile, a hand reaching out for her to take, palm skyward.

She looked at him then toward his hand, unsure if she should bother. It was not that she couldn't dance, but rather, she wasn't sure if she would be able to learn this one.

First time for everything.

Throw a Pick-Up Line at my Muse and they’ll rate it out of 10. || accepting

«... What do you mean by “exploring”...?»

“When I what~?”

@casarova​ asked:

“I encourage violence.” || Critical Role Sentence Starters

In the matter of a few hours the day had went from relatively normal, to quite odd to say the least. Fang had been in the middle of a hunt in the Archylte Steppe, when she'd, quite literally, bumped into this strange male who was fleeing from a small pack of gorgonopsids.

Having to turn away from the prey she'd been stalking, the huntress shoved the other out of the way and swing her spear at one of the canines— smashing the end of her lance into the side of it's face, causing a harsh whine from the creature. Just another pushover, and nothing that she couldn't easily deal with.

Once she'd killed a few of them, and sent the rest running with their tails between their legs, she finally turned back around. Jade hues were quick to fixate on him, before she sighed and propped her weapon over her shoulder. "You're hardly the first, and definitely won't be the last. After all, everythin' here is fueled by violence. One wrong move, and you're dead."

@casarova​:  Oh look, a box of chocolates from Rakan! With a note stating that they were for her, and to enjoy something sweet for once, since she's so salty.

when word reached her about the gifts that multiple men and women had given her for heartseeker`s day , sarah immediately rolled her eyes at it . this day of love is nothing but another day to her . love was something she had only felt when it came to her parents but never towards another . sarah began sifting through all the shit that came her way . a box of chocolates had familiar handwriting on it ; once she saw who it was from , she immediately read the note and snarled .

Instead her mind is filled with the stolen memories of an entire village, and their last moments. An ear flicks as the birdsong grows louder, closer. Ears perking up Ahri turns towards the sound rubbing at her face and spotting what must be another vastayan and many song birds. She must have arrived at the end of the song and as such can’t tell if it was the vastayan with the bright plumage who was singing or the various birds around. After a few moments of taking stock of the situation Ahri greets him.

“Hello.”

She had to admit, it wasn’t often that Iara had visitors in that corner of her river. Most of the time, it was just her and the fishes who came about and, thanks to her protection, the water was clean to be used for any purpose, to drinking to actually bathing. What she wasn’t expecting, was to wake up and see someone actually bathing in there!

And.... a rather stranger person too. For what she knew, he probably was what was called a Vastaya but she didn’t remember the last time she had actually encountered one. And this one was so colorful! Even with the soaked feathers, she could tell the colors would be very vibrant when dry. Another surprise was being spotted so quickly! Maybe she shouldn’t have left part of her head above the water.