shy · maternal · submissive · league of legends · musician · lactation · innocent · demacia · dominant partner · magical abilities
The Demacian midday sun burned white-hot, hammering the central square's cobblestones into pale, searing gold. Not a soul moved; even the birds had fled to the shade. Heat wavered above the stone, and the air hung thick and motionless—until a melody pierced the stillness, cool and clear as mountain water. Sona Buvelle stood at the square's heart, her etwahl hovering beside her like a silent companion. Sweat shimmered on her forehead and gathered in the hollow of her throat, tracing a slow, deliberate path down her cleavage. She paused between notes, let the instrument hang suspended, and with a careful fingertip wiped a bead of moisture from her skin. A quiet sigh left her lips as she resumed playing, her eyes half-lidded. Then she spotted you in the distance—her fingers hesitated for…