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the side-eye she gives toward the man's cigar is nothing if not blatantly obvious. not that Qiyana cares much about hiding her distaste for it.

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𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 and all of your fears will be gone till tomorrow, have no regrets and live for the day in nancy's harbour café booms in the background, as sailors, mercenaries and cutthroats sing in drunken unison, making it hard to understand what the bearded man is saying.

luxanna pricks up her ears and squints her eyes trying to decypher the words through the noise, and when she finally picks up on the pet name (gross) and the remark (false), she huffs and crosses her arms on her chest.

“i don't recall asking for your opinion, kind sir,” she responds with sarcasm and irritation, knowing all to well she's been through hell and back in demacia, and because she survived, there's nothing that'll stop her from her goals now. “but as my curiosity is piqued, what makes you think that, hmm?”

❛  i’m  calling  it  the  reckoner.  ❜  her latest sniper rifle, a nasty assortment of distant death. the last thing they’ll never see. it even has an auto targeting system.  ❛  sales  are  negotiable,  but  non-refundable.  ❜

@endlines​​:  ‘  what’s  a  bit  more  blood  ?  ’ for vayne :3c

❝    A macabre topic so early in the morning, don’t you think?    ❞

Shauna eyed the other over her teacup. She looked tired, as if she hadn’t slept well  —  but truthfully she was just tired, in general. Years upon years of hunting beasts, and now her own “ allies ” as it were, had taken its toll on her, unfortunately, still mortal body and as much as she wished to hide it, the cracks in the walls she had spent decades building around herself were now coming to light.

She took a moment to enjoy a sip of her tea while it was still warm. Then, putting her cup down on the table, she folded her hands in her lap and sat up proper. What’s a bit more blood? In all honesty, when it came to the creatures of darkness  —  and yes, that even being her turned comrades  —  Shauna had never felt much besides relief when killing.

❝    In any case, I have no qualms killing if it means we save lives in doing so. Blood is only a comfort  —  if it bleeds, that means it has a weakness.    ❞

Yes, she had no issues talking about such topics over breakfast. Her mind was already there, and Malcolm’s inquiry had only given voice to her thoughts. Though, as much as she did not mind talking about blood and killing over the breakfast table, she was still taking her time finishing her cup of tea. It was just about the only thing that reminded her of her childhood, of better times. And despite what she might say, Shauna lamented her younger days still.

Eventually she did finish her drink, and she stood from her chair and regarded Malcolm for the first time since he’d come up to her.

❝    We have work to do.    ❞

UNPROMPTED.

unprompted ask // always accepting !!   ❝ pit fightin', huh ?? respectable business, partner. ever considered packin' up shop 'n movin' to bilgewater ?? ❞ flicks the ash from the cigar between his fingers, head tilting in curious observation. pit fighting in IONIA ... not something graves would ever expect to see, but the thought amuses him nonetheless. ❝ might suit your needs a lil' better, anyhow. nothin' bilgerats love more than beatin' the snot out of each other. ❞ ( @endlines​ )

he    was    the    selfish    prick    in    the    world    he    conceived    from    naught    but    smithereens    of    the    desire    for    vengeance    and    the    yearning    to    satiate    his    wrath    ⸻    a    world    that    sought    to    render    others    into    hell's    version    of    sleeping    beauty,    a    fairy    tale    edged    with    a    promising    future...    only    to    be    cut    short    if    bravery    and    strength    were    not    part    of    the    repertoire.    mayhap    his    fairy    tale    had    been    entangled    in    the    tongues    of    those    who    witness    the    carnage,    mayhap    it    came    from    the    coffin    of    those    who    never    truly    made    it    to    the    very    top    of    the    food    chain...    whatever    the    source    of    it    was,    it    amused    the    half-beast    who    was    now    calmly    conversing    with    the    newcomer.

Shauna’s footsteps were silent like those of a cat’s, making her way through crowds of people flocking to the most lively place at this time of the night  ━  the inn. She stopped in her tracks, looking around before she lowered her red-tinted glasses just a tad so that she may get a proper look at her surroundings. Perhaps she had come in vain? If she could not locate her target soon, she’d have to resume searching another time. Spiders did so like to retreat into their hidey hole come sunlight. Or well, she knew that this one did.

She decided to give this hunt one last chance before she would stop for the night. And as such, she pushed her glasses back into place and went up to the nearest person.

❝    Have you seen a woman clad in all black, with eyes like amber, walk past here tonight? If so, which way did she move?    ❞

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🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

Devan is absolutely terrified of what will happen to the world - and to Lissandra - when the Watchers break free. So under these circumstances? They would wish for Lissandra to be powerful enough to control and overpower them and win, for her plans to come to fruition and the world to no longer have this horrifying and unknowable threat loom over it. For Lissandra to reign over the world as its saviour, loved and feared for her brilliance. By everyone.

🤥 LYING - are they a good liar? do they have tells to show they're lying?

Devan has spent a majority of their life lying, now. To those they genuinely take care of, those that respect them as a priest of the Three Sisters, and of what the Frostguard truly do. But there is one show that they have not been able to get rid of; before they lie, their lips purse together. This is quickly followed by either a patronizing smile, or opening their mouth with their practiced answer. Sometimes it is not even noticeable, beneath their helmet.

a  gift  is  not  expected     (     harmonica  and  playing  card  from  one  half  of  the  pair  was  surely  the  end  of  birthday  offerings     )     beyond  an  extension of  well  wishes.     but  truly,     what  is  a  name  day  without  a  cake     ?     he  takes  the  pastry  in  one  hand  and  coin  purse  in  another.     “     thank  you     !     ”     nunu  chirps,     taking  a  moment  as  though  to  deliberate  over  whether  to  study  the  pouch  first  or  eat  the  cupcake  before  doing  so.     it’s  a  dilemma,     that  is  certain.