#〢sweet little thing | Irelia ☬

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👁‍🗨 - irelia.

First Impressions || Accepting

Beauty

Beauty in its truest form. Harsh, true, precise, bloodthirsty. This woman was a vision of war. A goddess of war. And her blades, ahh how they dance, how they sing as they rend and tear through venerable flesh.

Vision of war may your beauty never cease, may your fire never splutter or fade through weariness or fright.  Let your blades always strike firmly, mercilessly, and true.

For even when surrounded by these invaders of the wrenched lands you shall never know defeat nor fear. For wherever your blades fly this Spector of War is sure to follow.

Forever at your aid to decimate the enemy’s ranks.

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She carefully hoped up on her blades, flying up to meet Hecarim's face. She pressed a quick kiss to where his lips should be, smiling at him, her cheeks tinted in a light shade of red "Happy Snowdown, Sir Hecarim."

Warmth was the best way to describe the feeling that radiated his form. It ignited his soul, brought it to light, gave it the feeling of mortality and grace that he had not felt in a long, long time.

This warmth was new.

So vastly different from the normal wisps of feeling the small blade dancer ofter wrought from him. How small and insignificant they seemed now at this feeling. At this ignition of emotion.

This warmth was new.

Wrapping a clawed hand around Irelia’s waist he dragged her forward, cradling her to his chest as he held her closer, closer, wishing desperately for that warmth to stay. For this truest feeling of humanity to linger longer.

“Another,” he demanded softly, flames glowing brighter, burning hotter, as his ever-grinning face hovered ever closer to his little blade dancer. “Another.”

@dancisto

[wars-shadow]

ovo :))

Relationship Meme

You already know what kind of relationship I see with these two

Hecarim and Irelia would have quite the interesting relationship. Going from seeing Irelia as ‘a living possession’ to forming a genuine romantic relationship and bond with her is not something that Hecarim planned on happening.

For in truth he decided to consider her ‘his’ because in the many many years he has been a spector no person has ever brought out such a level of warmth and humanity out of him out of him like she has. Though it is not something he would share easy, he longs for those ‘warmer emotions’ that were mostly lost during the fall of the Isles so to feel even a glimmer of them caused him possessively cling to it.

Her pain is his enemy. Her happiness his light. Those foolish enough to harm her, whether emotionally or physically will most certainly feel his wrath.