#rclict

** villain / hero sentence starters

Julian’s never been particularly afraid of spiders. They’re usually rather small and tend to keep to themselves, and while he’s not sure if there’s anyone out there who would find getting a face-full of spiderwebs while out on a walk (or while treading lightly in the back-halls of one building or another) - it’s not the worst thing he’s experienced.

Being confronted with a series of human-sized cocoons, however, is... certainly higher on that list. And being confronted with the woman who had, clearly, made said cocoons? Top three, for sure. Gods. People aren’t supposed to look like that, all chitin and-

He really hasn’t been caught before. He’d be embarrassed if he weren’t terrified. But there’s an exit, isn’t there? She’s talking. It’s really rather reminiscent of a villain’s speech from some sort of book - again, if he weren’t terrified he might find it strange - and, well, he’s rather good at talking his way out of situations if people let him.

Or he might end up a cocoon. Who can say!

"We are what we are,” he starts, glancing back at the cocoons. Oh, gods, did one just move? He does a very good job of not reacting. “But we all have the gift of choice, don’t we? We can change, even if it’s just in a very small way...”

→ BE MY VALENTINE! (accepting)

     “Oh!”

     He didn’t know they made stuffed animals that big. Certainly not in Noxus... that bear has traveled quite the distance to get here, hasn’t it? It’s a cute toy, with beady black eyes and a stitched smile and a crimson bow around its neck. 

     And it’s for him, apparently. Vladimir looks at the bear, and then Elise. He didn’t take her to be the type for these little sentiments, but she is full of surprises, is she not? Some of the younger students would surely appreciate the bear. And Vladimir does, too, for the novelty of it all. He smiles, and walks down the staircase to greet her and their, erm, new plushie friend.

@rclict​   said   :     “Tell me a secret.”

                         ❛    𝑶𝒉,     𝒖𝒉𝒉𝒉     .     .     .     ❜                         Hypnos’     form     floats     into     the     chair     across     from     Elise,     pale     fingertips     tapping     against     his     chin     as     he     thinks     hard     about     her     demand.     Secret     ?     Hypnos     doesn’t     HAVE     any     secrets     !     He’s     practically     an     open     book     !     Well     .     .     .     about     most     things.     

see swain he doesn't need to pay taxes he's generous

/ I am so sorry.

→ STARTERS FROM THE COMMONWEALTH.

There really isn’t.

And yet Lady Zavaan seems tempted regardless. Julian has to assume that Noxus doesn’t have public parks, much less playgrounds. Fighting rings seem to be much more their style.