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[wars-shadow]

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