etherealmedarda

[etherealmedarda]

mel notices, smiling to herself. “says who? it is after hours, after all.” she winks towards sevika, sitting back in her chair to really get a good look at sevika.

her hair was cut short, chin length but matches her physique and build. those dazzling dark brown eyes shone through the dim light snd those lips. mel had the thought of kissing them sooner rather than later —

she blinks. suddenly realizing sevika was talking. “um, yes. she does indeed.” she clears her throat embarrassingly, taking a sip of her wine

“i don’t find you too presumptuous, no. i like a woman whose straightforward.”

“delightful.” she replies, her tone an octave lower than before. she suddenly notices how close sevika truly is — her knees knocking against mel’s own bare one.

“then it wouldn’t be an issue to share a glass of wine with you?” she rests her hand on sevika’s knee, squeezing the skin before brushing her thumb

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“you’re gonna get yourself in trouble, miss medarda.” sevika mumbles before reaching over and grabbing the neck of the bottle. she fishes out for the wine opener in her pocket.

sevika leans back and begins unscrewing the cork.

“you gotta any glasses, pre—mel?” catching herself from saying, pretty girl.

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i gave the documents to sevika without making an utter fool of myself. it felt like a trick because sevika looked momentarily confused as i handed them to her. and i did my best to ignore the smirk on her lips. i cannot afford to develop another crush on another council member.

i take several deep breaths before returning to mel’s office. i enter cautiously. like she’s somehow found a problem with me in the last 2 minutes.

“anything else, mel?”

- 🥭

she looks up to see you’ve made your way back — unscathed by sevika. she smiles to herself. “you found your way around, good.” she nods as she stands up to collect her coat.

“i’m afraid there’s nothing more you can be of assistance here, however i would like to invite you out for a few drinks, just to celebrate.” she smiles warmly at you, hoping she doesn’t scare you off.

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mel quirks an eyebrow. “no? and why’s that, hm?” she teases, watching as sevika effortlessly opens the wine bottle. mel has to keep from having a breath hitch in her throat.

“those are at home,” she laughs softly before taking the wine bottle and pouring two glasses for the both of them. “these were a gift from my mother.” she purses her lips before taking a small sip

“i don’t find you too presumptuous, no. i like a woman whose straightforward.”

“delightful.” she replies, her tone an octave lower than before. she suddenly notices how close sevika truly is — her knees knocking against mel’s own bare one.

“then it wouldn’t be an issue to share a glass of wine with you?” she rests her hand on sevika’s knee, squeezing the skin before brushing her thumb

— @etherealmedarda

“you’re gonna get yourself in trouble, miss medarda.” sevika mumbles before reaching over and grabbing the neck of the bottle. she fishes out for the wine opener in her pocket.

sevika leans back and begins unscrewing the cork.

“you gotta any glasses, pre—mel?” catching herself from saying, pretty girl.

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my entire body feels suspended from reality. unable to believe her fingers were under my chin. i blink through my disbelief and haze of the immense crush already growing.

i grip the documents. dropping my eyes from mel to them then back to mel again. almost with perfect posture after she clapped her hand.

“oh, yes. of course. yes. i’ll be right back.”

i stupidly bow my head to mel. cursing myself internally before hurrying out of her office. taking a much needed deep breath.

- 🥭

“thank you.” she praises with a gentle smile, watching you scurry out of the room with a hurried step.

she chuckles to herself, going to go sit back at her desk, cleaning up anything she needed before she had to leave for the night.

she was interested in taking you out, as a celebration for having you as a new hire.

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thank you she said taking the hand that helped her up she was quite short and wore an oversized white sweater and jeans she peered up at mel shyly my name is maria by the way ❤️

“hello, maria.” she smiles politely as she looks at the girl in front of her. “may i ask how you’ve made it past the gates?” her question is light, with no room for judgement in her tone

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the young woman startled oh my miss merdada she yelped falling on her butt staring up at her looking startled ❤️

she looks shocked for a moment before apologizing quickly. “oh my word, i do apologize!” she holds out her hand for you to take. “are you alright?”

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pronouns she/her

age twenty emoji ❤️

miss merdada the young woman seemed to be monologuing to herself as she paced I just wanted to say your latest project was an inspiration who am I kidding everything you do inspires me the girl paced pushed back her black curls her hazel eyes wide and intelligent and freckled nose scrunching

mel walks down one of the long, empty halls. heels clicking with each step. it was a quite morning, the clouds overcast and heavy — threatening to spill rain. she preferred these days, they felt…cozy to her.

she heard the quite mutters of a young girl around the corner, her ears perked up. she caught on the tail end of it, her cheeks burning.

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“personal assistant?” i perk up right away after feeling oddly dejected about the previous statements.

i nod immediately. “oh, yes, yes, that’s even better.” i close my eyes momentarily at the embarrassment of my words.

“i mean…it would simply be an honor to work directly under you.”

i smile awkwardly. definitely not thinking about it in a literal sense.

- 🥭

she smiles at your eagerness, coming back to stand in front of you, the tips of her fingers under your chin to make you look at her. she notes the awkward demeanor, the euphemism you just made. she’d love to see you under her.

“that settles it, then. as my personal assistant, your first task for me,” she walks a bit around you again before finding a document on a table and handing it to you.

“is to deliver these to sevika’s quarters. she’s two halls down.” the mischievous glint in her eye shines as she claps her hands together. she could tell just by the change in your demeanor — that would affect you.

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“maybe i like a bit of trouble.” she winks as she nods, catching sevika’s almost slip up. she doesn’t comment.

“here we are.” she reaches for two gold encrusted wine flutes, engraved with ‘m.m’ on the base. she slides one over to sevika.

“i don’t find you too presumptuous, no. i like a woman whose straightforward.”

“delightful.” she replies, her tone an octave lower than before. she suddenly notices how close sevika truly is — her knees knocking against mel’s own bare one.

“then it wouldn’t be an issue to share a glass of wine with you?” she rests her hand on sevika’s knee, squeezing the skin before brushing her thumb

— @etherealmedarda

“you’re gonna get yourself in trouble, miss medarda.” sevika mumbles before reaching over and grabbing the neck of the bottle. she fishes out for the wine opener in her pocket.

sevika leans back and begins unscrewing the cork.

“you gotta any glasses, pre—mel?” catching herself from saying, pretty girl.

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i feel every inch of my skin on fire and growing with goosebumps. i desperately want to track her movements but i’m also too nervous to fully meet her eyes yet.

“is there…anything available?” i swallow the sudden thirst in my throat.

- 🥭

“mm..” she all but hums, turning o face you before looking down your face, the length of your neck and chest, right to your feet.

“of all the job positions you’ve created, unfortunately there isn’t one available.” she watches your reaction, seeing your shoulders slump.

“however,” she trails off, stepping back to perch on the edge of her desk, watching you. “i am looking for a personal assistant, if you’re interested.” she knows you would be.

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painting practice with mel ❤️

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i feel myself nervously flush under her watchful gaze. my skin almost tingling with her faint touch on my skin.

“anything.” the word tumble out of me too fast and i cringe at myself. “i’ll do anything. i can be a secretary in any capacity. or i can be a maid or a chef. i’m an excellent cook. i’m sure i could make you traditional noxian food.”

oh, i’m rambling. i quickly stop talking and attempt to stand up straighter.

- 🥭

she blinks at the words tumbling from your plush lips. she goes over all the options, some jobs that aren’t even needed in this department.

“eager, dove. aren’t you?”

she smiles as she sets down your resume before standing up, coming around the edge of her wooden desk. suddenly, she’s next to you, the smell of her perfume fragrant in the air. the cloth of her dress just barely brushes against you while she walks a slow circle around you — eyeing you up and down

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she chuckles as sevika sits and comments, noticing how much she takes up the chair. a faint heat falls on her cheeks before she purses her lips

“it is rather, new of me to invite a councilor like this. however, i hope you don’t assume im being too presumptuous…”

she looks over at sevika, eyes doing a once over her entire frame. suddenly — the close proximity has melted feeling a little too hot, too flushed. what was she doing?

my dearest;

at your earliest convenience, please see me in my private quarters. i have some important council information to discuss with you.

best regards,

— @etherealmedarda

sevika makes sure she’s proper before seeing mel. teeth brushed, a light spray of cologne and her hair in place. she exhales a nervous breath before knocking on mel’s door.

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i nervously clutch my resume in hand. it was a long shot. asking the most powerful woman in piltover for a job. any job. i was allowed to freely walk into her office. fingers wanting to pick at anything.

“hi…hi. i wanted to drop off my resume.”

i push the paper outwards towards mel as you’re sitting at your desk.

- 🥭

she peers up from her own documents too look at the manila folder you’ve pushed her way. her slender fingers come to trail up the end of the paper, pulling it close to her — her own finger tips casually brushing yours before pulling away

“oh, hello my dear,” she looks you up and down once, a playful glint in her eyes before opening up the manila folder. she reads over your resume, thoroughly impressed.

“what kind of role are you looking to fulfill?”

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mel notices the awkwardness radiating off sevika, a brow quirking upwards along with the corners of her lips.

you might be correct. nonetheless — happy you’re here. come, sit.

she comes to gather a chair, pulling it next to her own, patting the leather seat and looking over at sevika

my dearest;

at your earliest convenience, please see me in my private quarters. i have some important council information to discuss with you.

best regards,

— @etherealmedarda

sevika makes sure she’s proper before seeing mel. teeth brushed, a light spray of cologne and her hair in place. she exhales a nervous breath before knocking on mel’s door.

[etherealmedarda]

mel twirls a quill pen in her hand as she hears the knock at the door. she looks at the clock, a small smirk in her lips. sevika earlier than expected.

you may come in

she calls out, peeling her eyes from the document in front of her to see sevika step into the door frame, taking up most of its space

my dearest;

at your earliest convenience, please see me in my private quarters. i have some important council information to discuss with you.

best regards,

— @etherealmedarda

sevika makes sure she’s proper before seeing mel. teeth brushed, a light spray of cologne and her hair in place. she exhales a nervous breath before knocking on mel’s door.

[etherealmedarda]

good morning ☀️