#incaendia

@incaendia : "I'll be sure to stand at least eight feet back. Fire and ice aren't a good mix - I'd hate to accidentally singe one of your works here..."

      𝐓𝐡𝐞  𝐚𝗿𝘁𝐢𝘀𝘁  𝐝𝐢𝐝  𝐥𝐢𝘁𝘁𝐥𝐞  𝘁𝐨  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐥  𝐡𝐞𝗿  𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝗿𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐚𝐛𝐨𝘂𝘁  𝘁𝐡𝐞  𝐨𝘁𝐡𝐞𝗿'𝘀  𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝘀𝐢𝐨𝐧.      Pale  crimson  hues  shot  an  unreadable  look  towards  Karma  before  returning  to  her  sculpture.  It  would  melt  anyway,  in  time.  Truth  be  told,  it  was  somehow  endearing   —   to  have  her  speak  her  concerns  should  she  step  closer   —   should  she  ruin  her  work  by  accident.

       ❝  Utterly  thoughtful, ❞      the  freljordian  began  just  when  the  silence  started  to  get  uneasy,       ❝  Are  you  running  so  hot  they  would  melt  by  your  mere  presence   ?   You  would  miss  the  details,  standing  over  there. ❞

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The Shaman turned his gaze towards the Enlightened One as she rested upon him, a smile then appearing slowly over his bearded face.

The Spirit Walker remained still and seated as a hand lifted from his own lap and settled upon her own.

" Caitlyn won't let me tell bad pick up lines to you, duchess... "

sapphire: if everyone my muse knew was hanging off a cliff and they could only choose three to save, the rest certainly dying, who they would choose

I am going to answer as if my Irelia has no interactions with anyone. Although I definitely have had relationships in the past since it’s been a while since I’ve actually rped with anyone I’m just going to assume blank slate.

I’m also going to only use currently alive people. She would obviously choose her family if that wasn’t the case.

Karma, Soraka, and a guardswoman named Theia. Theia fought with Irelia in the Noxian invasion, and they’ve been friends for almost ten years. She’s the closest Irelia has to a sister. She’s a sword fighter from Shon-Xan, with short black hair and a playful temperament. I imagine she looks similar to So.oyoung from SN/SD.

zoisite: does my muse believe everything’s going to work out for them in the end or not?

Ionian tradition likes to preach that life naturally sorts itself out, so when good things happen bad things will follow, and vice versa. But after the invasion, Irelia stopped believing in that sort of karma. She has to take her destiny into her own hands, else tragedies like that will continue.

💖: Zed is a man who has trouble expressing his feelings. He almost never would say ‘I love you’ to someone, but there are other ways in which one can know he does. He would look for his partner’s company for the simple pleasure of being with them. Share little touches and looks, gestures. He would be generally gentler than usual, able to show the facets of the man behind The Master of Shadows, because he would love only someone who he can trust. Maybe he would call his significant other with a special name, but that would be if he is feeling specially sappy and in private moments.  

A part of Zed regretted to have left the armour behind the moment Karma’s finger went over his chest, slowly descending over his tunic. Despite the barrier of the fabric, the touch felt suggestive and intense, as if he was wearing nothing at all, but also dangerous, like she was running a knife over his skin.

That’s how things seemed to be with Karma; a game of attraction and repulsion. One that promised gain and loss at equal parts. One that the Duchess seemed determined to lead and win, always breaking through Zed’s walls as if she owned them. 

The Master of Shadows said nothing, but the magic in him stirred uneasily under his skin, trying to reach the one in Karma’s like a hungering beast. It would be easy to grab her by the wrist and twist it, and a part of Zed desired to do so, to prove that he was not a toy for her to play with.

But he also enjoyed that game. The teasing, the hidden danger, the possible outcomes. It was thrilling in a way that awakened things that Zed believed dead in him. 

He took a step forward, approaching her as he lifted a hand to her shoulder, caressing down to her arm. He knew he was playing with fire, but a few burns didn’t scare him. He had taken worse.