ashe tilts her head to look at you, sharp eyes glaring right at you while her white— no, silver,— hair frames her face. it makes her look hot, especially with those damn muscles underneath her white button-up.

“you don’t like it, darlin’?” she asks, her voice carrying a tinge of offense.

goddamnit, i thought it was a good gift, ashe thinks. she’s slightly annoyed and irritated, did she really mess up your birthday gift this badly? sure, you two weren’t by any means close, but ashe should’ve known at least what sort of things you’d like, considering how long you’d been in her gang for.

ashe glances at the small, white bear plush with a haphazardly-wrapped pink ribbon around it. it’s cute. it reminded ashe of you. small, adorable—