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Darius doesn’t like Varus very much. He wasn’t personally a part of the Ionian invasion but Ionia is still his enemy because they are an enemy of Noxus. And vice versa, he knows that Varus has a grudge against Noxus so the feeling is mutual.
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"I really miss my wife."
➸ Scowl; with a cramped aching chest as she accepted the few words cascaded from his lips. His (wife) – washed with wrong. Ashe ingested that gut-wrenching feeling & stalled before speaking. ❝ .. I’m sorry. ❞
Could an apology fix what was beyond repair; was what was left worth to salvage?
“Vengeance... something we have in common then,” the Fist chuckled, making sure to stay a ways away from the man before her. His eyes held something dark and somewhat menacing. She did not trust those eyes.
“Though, I can see that it has consumed you. Will I become like you once I become too enamoured in my own quest of revenge? Or will I achieve my goal and everything would turn for the better?”
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"What's happened to you?"
“What’s happened to me..?” A brow arched, a confused look planted on her face. It was true that she’s been spending more time in Noxus, but she didn’t think that time spent there changed her in anyway, at least not this time. She was still just as cheery and optimistic as usual. “Whatever do you mean, Varus?”
"Don't just stand there, you idiot!"
VILLAINOUS SENTENCE STARTERS.
“This is your fight.” Muddy eyes stare forward with utter lack of interest. “It’s hardly my place to intervene. In fact, isn’t your grudge against Noxians? Why don’t you take a shot at me, then?”
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➸ FOREHEAD; a soft kiss to signify friendship – on her toes as she lacked height to Varus.
Tired 3am Tumblring led me to mass-read through your hemomancer RPs/character building and it's all so amazing. It really looks like you enjoy what you do, and you are so ridiculously talented at it, tons of fun to read through. Please keep doing what you do so well.
omg ... thank you so much! I admit I’m loving this M!A like all the other ones I’ve had (I get way too invested in them lbr) and ... yeah I’m really enjoying myself so I’m glad that you’re enjoying it as well! thanks so much for the compliment!
Dare!
Send me “Dare!” and I’ll generate a dare for my muse to do.
1. Swap clothes with the person who sent you the dare.
–– "Hey, ya gotta give me your pants too!" ... "Whaddya mean those aren't pants?"
The naked [ as if being naked meant something to his kind ] and now confused monkey stared at the tendrils that made up the archer's.. 'not-pants'. Little time was spent trying to figure out the other's irregularities before Wukong just shrugged it off, then looked down to the article of clothing that had been handed to him.
It was a scarf. A long scarf. Red, too.
[ If he questioned Varus about the color, he bet that the archer's response would be 'the blood of my enemies'. Just the thought made him chuckle under his breath. ]
The cloth wasn't too hard to figure out. Grabbing it at one end, he began tossing it over his shoulder. Then again. Then again. Again. How long is this thing anyways? Tossing it around his shoulder became a mindless pattern at this point. Over, and over, and... Wait, there we go.
After reaching the other end of the scarf, the Monkey King proudly stuck his head from the mass of fabric that surrounded it. "How do I look?" he asked with a grin, as his gaze returned to Varus. However, his grin began to fade as he discovered horrendous mistreatment of his armor. "Hey! Don't you dare scratch that!"
