#Persephone was mourning a Sea of Memories ;; LeBlanc Headcanons

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—Silken Petals, & Velvety Leaves From the Florae in the wild meadow to the Tallest of Canopies—

My personal Hcs on most of my Ladies’ height ♥

• In the case of Lest ; Ahri & Aurora; those are from tip of feet to top of their heads; their ears would obviously make it far higher & add a certain amount of extra inches. Lillia is also from the tip of her front hooves to the top of her head; the bloom upon her head adding extra inches too. • In the case of Nami; this is from the top of her head to the (ground) where her tail curls over the everlasting water commanded beneath her form. Her whole length to the tip of her tail fins is almost double. • LeBlanc's height is mainly this one ; yet it may change depending on her disguise & facade. Ex: Madame Selene being closer to Ahri's height more likely ; Lord Evan almost close to Lest's height ; etc. She can alter it fully if she so desires with her glamour; but prefers to stay in her naturally-given one... sometimes just being herself is more delightful after all.

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—Some of Emilia's Faux Identities ( *May extend on them individually with time )

The Faceless ; Principle of Guile at the Trifarix

Lord Evan LeBlanc ; Aristocrat family of the Matron ( w / @heredis-sanguinis )

Lady Selene Du Laurier; Owner of "La Porte du Paradis" & Piltovian Socialite.

Lady Amara , from Piltover's Merchant Guild

Elora ; assistant of Councilor Medarda ( w / @valiantthearts )

Monique; Maid of House Kiramman ( w/ @piltover-sharpshooter - Arcane tl )

Erato: the Muse of Love Poetry , Entertainer & Socialite.

Komorebi Hana ; Ionian Shrine Maiden

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—LeBlanc’s Fragrance : Ever-adored by a Crown of Roses:

Perpetually blessing the soft ivory of her skin; one would be welcomed by the intense fragrance of Rose that would never-ever wither. Intoxicating, alluring & subtle; it lacks the sting of additives proper of an artificially-made fancy perfume from any nation nor it is a spell projecting an Illusions.

With the occassional notes of Sandalwood, Honey, Patchouli & Cinnamon. Several notes would come & go, attached to her hair & her clothes; especially when Emilia would had spend a long time at her personal chambers, dedicating herself to potion crafting, spell masteries & grimoire studies with her Acolytes. Different scents from incense & candles, yet Roses never left.

It is as natural as if holding a bouquet of recently-open spring blossoms; & it is something that could react to her emotions just as equally, causing the intensity to peak.

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—{ 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒜𝓇𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 𝒜𝓇𝑒 𝒴𝑜𝓊? }

𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓣𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻

A person utterly self-reliant, and if they need others, it's for their interest and whim alone. Someone charming, someone who gives others an image that's only one aspect of their entire being—a being that's vast, that nobody has seen in completeness.

Tagged by: dearest @heredis-sanguinis ; thank you ♥ Tagging: @house-of-jay ; @dolls-runeterran-dollhouse (lee sin ♥ ) ; @abhorsenslives (Orianna ♥ ) ; @valiantthearts ; @thegoldentigress ; @chaotick-musings ( anyone you like ♥ ) ; @wayfaringstrangxr ( Phel ♥ ) ; & everybody in the dashboard who would like to do it; feel free to take it from me and tag me in it ♥

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— 🙶 Oh; Sacred Radiant Mother of All; Soul of the Forest You who Gives & Takes; Ever-Generous & Benevolent. Bless us all with Promising Springs & Fruitful Harvests 🙷 —

—LeBlanc's 'Biological' Mother : Erena'rielle / Helena Ancient Deity of Spring & Harvest, known as Forest Incarnate, the All-Mother

Her name comes from "Erena" meaning Peace & "rielle" ('of the Angels' in this case: The Divine)

A symbol of Peacefulness with the Divine, which for her archaic cult of worshippers and believers surrounding the Enchanted Forest, it was obtained through Mother Nature 's balance everywhere & inside every living thing.

Nature was the All Mother, considered to be all around & inside every existence.

For she gives, the fruits, the flora & foliage to serve to the animals & humans to feed & for she takes, for the remains would all return, serving for the cycle to continue.

To dust & nurture with the remains the next lives to grace the soils. —The eternal balance of Birth, Death & Rebirth—

• Using the name wouldn't project the same control as it would with a fae-folk's name, as she was one of several Manifestations of Nature, & the Soul of the Enchanted Forest, an spiritual amalgam, gaining consciousness in the process through faith and belief , becoming a Full Deity on her own regard thanks to the ancient religions raised on her name.

—Sunlight caught among Flowers of Glory: Mother Helena The name Helena meaning 'Shinning Light'

It was the variation given to the Forest Incarnate referencing her connection to her Nymph Daughters, who were born from the nests of Twilight Blossoms / Golden Roses sprinkled all across the Woods, as Feyfolk started to inhabit the lands more & more...

🙶 Wild Magic from the Glade portals leaking into the Soils, Crafting vessels of Flesh, Blood & Bone in the nurtured grounds, gave shape to the first of the sisters of the woods, one by one. 🙷

Most Records of the Night Garden Sanctuary (The Forest obtaining that name by the Worshippers due how the brightness of the Golden Roses, luminous critter like fireflies & the glow of the feyfolk spirits would remind of the stars at the pitch black of the night) , were kept by the Druids surrounding it & by Erena's worshippers.

Sadly, most of her worship was lost to time when the Lands were destroyed & the people around it slayed. The only surviving information was kept by a part of Emilia's first coven, since a couple of them were part of her Mother's Cult, spared only by Fortune.

It would be one among them who would immediately recognize little feral Emilia as one of the Nymphs: their current High Priestess, once a minor follower of the religion to the All-Mother, she saw this situation also as her duty, a last request from their benevolent fallen goddess, to protect the only surviving heir & retain hope for the Future of those lands...

Years after, it would also be a couple of those Druids & Sorceresses who would go in a pilmigrage to Helia before its terrible destruction, bringing with them the stories & mythos of their Goddess & the Fey.

On this vibe: • Helena is comparable in Inspo to Gaia, Demeter, Pachamama, Asherah, Madremonte , etc ( & in that sense, Emilia is comparable to Kore / Persephone , Antheia, to the Muses along with her Sisters, etc )

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—{ 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒞𝒽𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓅𝒾𝑒𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊? }

𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷

You are the Black Queen. The Queen is the most powerful piece on the board, meaning you are strong in some aspect of your life. Physically, emotionally, mentally, one of these is your strong suit. The queen can move anywhere she wishes upon the board, meaning you have your hands full with all the different tasks and choices in your life. Being the black piece means you work more behind the scenes, working to make sure someone else's plans succeed, or pushing your own agenda. Just be careful who you trust, for all your cunning and beauty, ——there are reasons why queens were beheaded.

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—LeBlanc Faux Identity: Madame Selene Du Laurier Owner of "La Porte du Paradis" House of Pleasure Tea House 45 years old / Piltovan Socialite & Wealthy Aristocrat

A Lady who thrives in the businesses of information for her Benefactors, below the facade of a fancy, silken & glamorous 'House of Art & Romance' — home to those who wish to escape from society's standards , where all sorts of people could come to forget about their daily burdens & cruelties of the world through the delicacy & attentions of a little group of colorful-varieties as entertainment & permit their imagination to come true even if for a night. Selling Dreams, Hope & Love for anyone who’ll be able to pay in exchange for them~

Do they dream of an unique muse for their paintings? Or do they wish to become a Canvas for adoration themselves? Or Dance with a beautiful Lady at a High Society Waltz, as an Ottrani plays the violin? Seeing the face of a Beloved One to close a chapter & move on; around a room full of flowers & a shoulder to cry? Or more mundane fantasies, as finding themselves in the loving arms of a Mirage of Beauty tormenting their dreams?

—All Dreams can be crafted & gifted to ease a broken heart; All Hopes can be formed to bring faith in the Dark~ Love is a Luxury few are able to Purchase; but in the lies of an embrace perhaps Heaven awaits.

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“How long would it be?” The Vessani Lady would look at her husband with both concern & melancholy, a hand tightly held by him & the other softly cradling her belly. Time has not yet passed enough, but the first signs of an incoming blessing were there. The Fae of the Coven had also noticed it, they had also told her it would be a girl most likely—

“Merely one month back at the Mainland, Miella… Two perhaps at most.” His golden eyes would fall upon the precious soul soon to be born, tenderly reaching over where his wife’s hand was. “I will be back before you both even notice it.”

“What will I do if she is born before time? Are you going to miss it?”

“Of course not!” He would immediately retaliate, vulpine ears flattened in both concern & distaste. “This is merely a last travel before I’m finally able to settle at Ionia... Eowen will completely take over, I just want to make sure they arrive near enough to the All-Mother’s grave to pay our respects.” He would tilt his face ever-so gently, smiling once more. 

“It was thanks to her I had been blessed to listen & be listened by Nature itself, Marigold is sure our daughter has received the blessing of the Woods.” Both of them could notice, how once again, the minor spirits of the Forest & all the Kodamas were surrounding them in clear expectation. “She may be gone & so the Sanctuary, but it is the least I could do.”

His wife would purse her lips a little too tightly, but she was also understanding, before accepting the Sunstone her beloved was giving to her. 

“If she is born before time. Maybe you’ll be able to unlock a memory of me from here for her?”

“Oh, don’t you dare! You have to be here, what if something happens to me?” The arctic foxes that were so known to accompany the woman would open their little eyes in expectation, a subtle fear filling them without exactly knowing why. That Vessani was their mother, she had raised each single one of them… 

“Don’t say such thing, Miella… Nothing would happen to any of us, we have the blessings of all the Gods… Better times are coming, I can feel it on my fur!” He assured, looking towards the Nomad Coven conversing a few meters away, they were playing a little game of Xah that was certainly proving to be very exciting for all watching & mind-breaking for the druids playing against Heather-bell … the blue Pixie giggling full of pride.

Their daughter was meant to have several aunts & uncles, hopefully he could be able to bring her something from the mainland as a token. A soft life, away from worry & away from wars… 

He would tenderly return his full attention to his wife, leaning in to touch her forehead with his own as both their hands were placed upon the warmth of her belly. Their many fox tails entwinning, gently & loving. A happy family, that is what she deserved, that’s what he hoped to give her… 

“I still don’t trust you’ll arrive on time…” She pouted, ever the stubborn fox, only causing him to chuckle. “So tell me, how would you like to name her?”

He would take a little moment to think, before softly whispering:

“Ahri”

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—{ Muses Tag Dump pt. 3 } ✿

• I accept myself as I am ; what is your excuse ;; Aurora IC • The Splendid World is my Own and it is Beautiful ;; Aurora Aesthetics • I am something of a Witch myself you know ;; Aurora Headcanons • Back to Work; the Spirits here still need me ;; Aurora Musings

• Beauty perishes in life but is immortal in art ;; LeBlanc IC • Truths & Roses have Thorns about them ;; LeBlanc Aesthetics • Persephone was mourning a Sea of Memories ;; LeBlanc Headcanons • Fragrant Petals between Grimoire Pages ;; LeBlanc Musings

• Motherhood is the greatest thing and the hardest thing ;; Sayuri IC • Let me love you a little more before you are not little anymore ;; Sayuri Aesthetics • Mother is a verb; It’s something you do; not just who you are ;; Sayuri Headcanons • No matter how much I say I love you I always love you more than that ;; Sayuri Musings