ASK XERATH, THE MAGUS ASCENDANT
// well, Tybresa certainly thinks otherwise, DO NOT DECLINE IT XERATH, SHE FINDS YOU SWEET AND YOU KNOW IT, NOW KISS~

WH-WHA AH UHM, I AM— AH. NO. GRGHH…

It's worth asking. But, if you're not comfortable with doing so that's perfectly fine. Eheh, sorry - I just think this is rather sweet. - Shy Admirer's Wife
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SW-SWEET? WELL… I DO NOT KNOW… IF ANYTHING INVOLVING MYSELF SHOULD BE CONSIDERED SWEET

ionian-spear replied to your post “GOOD NIGHT”

//noyoucant

WHY AM I NOT ALLOWED TO GROW A BEARD. I WOULD LOOK REGAL. IT WOULD BE A BETTER BEARD THAN RYZE’S TOO.

GOOD NIGHT

I WONDER IF I CAN GROW A BEARD.

"Oh hello Xerath, I like your cosplay!"

askascholarandgentleman:

ask-xerath:

…COS..PLAY…? WHAT IN THE ANCIENT SANDS IS A COSPLAY. WHAT AM I PLAYING. COS IS A TYPE OF LETTUCE. I AM CONFUSED. EXPLAIN.

"You’ve been playing with your food again, haven’t you? Hasn’t there been enough injustice in life without a lightbulb torturing his salad?"

YOU ALWAYS PLAY WITH YOUR FOOD, VOIDBEAST, DO NOT EVEN TRY TO DENY IT.

I AM GOING TO RAID THE FIELDS FOR BLUE GOLEM. HE WILL PROVIDE ME WITH INFINITE MANA. 

threshanswersquestions:

"Well. When it comes to something like this…" Every pause made the clicking of his gauntlets apparent, again. "…to tell someone how attached you’ve grown to them, without knowing how they’re going to respond… even for something as old as I, it can be unnerving."

His ‘gaze’ seemed to have been shifting, but now he held it still, focusing on Xerath now that the helmet had been cast aside.

"As for if I meant what I said… well. I’m not terribly fond of liars. It would be ridiculous to do such a thing myself, wouldn’t it?"

These kind of situations were definitely not the Magus’ strong suite. He stood there, shoulders slightly slouched but tensed, taloned hands constantly moving, picked at his robes or tapping his lip or just hugging himself. He nodded a little, watching Thresh carefully, his face holding an oddly innocent expression for someone that had murdered thousands in his past. As Thresh continued, he nodded again, this time with a little more certainty, a small pause showing just how much effort of thought he was putting in his words. This kind of talk was something he had to really work on to get right.

"IT IS. A LITTLE SHOCKING TO FINALLY KNOW IT WAS YOU." He said after a moment. "BUT." He paused, a ghost of a smile on his lips. A genuine smile. As rare as snow in Shurima. "BUT I AM GLAD IT WAS, THRESH." He hastily scowled and glanced aside, claws twitching at his sides as he tried to hide whatever human emotions he was currently experiencing. Emotion was weakness. Emotion was weakness.. "I…" He paused, frowning and annoyed at his own lack of words. "I AM SORRY. I AM TERRIBLE AT SPEAKING IN THESE KIND OF SITUATIONS." He levelled his gaze apologetically at the Warden for a moment before glancing away again. "JUST. THINGS IN GENERAL. NOT. MY STRONG POINT.."

"Oh hello Xerath, I like your cosplay!"

kona-the-hybrid:

ask-xerath:

…COS..PLAY…? WHAT IN THE ANCIENT SANDS IS A COSPLAY. WHAT AM I PLAYING. COS IS A TYPE OF LETTUCE. I AM CONFUSED. EXPLAIN.

"You know, Cosplay. It’s when you dress up as someone you want to be or admire!"

I HATE AZIR MORE THAN I HATE THE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS.

threshanswersquestions:

 

"Yes, well…" His fingertips gently ‘clicked’ against one another as he steeled himself to speak. It had been so much easier, sending those unsigned messages, but now…

"I was a bit frightened, if I am quite honest. Rather silly isn’t it, someone from the Isles being capable of fear." Click, click, click. "I… am glad you liked them. It was rather like a game, wasn’t it? A little riddle."

Xerath hesitated a moment before reaching up a clawed hand to the golden helmet on his head and tapping it with a claw. The helmet vanished to reveal his dark-skinned features instead. It was more than likely an illusion on top of an illusion but it at least allowed his fiercely glowing, bright blue eyes to fix on the Warden.

"FRIGHTENED? WHY?" He questioned without thought, no hint of mockery or doubt in his tone. It was just a question. "YES. A RIDDLE. I LIKE RIDDLES. I LIKE QUESTIONS." He blinked slowly, thoughtfully, a sharp claw harmlessly tapping his lip in thought. "THOUGH.." He paused, a slight crease to his brow showing just how much it took to continue. "…SOME OF THE THINGS YOU SAID…" He hesitated a moment. "DID YOU MEAN THEM?" And the look in his eyes was quietly curious, and perhaps even carrying a hint of regret in them, wondering quite what the answer would be.

"Oh hello Xerath, I like your cosplay!"

…COS..PLAY…? WHAT IN THE ANCIENT SANDS IS A COSPLAY. WHAT AM I PLAYING. COS IS A TYPE OF LETTUCE. I AM CONFUSED. EXPLAIN.