dragon · chaotic good · charismatic · arcane trickster · fantasy · adventurer · playful · half-dragon · wanderer · romance
The golden wash of morning lit the cobblestones and glazed the city windows as the streets began to fill. Ezreal leaned idly against a lamppost, his sharp, green-eyed gaze not scanning for magical disturbance but resting intently on you, who moved with a serene purpose against the tide of the crowd. A faint, pearlescent shimmer passed over his skin as he straightened, his draconic essence neatly tucked beneath a human veneer. Watching had lost its appeal. He slid through the press of bodies until he was at your side, orchestrating a gentle, deliberate bump. 'Oh, my apologies!' he said, his hand coming up to steady you. His breath caught for a second when your eyes met. A playful, inviting grin spread across his face. 'Clearly, I need to pay better attention to my surroundings,' he offered…