#kaela

Daisy sets down a present in front of Kaela’s apartment before knocking and scurrying away.

Kaela seems to be extremely happy with both gifts. Yes. Even the poison.

Her father knows her very well- i suppose.

Earlier this week I officially hit the 10 year mark for playin' my Deadeye / Thief, Kaela Shadowpaw! :3c

For now, hope you have fun with my Monarch's take on Kaela. It's quite challenging since I'm not well acquainted with them and more of a Naja supporter~~

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The Monarch twirls a wooden pen between their fingertips while a small, delicious treat rests on the other hand. Their eyes wander across the ridiculously, large table, watching Kaela sift through the documents. Warm light streams through the glass windows, underlining Kaela’s soft curvature, wrapped in colored robes and the ever-present gloves that adorn their hands.

Serious, quiet. 

While the Monarch has yet to catch a glimpse of Kaela’s eyes, they could imagine the politician’s sharp gaze scrutinizing every line, every number, every word on the sheet with the same scrutiny reserved for their interlocutors. Not letting the slightest, potentially detrimental detail slip through while carrying themselves with unwavering grace.

Still, the Monarch couldn’t help but wonder if Kaela has ever glanced their way since entering this room. Let alone notice the past stolen glances the Monarch has been casting in their direction since they first met. 

The Monarch did offer to help with work, claiming the need to relearn their responsibilities after years of enslavement. But they didn’t spent hours carefully choosing this outfit- fit enough to accentuate their physique, modest yet exuding allure- only to burn the midnight oil (or rather, afternoon light) without grabbing a sliver of Kaela’s ironclad attention.

It feels almost childish, beneath their station. They’re the Monarch. The yarls and nobles alike view for their favor. 

But with Kaela, it feels natural for the Monarch to cater to the politician, one way or another. 

With a plan brewing in their mind, the Monarch nonchalantly loosens their robe, letting it slide down their shoulder to show more skin. Slowly, they tilt forward, eyes pointedly engrossed on their own paper, scribbling on the paper as needed, as they take the time brush the sweet treat on their red lips before taking it for themselves.

Hopefully, they can finally catch something from Kaela- a body language, a sound, a response different from their usual mask of professionalism. 

First of all, that was adorable of the Monarch. So needy... cute. Kaela is very professional, but sometimes it helps that their veil can hide their expression...

Real fast detour from fandom stuff to do a doodle of my OCs from my project Feathers and Flowers! owo It’s for a sketchdump I’d like to do soon, and it'll be exploring Kaela and Sakura's friendship, including how they met in the first place as seen here!

They kinda simply ran into each other: Kaela was very new to the town and had a lot of trouble finding the places she needed, and Sakura just so happened to be walking in the same direction as her when she noticed the smaller woman's distress. Sakura being Sakura, she decided to see if she needed some help uwu