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I absolutely love ships where one character is usually serious and distant, but when they talk to that one person, their voice turns soft and gentle and is suddenly filled with fondness that they don’t show to anyone else.

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' care to dance? '

meme. l accepting.

“i would be honored,” she bows her head in a sign of respect. she’s like water - constantly moving, fluid in her motions of wrapping her arms around his neck and beginning to lead. fiora enjoyed evening parties and celebrations, most held a certain class that she missed from when she was a child. 

“you know . .” she takes her eyes off of him for a moment, scanning the room. “i am only invited out of fear,” she takes the initiative to spin before moving close to him once more. “not that i am complaining,” she places her attention back to him. “they’re not wrong to. but i simply wish for my family to be where it once was, to be invited out of respect instead of fear . . which do you befriend me out of, jarvan?” her tone is humorous and light, a juxtaposition to her words. fiora was not one to fear unless threatened. she wanted what everyone else did, respect. that is all.

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beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

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Is poro. Is snuggly! Is adorable ram creature. Is snuggling up to her. Happy poro.

poros have always reminded fiora of a less - dignified kitten. when it came to cats, they strutted with purpose, if they decided something was enough there was nothing else to it, their reflexes and attacks were graceful and a wonder to the eye. poros were nothing like that, but like cats, she enjoyed their company. she fed them, pet them, and showed a kindness no human would ever see.

“would you like some food?” her tone is soft, easy - going. her guard is down.

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Send “care to dance?” to offer to dance with my muse

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hey ! sorry for my few days absents. i work at universal stud.ios and training just started - as a perk of working there i can get into to both parks for free anytime i want. so i’ve been training and then riding rides for the last two days. sdofids

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∅

meme. l accepting.

“so many speak of his strength. i hear little of his mind - his ideas. the hand of noxus, hm ? such a title. notice how it is not the mind of noxus? the fact that he has yet to die is something i will not take from him. he has earned his honor and his title. i simply wonder if the pedestal he is placed on is higher than required. there is more to life than bloodshed. any man who cannot see that is a fool. but again . . i have merely heard of him. i have no opinion of him.”

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Send ∅ for my muse's opinion about yours.

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noxianhand

[ too bad most of my muses are fucking gremlins that are afraid of love. sigh ]

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PSA.

i stated this on my taliyah blog and will state it here as well ! i am very, very new to league of legends. i get champions and minor details confused A LOT - please nicely correct me if i get information wrong. it isn’t bent or changed on purpose. i am simply new to this fandom and have a very bad memory.

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❛ i’m telling you three weeks in advance. ❜

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“i never imagined you to worry about my affairs, your highness.” 

that might have been true once upon a time. a time prior to her failed engagement to a fellow crowngaurd - a time prior to her last duel in which she defeated the brother of a merchant who was now . . hesitant to do business with demacia. fiora was proud of the kingdom she had been raised in. her family previously held such high esteem in all the workings of it, however, if she were to choose between rebuilding the reputation and what the sake of demacia wanted, she’d be guilty of choosing her own rather than the kingdom.

she stands tall. fiora imagined all who met and spoke with garen did. 

“c'est trivial …” she trails off, feeling like a child being lectured. “you need not fear. i am not a woman to repeat myself or the actions i make. i swear to you that i will not challenge anyone of value - i always have demacia’s best interest in mind. tell me you have not forgotten where i fair from?” her tone is sharp yet not accusatory. garen is no enemy - rather the very opposite. 

fiora grits her teeth, “disgraced,” she huffs before returning to her formally calm nature - no longer disgruntled, “or not,” she continues. “my family’s success its tied to the success of the kingdom. do not forgot i was once almost a crownguard myself. however - if they challenge me . . well . . there is nothing i can do about that. you understand, no?”

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fiora muse: higher than ever. rlly out here. she wont b the nicest but damn if she isnt present yall: fiona? like from shrek? nah

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I’m here for my damn kiss

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1/5 

fiora didn’t seek power, she sought reputation. the two merely came hand in hand - they fueled each other. in most cases the two were considered the same thing. she was smarter than most, fiora knew her goals and how to accomplish them; she was using leblanc as much as leblanc was using her. whether or not the other was aware of it - she didn’t know. it wouldn’t be a surprise if she was, though.

no man could ever keep up with fiora. however leblanc wasn’t a man.

it was a dance more intricate than anyone could imagine. a chess game that would last a life time, each move done so well that it could be mistaken for nature instead of planning.

she held promises that fiora wanted. promises of a life where her family’s name was more known and respected than the crowngaurds. of a life where she met nothing but challenges. that was, after all, all she had ever wanted. a challenge.                                                                                                   right ? 

whether she kept her promises or not, leblanc herself was a challenge in the eyes of fiora.

“my lady,” she bows to the sight of the other. the duelist never did think of herself as above all, just most. one hand is behind her back, the other on her chest. she doesn’t bow her head, though. instead smirks when she looks up at the other.                                                                                                a move is in motion.

once thought of as chess, fiora is so far gone in the challenge of power vs. reputation that she no longer has any idea of what game the two are playing.

she rises, stepping swiftly to close the distance. when face to face and nearly an inch and a half apart, she reaches for the woman’s hand to gently place a kiss to it. not yet breaking eye contact. in fact, she never does - not even after letting leblanc’s hand fall to her side. “my queen,” she corrects, as if it were second nature to call her such. her voice is confident, “it is always a pleasure.”

move placed.                                                                                                               match made?

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yall im Devoted to this nightraven vs reg icon thing

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FIRST FIVE ASKS GET A KISS

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anytime i write fiora i do it while listening to ella fitzgerald. i lvoe that woman