Saudações!
Venho aqui anunciar capas especiais de League of Legends que estão para doação, para comemorar meu aniversário! Os personagens em destaque são: Ahri, Aphelios, Evelynn, Sett e Yone.
ATENÇÃO: Todos os trâmites de doação serão feitos por meio do Formulário de adoção linkado ao final do post e por aqui mesmo, no Tumblr.
Publicar em colaboração com o Fanfic of Legends não é obrigatório, pois o perfil foi desativado de suas funções de divulgação. Todavia, eu ficaria feliz pelo gesto.
Capa 1: Float (Evelynn + Ahri)
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*Troco título (curto | 1-3 palavras) + Frase de efeito (opcional)
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Capa 2: New Person, Same Old Mistakes (Aphelios + Ahri)
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I can see why this clinic was in desperate need for medics, Yohri thought, his hands high in the air, his eyes focused on the knife that was being haphazardly flailed about a mite too close to the young apprentice's face for comfort.
"Here's how this is gonna go down." The rugged Hyuran man spoke with a drawl born of years spent in the underground, or hours spent in a cheap bar. "Yer gonna see to my men, and proper-like, too. In exchange, I won't carve any lines into yer pretty girlfriend's cheeks."
The Miqo'te suppressed a sigh. No need to provoke them, no matter how badly he wanted to correct them. For one, she was not his girlfriend, but an apprentice conjurer who'd been here no more than a few weeks. Secondly, he always saw to his patients "proper-like."
And third, it was a free clinic. He would've seen to them even if they hadn't barged through the door and started brandishing steel.
With four out of five of the ruffians tended to, and the fifth sent home with an explanation that birthmarks weren't contagious, Yohri set about to tending to the apprentice-- after locking the door, of course.
The young Keeper woman was desperately trying to appear as if she wasn't still crying. Only the slightest sound of her sniffles gave it away, and even then it was followed by the quiet grumbling of stupid dust. Suppressing yet another sigh, he crossed the small space between infirmary and supply room to retrieve a clean cloth, then returned to the bed she was sitting upon to proffer it to her.
"Thank you, Yohri, sir." She mumbled, slowly accepting the makeshift handkerchief and dabbing at her nose.
Ruhna was a bit of an oddity, if only because had Yohri been instructed to pick the person who appeared the least likely to pursue a career in healing arts, he would have picked her. Short, blonde, and seemingly intent on proving every preconceived notion that her hair color implied. At least her clumsiness and self-described "ditziness" seemed to be more of a product of naivete and not of a poor quality of mind. The girl was sharp, of that he was sure, but much like the ruffian who had briefly taken her hostage, she had a tendency to wield her mind in a rather haphazard manner.
This seemed to be the reason the free clinic had taken her in, though Yohri wasn't quite sure the decision was made voluntarily. The chief medic didn't offer much explanation when pressed on the subject, other than "No one else will teach her." When Yohri came to the clinic, however, it seemed that no one soon became him, the poor girl being foisted upon him without hesitation. At least she was eager to learn.
"No need to sir me when the clinic is closed." The veteran medic replied, taking a seat across from her on the opposite bed. "Are you all right?"
She nodded, her short bob swaying back and forth in an almost comical fashion.
He wasn't about to take her word for it, though. "Tilt your head upwards, so I can see your neck."
Ruhna did, though she opened her mouth to complain. "He didn't stick me at all."
That appeared to be true. "How about your shoulder? He seemed to have quite the grip on you."
She pursed her lips. After a moment of deep thoughts, she tugged at the collar of her blouse. When it proved too stiff to reveal her shoulder, the blonde tried rolling up her sleeves-- and when that failed, she looked back up at the male Keeper, color blooming on her cheeks.
He raised his hands to concede defeat. "I'll let you check it yourself, then. If you're bruised, though, you have to promise me you'll let me heal them."
Ruhna considered that offer. "You need to see it to heal it, right?"
"It would make it easier, yes."
She frowned, falling silent as her brilliant mind went to work upon the most inconsequential of decisions. It was endearing, honestly; though the chief medic might grouse about her overthinking, Yohri saw a bit of himself in the younger woman. He couldn't blame her for worrying. After all, he was a Keeper man of age, and though they both considered themselves medical professionals, they knew each other far to personally to be able to look at one another naked and not feel something other than scientific interest.
Eventually, she came to her decision. "If I'm bruised, and you heal it, then I get to take you out to dinner."
The logic was impossible to follow. Before he could bite his tongue, he was asking "Why?"
Ruhna looked up sharply, a strange determination in her too-blue eyes. "My mother told me to always treat a man to dinner if he was to see you disrobe."
Yohri stared. Then, he burst out laughing.
"What?!" The blonde fumed. "I'm serious!"
That only made it funnier. Once he'd had his share of laughter, and Ruhna's all-too-weak glares, Yohri set a patronizing hand atop her head and smiled.
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