#glitterlancing

Taking a bath together Bathing the other ; OPEN 

Nimble digits comb through a wild bush of mauve tresses, gently massaging the mulberry scented shampoo to the roots of the sorceress’ hair. A tongue peeks from the corner of her mouth as she really works in that soap, and when she was satisfied by the result, a triumphant hum could be heard. Tristana’s yellow hues soften at her whimsical companion, that sense of worry gnawing at every corner of her being. . . Lulu hadn’t been taking very good care of herself, and the grand hollowed tree she lived in had flowers, dirt, papers, and the like scattering every inch of the floor.

Truth be told, Tristana had never seen her in such an ill state. . . But what are friends for, if not to pick you off from the ground and dust you off a bit ? In light of things, she still tries to keep a light tone when speaking to her friend. No use in conveying that sense of concern, when all it could do was make things worse for the other.

❝ 𝘚𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰. . . 𝙄 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝘩𝘮 ? ❞

There’s no trace of animosity in her tone, no underlying hint of sarcasm or that she would make fun of the green-eyed yordle for her interests. The gunner’s hand cups some water to lightly wash the suds out of soft curls. Time to wash her arms next.

continued!

A lopsided grin on his face, Gnar spins around once, twice, three times to establish his excitement of the glittery dust! This, of course, causes half of it to fly right back at Pix. Though he fails to notice as he brings his face closer to the faerie, sniffing Pix in greeting before bounding up close to Lulu.

❝ Ovarega! Shawnie shawnie!!! ❞

He searches for a bit before finding it : a small leather pouch. Upon opening the contents, bundles of shiny, glistening rocks and crystals pour out.

The wizard’s yell turns to an exasperated croak of a frog without warning as he poofs and falls to the ground! His hat floating down mere moments afterward, covering the now tiny black frog, orange eyes glowing from under the dark shade.

He knows this magic anywhere. Lulu, as per usual, must be getting revenge on him. He struggles to hop free of his hat, instead opting to crawl out and glare around with annoying croaks to clearly express his anger. 

/* @glitterlancing made a song request */

The worst part about travelling around on foot? When you’re in the middle of fucking nowhere, and a thunderstorm rolls in? You either run your ass off, or hope to each and every god that the tree you hide under doesn’t get struck by lightning.

Send a “💎” and My Muse will state one physically attractive… ; OPEN

❝ 𝘖𝘩, 𝘓𝘶𝘭𝘶 ! 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰, 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 ! 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 - 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 !! ❞

A cheeky grin displays on her lilac features, raising an arm to greet the fae sorceress. For once, Tristana didn’t have Boomer tucked near her at all. . . Which was pretty odd.

⠀⠀❝ 𝘓𝘶𝘭𝘶, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙮 ! ❞

Rolling her shoulders until a satisfying pop is heard, the gunner makes her way to the rosy-hued yordle. A mocking smile is cast towards the grumpy faerie, laughing in amusement when he no longer gives Tristana his attention. Reaching into a pouch tied to her waist, small hands dig around a bit to retrieve what was requested.