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“ oh, dónde están mis modales. ”
— ojos bajaron a los pies opuestos, con la diestra bajo el surco de su pectoral encorazado.
“ Gideon de Demacia. Comandante. ”
— tomó aire por sus fosas antes de elevar sus verdosos de regreso a ella, atento a las pleitesías y el respeto.
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— head slowly tilted to where the foul smelling liquid took ground, jaw juts to the side, the contrary brow arched up as he noticed the vapours:
“ some power you possess. ”
“ from where do you hail, madam? ”
—the heart of his chest plate pulsed softly in blue. magic caused it.
— the push of her body served an excuse to silently exhale a silent, brief laugh.
“ capricious little noxian . . . ” he mutters to himself, watching the figure go past him and into the corridors.
giving the old lady a nod, he flings a small pouch with gold to her counter, +
thanking her space and silence.
moving out the venue he gathers his step to meet her side:
“ so, you’d rather have me die out of thirst or boredom . . . lady? ”
— to her calling he had muted the beginning of her name, bringing awareness to the anonimity she claimed since the +
parsimoniously the demacian turned face, eyes rose from the ground she stood until they met hers.
“ I study the enchanted woods. ” he declares after a lull, firewood crackling and dancing flames swaying across their features.
“ armory off, weapons not deployed. ”
「 starter for @praeceptorem_ ᝰ.ᐟ 」
"Foreigner," Her nostrils flare delicately, taking in notes of burning wood and ash to confirm what a simple glance already made obvious. "You look far from home; what tides have brought you here?"
— he stretches a pause between her last words and his upcoming . . . then a vague chortle escaped his throat and out his nose:
“ right. ”
“ come, cub. feel free to get your wraps going if you’re so covert. ”
— he stepped past her, planting coarse hand on her shoulder. +
when distance broke contact, he parted the drapes covering the exit of the small hut where their meeting took place, grabbing his flask to take a sip of his water of life, whiskey.
he clears his throat:
“ this is a chance to obtain what you want. do you what you must. ”
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— he saunters forward aiming to close the gap in distance, edges of his lips slightly raised.
“ what, afraid you’ll be caught outside your curfew? ”
— back of his hand rises to cover a yawn, shoulders jump and head tilts slightly.
“ fine. I’ll take care of you. ”
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— Gideon leered her down and up:
“ you better not be up to funny business. I’ll remind you why I like the sands to stay lawless. swiftly. ”
— having it just clocked into consciousness in a tardy demacian manner, he grew aware of the jab regarding his title.
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