#heronaught

        a daze passes through jinx’s eyes like a blurred star fall , sleepiness clinging to the ends of her lashes - weighted a quarter over ruby orbs. long nights , long long nights with the new star guardian team in town.  seamless bickering , questions that toiled into a space between exasperation and disbelief , and she was not ashamed to admit that it was all white noise to her. she struggles even now to not let the sounds of poppy’s voice muddle into a stream of noise. the tugs of her scarlet hair from her scalp are pleasant ( soothing )  though. 

                                      @heronaught​ said: arm wrastlin time boy

“ look.. you’re real cute, so it hurts me to be this honest, but if i arm wrestled you i’d probably throw you across the room. “ he sneers, mostly accidentally, at the thought of his magic pumped arm flinging her against the wall.

"A yordle?", The revenant gritted his teeth. They were always trouble.

an in-depth nsfw meme / accepting.

if it’s wanted: returns the favor, teases a little, flirts back. holds extended eye contact with the person if they’re in an engaging conversation. may try to close some of the distance so there is a fleeting sense of contact between their bodies. she wants their attention, after all.

FOR EVERY @ I GET, I HAVE TO TAG SOMEONE I LOVE/LOOK UP TO!  l accepting. please send me more

heronaught - i have not talked to them very much at all, however they helped me out of a financial situation / get back on my feet after being homeless - me. a COMPLETE stranger. and i’ll be honest, it made me have some more hope for the world. it was incredibly kind and i think about it a lot. 

shurima-demigod. - GOD I WOULD DIE FOR THEM !!!!!! ACTUAL ANGEL W AMAZING HUMOR !!!!!! MY BF N I PLAY LEAGUE WITH THEM AND IF UR NOT FOLLOWIN EM UR A FUCKIN FOOL ILL TELL U WHAT

ask-syndra - i will be in love w their portrayal until i fuckin DIE. they nvr fail to make me laugh. a god send

I tried, therefor I cannot be blamed // always accepting

   On a nearly unreachable peak of Mount Targon, the sun struggles to shine.

   The crack of her sparring sword resounds far too closely to Leona’s head to prove comforting; she can feel it in the slide of the dirt beneath her boots that she’s losing ground, and from the straining of her muscles, tensed to the point of aching, she can also deduce that she will not be regaining it.

   When Leona is pitted against Vasili, the outcomes almost never vary; she will get close, so close, to forcing him to the ground and keeping him there, but he is an expert at extorting weaknesses Leona never even knew she had. In a few seconds, she’d taste the dirt and walk home sore and blue.

   With the remnants of her dwindling leverage, Leona shoves against the pressure keeping her sword hovering just over her brow, pushing Vasili back enough so that she gains the room to sweep the handle of the sword behind his knees. He is no novice, however, and is aware of the weakness he’s exposed to her; even as his back collides with the ground, Vasili uses Leona’s forward momentum against her. With her head dipped forward, it isn’t difficult for Vasili the bring the hilt of his sword against Leona’s helmet.

   And though she is the sun, Leona sees stars.

   Vasili doesn’t bother to pin her like a win in training usually requires - it seems arbitrary when it takes Leona a good minute just to summon the strength to accept his outstretched hand. He hauls her to her feet, and Leona forces herself to remain steady even when her knees shake and she blinks sweat out of her eyes.

   “Healer!” Vasili calls over his shoulder. “ The Chosen is bleeding.”

   Leona is confused for just a moment as the healer rushes over, only realizing what Vasili means when she brings her fingers to her aching head and discovers that it’s blood clouding her vision, not sweat. The overly-anxious medic leaves Leona with just a bit of cloth to staunch the bleeding after the Chosen, with her wounded head and further wounded pride, waves her away. Vasili she allows to accompany her to the edge of the sparring area, and she unceremoniously dumps herself into the grass with her hand still holding the previous flow of crimson at bay.

   “It was a strong move,” Vasili tells her. “If you had kept your balance even, the match would have been yours.”

   Leona nods, careful not to upset the delicate balance she’s struck with the wound beneath her fingers. “I will not forget it for next time.”

   Vasili tilts his head to the side, the reproachful look his only reply.

   Leona sighs, focused now on the rust-colored stain on her glove.

   “I’m to lead them, Vasiliou. If I am to succeed, I cannot forget anything.”

   He only claps his hand over her shoulder, the best thing anyone could have done for her. It seems fitting to her that the sun, the real sun, should grace them now, spreading its waning rays over the temple before it set for the night.

   “You won’t,” he assures her. “You will be the leader the Solari need.”

@dark-star-urgot-and-friends @heronaught