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Matron of the Black Rose

Greetings, Summoner and Champion alike. I am Emilia LeBlanc, Matron of the Black Rose. I accept M!A. I am a RP/Ask blog.

ask-thecrimsonreaper:

ask-thedeceiver:

Her curious eyebrow rose in such a small way. All her expressions, it seemed, were too small to notice if one wasn’t looking. “What desire do you believe I refer to? Why not assume I speak of the general thing?” It was a bit odd she dwell on such a small nuance, but not matter her emotion, she already went to such a place. She nearly kicked her leg up as she crossed them over. “What keeps me in check?” She paused.

"Seeing as most things have an outcome, wanting to predict such a thing hinders anyone’s desire. Such impulse would only lead you to such trouble in lengths that certain moves evoke certain endings. I’m quite careful when it comes to my future," she replied, eyes now on the wall. She carefully rested her chin on her hand which in turn rested against the arm of the chair.

He felt his heart rate speed up slightly when he saw her leg. That damned dress. What kind of talent she must have found in Noxus to have a dress like that tailor-made for her. "You have the basic need for food, shelter, and lust. I sate all of them on a timely manner." He smiled and carelessly grabbed a book out of the shelf in front of him, "I can imagine why, your concerns on your future… after all, the Black Rose alone depends on you to rebuild, and that is no simple task." 

Vladimir opened the book and on the page it said Daedorama: A Reborn Wish. He brought it with him and went back to his seat, he flipped the book around and opened the hidden layer behind it; a small shard fell out, strikingly red. He put the book away and took the shard carefully in his hand. “So why bother with the League? Of course, I could ask myself the same thing, but you obviously have better ways to spend time than fighting as another’s puppet in the arena.”

Her eyes flickered to his movement and she tried to think of a reason he did as such. Nothing came to mind.”Fighting as one’s puppet? Oh, that is but a mere side effect. Have you ever done something more for the end result. There is a word for that, truly, but I cannot put my mind up to remember.” In that moment she stood, moving with a sense of urgency as she spoke. She spun nearly a circle and leaned into the arm of the chair.

"One must do things they do not like in order to achieve something far greater than what can be conceived," she said, tossing her arm in a histrionic manner. Her movements seemed almost unnecessary for the way she spoke in such a vague, yet passionate manner. It was as if she released her deception veil of hers, something she’d soon regret dropping.

Headcanons Page

All things on this page are ooc. I’m always open to new ones. Relations with other muses will be on a separate page; this page just states basic opinions on champions. I will update this often.

To be updated.

"Santa is a fool, as usual, Jericho. Expect nothing less of a dawdling fool that works only but one day out of the year."

jericho-swain:

No material bauble could ever bring me the same joy as your company, my dear Evaine. That is more than I deserve on these seasons.

jericho-swain:

Perhaps it is because I trust you enough to display even if a faint weakness when I’m with you. I might be a Noxian through and through, but when I am with you, I am merely Jericho.

*He smiles fondly, easing up his formal and detached demeanor a bit*

Your concern is greatly appreciated though, dearest.

*Swain takes a step forward, wrapping her on his arms and hugging the Matron tightly to his chest. Giving some distance after a brief moment, he stares into her eyes, a hand slipped by to hold her head by the chin*

Your bandana has a very symbolic plant in it…and I can’t help but notice we’re both under it right now. Shall we keep the tradition up?

And is Jericho not at all Noxian in his personality?

Her questions were confusing as well but she merely smiled  as she let him control this situation. Of course. The Grand General in control, that’s how it was meant to be, she thought to herself. She wanted nothing more to bloom scarlet and follow his actions, but she kept her unwavering face.

Traditions are unlike you in many a way, do you not believe that so? However, I am not the one who says such a ruling in your mind.

Even then her eyes trailed behind him trying her best to keep it formal, no matter how to situation grew. It already look so inappropriate, but she wasn’t one to give into such a deal.

Jericho, I do believe someone might be watching our moves, it is best to be careful in such a time.

ask-thecrimsonreaper:

ask-thedeceiver:

"Allow me to venture a guess, they don’t leave your chambers after?" Such a thought only made her shake her head. How could she disapprove when such a method was one she was too familiar with, being on either side. "You know, when people lure me in, I make sure to be the one to leave the room. It is quite simplistic in a way."

With only so much more space to go, she closed in until there was hardly any room to breathe. “Humour me a bit, Vladimir, when was the last time you constricted such desire of yours? I realise it must be hard, as I know the same feeling.” That’s why she found herself making her way to his room.

"There are much desire to be constricted, I doubt however what you are referring to is on the list." He stood up and watched her move, "I kill when I want to, I do… many things, impulsively. Constriction is for those with a sense of morality, quite unnecessary for me, don’t you think?" He kept a comfortable distance with her and observed. "My master taught me his own set of principles for me to follow. It’s a loose leash, but it keeps me in check."

He took off the sharp claws on his hand and put them away, he won’t be needing them anytime soon. “What keeps you in check, LeBlanc?”

Her curious eyebrow rose in such a small way. All her expressions, it seemed, were too small to notice if one wasn’t looking. “What desire do you believe I refer to? Why not assume I speak of the general thing?” It was a bit odd she dwell on such a small nuance, but not matter her emotion, she already went to such a place. She nearly kicked her leg up as she crossed them over. “What keeps me in check?” She paused.

"Seeing as most things have an outcome, wanting to predict such a thing hinders anyone’s desire. Such impulse would only lead you to such trouble in lengths that certain moves evoke certain endings. I’m quite careful when it comes to my future," she replied, eyes now on the wall. She carefully rested her chin on her hand which in turn rested against the arm of the chair.

ask-thecrimsonreaper:

ask-thedeceiver:

How funny it seemed that he stopped himself from picking up the pen. Her memory linked it back to the grand general and how he’d keep his eyes on his work while she spoke of certain subjects. Moreover, it was common upon most of her interactions to be half-hearted.

"What a very interesting tactic. I never thought such a thing could be so valuable in the market of youth. Go on about such a deal and how I may acquire it" she replied, playing along with such a joke. Their appearances never changed, only the years each carried through experiences unknown. Her fingers grazed her staff with more passing thoughts.

It’d been so long since her last pleasurable conversation, she nearly forgot how to reply and yet keep her deceiving reputation together.

He cleared his throat and stared at her with intent. “You’re not the only one allowed to have secrets, LeBlanc, but since you are such a dear friend…” He leaned closer to the desk with a playful grin, “I receive uninvited, beautiful and attractive guests, and I lure them in. Simple.”

His gaze focused on her rosy lips again. A woman like her never failed to make him forget about time and just hold his attention with her honey-colored eyes.

"Allow me to venture a guess, they don’t leave your chambers after?" Such a thought only made her shake her head. How could she disapprove when such a method was one she was too familiar with, being on either side. "You know, when people lure me in, I make sure to be the one to leave the room. It is quite simplistic in a way."

With only so much more space to go, she closed in until there was hardly any room to breathe. “Humour me a bit, Vladimir, when was the last time you constricted such desire of yours? I realise it must be hard, as I know the same feeling.” That’s why she found herself making her way to his room.

"You've been gone for quite sometime Matron. Dare I ask where you have been?"

What a curious little person. The Matron smirked and circled the man, finger tips grazing the underside of his chin.

"Ah, what will you do with such information, dear? Don’t you know it’s impolite to ask such imposing questions with an acquittance," she replied, moving a way away, "unless you see me above such a status, which is odd for someone of your kind.”

grand-general-of-noxus:

// I MULTISHIP TOO. ;; My otp is still vlad/leblanc but <3 yay

//I’m so sorry that my first entry in forever was so sub-par. It’ll take me a while to warm up to it again but I’m trying. ;-;

// it’s okay! You don’t need to apologise <3 I’m feeling the same about myself. It’s been too long since I’ve wrote as LeBlanc,

ask-thecrimsonreaper:

ask-thedeceiver:

Her eyes trailed his room, noticed and observed every detail of his place. Maybe out of habit, she took it all in, trying to find something to pull information from. No matter, she shook that out of her mind. Such business would not be conducted in such a place or time; there was always somewhere else to go for such a thing.

She took her seat and shook her head. “Intentions will never be revealed, unfortunately. Just know it’s for leisure, yes?” Her eyes drifted again to any place other than him, but for what? Surely body language gave away clue. Yet, again she had to shake that habit out of her mind.

"Ah, time does that. It is quite a shame that I cannot say the same about yours, no? Your appearance looks nearly identical from the last time I saw you." Or so she thought.

He stretched his fingers out to reach for the quill, but paused and dropped his hand on the table with the thought that it would be impolite to be writing whilst talking to her. He felt that she deserved his attention, not in a condescending sense, rather that she had the power to hold his attention, being mysterious as she always had been.

In fact, he didn’t even know why he made the comment about her hair. “Leisure, of course.” His gaze wandered beneath her chin, he could see the pulses course through her veins, beat after beat. The vigor made him smile. “Identical? Why, of course, I keep myself young with the blood of virgins. Nothing special.” He chuckled, knowing that she would understand the joke. Her question however made him think, When was the last time he looked at himself in a mirror? There was too much work to be done, too much desire to be fulfilled. He had been neglecting his appearance, surprisingly, being a creature ruled by hubris.

How funny it seemed that he stopped himself from picking up the pen. Her memory linked it back to the grand general and how he’d keep his eyes on his work while she spoke of certain subjects. Moreover, it was common upon most of her interactions to be half-hearted.

"What a very interesting tactic. I never thought such a thing could be so valuable in the market of youth. Go on about such a deal and how I may acquire it" she replied, playing along with such a joke. Their appearances never changed, only the years each carried through experiences unknown. Her fingers grazed her staff with more passing thoughts.

It’d been so long since her last pleasurable conversation, she nearly forgot how to reply and yet keep her deceiving reputation together.

ask-thecrimsonreaper:

ask-thedeceiver:

Her eyes met his and she tossed him a minuscule smile. His living quarters hadn’t looked too different from her recollection, but then again the memory of their meeting escaped her. Yet, his words made her stifle a chuckle.

"Such thoughts have deceived you, my dear. My time has been spent in a different manner, I assure you,” she replied.

She took another step before smiling again, “Is it wrong to want to visit someone that crosses my mind? It is not very often a thought bothers me enough to take action on it.”

He felt the smile at him just before turning and making his way towards the desk in the middle of his small but comfortable chamber inside the Institute. There were a few sheets of paper next to an inkwell with a feather pen stuck inside, the color of the ink was his favorite red. Just before he was working on a letter reply to one of his summoners.

He offered her to sit down and sank himself back into his cozy armchair. “Don’t mistake me, LeBlanc; I’m more than happy to have you as a guest. I’m merely curious of your intentions. Tea?” He laughed, “On second thought, perhaps not. I think by now it has already solidified.” The thought upset him; he actually liked the blood that was used to prepare the tea.

His eyes wandered about her face, “Your hair grew longer.”

Her eyes trailed his room, noticed and observed every detail of his place. Maybe out of habit, she took it all in, trying to find something to pull information from. No matter, she shook that out of her mind. Such business would not be conducted in such a place or time; there was always somewhere else to go for such a thing.

She took her seat and shook her head. “Intentions will never be revealed, unfortunately. Just know it’s for leisure, yes?” Her eyes drifted again to any place other than him, but for what? Surely body language gave away clue. Yet, again she had to shake that habit out of her mind.

"Ah, time does that. It is quite a shame that I cannot say the same about yours, no? Your appearance looks nearly identical from the last time I saw you." Or so she thought.

"Santa is a fool, as usual, Jericho. Expect nothing less of a dawdling fool that works only but one day out of the year."

jericho-swain:

ask-thedeceiver:

jericho-swain:

No material bauble could ever bring me the same joy as your company, my dear Evaine. That is more than I deserve on these seasons.

Then I suppose I shall greet you more with my presence. It’s been quite some time since we last spoke; and in that I contemplate the progress we have both made. I hope that is near equal, Jericho.

Not a single minute of duty passed without my mind drifting on thoughts of you, dear Evaine. I’ve done my part for Noxus, and I rest assured you’ve done yours as well…but your company was greatly missed, nonetheless.

I’m glad I could see you again, and wearing such gorgeous festive apparel as well. It…suits you.

Such bold thoughts you have just split, Jericho. Perhaps you should be more careful with your words; only truth knows who keep an ear out for your weakness. Do not interpret this as a rejection, though, merely a concerned warning coming from me.

Thank you for such kind words, as I do enjoy dressing up for the season.