#one-arrow

“AShe.. please... “ @one-arrow //AAARROOOOOOWWWWWW!!! *glomps*

“No, no Ashe. Never you’re not. I’m sorry that was rude of me.”

// Ashe ;A;

[] No.

He glares at the archer suspiciously as he views her blatant theft. “What’s the big idea Ashe?”

Stopping upon seeing the frost archer sitting quietly on his couch, eating a bowl of cereal no less, Darius frowned. Glancing toward the front door and half expecting it to be unlocked or something, it wasn’t and so he merely looked back to Ashe. “Why are you here?” He paused for a moment, walking over toward where she sat. “And how did you get in, for that matter?”

Varus sighs.  “Why are you in a desolate haunted temple in Ionia eating food that hasn’t been touched in years Ashe?”

The Hand of Noxus wasn’t expecting anyone to notice his sickness, much less offer him anything for it. Of course, it shouldn’t come as that much of a surprise that the peaceful Freiljordian would bring him… soup. He stared at her for a moment, uncomprehending, before finally accepting the bowl of soup. “Thanks.”