Kayle, The Leader

Aetherwing Kayle Roleplay and Ask Blog // Mun is 18+ // Pref Literate and SFW // Independent // Multi-Shipper!

[aetherwingangel]

"Who did this to you?"

Kayle wasn’t sure what was going on anymore. She had been captured, her aetherwings taken from her, left in tattered clothing, chained, beaten, broken… She had failed again, and in her own mind, she deserved to be left to die as she had. And she was certain she would die alone in that dark dusty dungeon. Until a single brave ‘zerker’s voice had rung through her dark thoughts, straight to her subconscious. “The Rebels…” she uttered softly in answer, her voice as weak as her body. 

She managed to move ever so slowly towards the voice, her hands reaching out and feeling for the touch of another, trying to draw strength from him, strength enough to maybe collect herself, just maybe…

[wanderingberserker]

Olaf looked at the tortured women in front of him. Seeing her struggle to reach out towards him, he felt anger as those who’d done such a thing to her. Grabbing her as gently as he could, he threw her over his shoulder. “Let’s get you out of here, first. Then I’m gonna deal with those rebels….PERSONALLY.” He said, taking an axe in his other hand, and personally hoping he ran into a few rebels, to send a message.

“Is there anything here that you have to regain?” He asked her as he carried her out of the room.

[aetherwingangel]

Kayle’s breath was short, unsteady. She had barely been holding on, and seeing a friendly face for the first time in a very, very long time gave her some small amount of strength, though not much. “My armor. They took my armor.” she managed to push out, trying to take a deeper breath, to keep her eyes open when all she wanted to do was collapse now that was she was relatively safe. “If you can get me to my armor…” she wheezed a little, coughing to clear her dry throat. “Then my wings can hold me up.”

[wanderingberserker]

Nodding at her words, Olaf carried her outside, careful that nothing happened to her. Wandering around the base, he did not know where he was heading, neither did he see any rebels to interrogate. Turning his head a little, he said, “Any idea where the armor will be? Did any of them say where they kept it?”

[aetherwingangel]

Kayle chuckled softly as she thought of the answer, finding much amusing now that she was not in nearly so much danger. “The armory, would be my guess. Inside the building, not far from the pen they had been keeping me in I would wager. The armor is fairly heavy when it’s not turned on.” she answered, feeling a bit stronger, if only to mirror her companion

[aetherwingangel]

"Kayle.. You don't look yourself. Are you okay?"

Kayle had slumped over in a corner away from- what she had mistakenly thought was- everyone. She wasn’t even in her armor, merely some sports-type clothing that formed to her body, a ‘body suit’ that normally she wore underneath the heavy equipment. Wingless as has been walking around, observing normal people doing normal things on her way to do a few errands when something had merely ‘clicked’ in her brain, setting off an endless spiral of ‘what ifs’ and ‘how comes’ and left her in a bottomless pit of her own normally deeply buried insecurities.

In fact, she was so far down in the emotional pit, crying curled up in a dark alleyway, that she hardly registered the high pitched voice at all. If she hadn’t been so dedicated to being strong for everyone always, she may have not ever registered it. However, since putting on a strong face was so deeply ingrained for so long, her tears stopped, even her quivering softened to a dull roar. She took a few minutes to clean herself up, wiping away the moisture from her cheeks, her eyes still red and puffy, before finally standing. She brushed herself off and cleared her throat, trying to appear strong and together as usual despite having been caught wet-handed. 

“Ah, yes, fine Soraka…” she mumbled, not quite able to meet the celestial’s eyes.

[noone-expects-the-banana]

Soraka felt a heavy weight on her heart when she saw Kayle in this condition. She watched her slow movements, she noticed her puffy eyes and glistening cheeks from crying. Kayle was not okay, and the healer needed to help her before anything else goes wrong for her. “I wasn’t born yesterday.” She watched her stand up and looked up into her eyes. “You are not okay.” Soraka stepped closer to her, her eyes not leaving Kayle’s eyes. “And it is okay to show sadness, it is not a sign of weakness. Every person breaks down.. There is no reason to hold it in.” Soraka took another step, “You will feel better when you finally open up to someone.” She understood how the warrior felt. Soraka had to stay strong for others during the war, healing others, and giving bad news if her heals couldn’t save someone. She had to look okay to comfort others when she’s terrified and hurting as well. “I’m here for you always, Kayle.” The starchild gave a warm smile and pulled Kayle into a tight hug. Not letting go until the angel pushed her away. She waited for her actions, her words, her emotions to spill out onto her. Soraka cared so much for Kayle, she related to her in so many ways, she wanted her to be okay and happy again.

[aetherwingangel]

Kayle felt awkward and unusual as the star child pursuing her line of questioning, not often used to being on the other side of the interrogation, and all the more uncomfortable for having appeared as anything less than the strong paragon, the Leader of her people. She was unsure how to navigate socially in this way, and her muddled emotions certainly didn’t help that. When Soraka stepped up to her she paused, not quite shrinking away, though her stance certainly tightened. She took in a sharp, deep breath as the celestial embraced her, despite being significantly smaller, in stature if not height, than her.

She held that breath for several counts, the breath holding everything in, attempting to bundle it all up and shove it far FAR away, like she had for so long. But even an angel can not hold her breath forever. As she finally exhaled so came the tears again, soft quiet tears and softer still sobs. She wrapped her arms around the healer in a strong, tight embrace, her forehead resting wherever it may have landed on her. “It is SO hard… To stay strong… After all I have lost.”

[noone-expects-the-banana]

Soraka felt her tight embrace and sighed lowly, nodding to her words. She tightened her grip on her and closed her eyes. She let the angel let out her emotions, everything she held in for so long was finally being released. Her hands tickled her back lightly, trying to comfort and relax her. “You are still strong, Kayle.” She whispered, not wanting to let go of their tight embrace. “You led many people.. You never showed fear. You tried to be okay for everyone else. All you did was care about how others feel. You forgot to care about yourself.”   She pulled away from their hug, and she gave a rather warm smile to the other woman. Her hand started to glow an orange color as she placed her hand onto the angel’s forehead. Her power sending warm sensations throughout her body. To help Kayle feel peace, to feel happiness even. “Please remember.. You need to take care of yourself too.”

[aetherwingangel]

Kayle slumped back against the wall as Soraka’s grip on her faded, tears silent streaming down her face still. She close her eyes, not being able to bear even the celestial seeing her in this state. Even as a warm, peaceful sensation grew from the healer’s hand on her forehead, still she felt her demons entangling around her heart. Kayle hated her past self, hated what she had done. To Morgana, to so many other as well. She had helped tear her people asunder even as she had been trying to help them come together. So many slain, and for what? Justice? No, justice was purer than that. Her decisions had even cost her her wings.

“How can I think of myself when I have cause so much pain and suffering? How can I believe I do not deserve this turmoil inside?” she asked honestly, her eyes opening, her tears starting to dry.

[aetherwingangel]

"Who did this to you?"

Kayle wasn’t sure what was going on anymore. She had been captured, her aetherwings taken from her, left in tattered clothing, chained, beaten, broken… She had failed again, and in her own mind, she deserved to be left to die as she had. And she was certain she would die alone in that dark dusty dungeon. Until a single brave ‘zerker’s voice had rung through her dark thoughts, straight to her subconscious. “The Rebels…” she uttered softly in answer, her voice as weak as her body. 

She managed to move ever so slowly towards the voice, her hands reaching out and feeling for the touch of another, trying to draw strength from him, strength enough to maybe collect herself, just maybe…

[wanderingberserker]

Olaf looked at the tortured women in front of him. Seeing her struggle to reach out towards him, he felt anger as those who’d done such a thing to her. Grabbing her as gently as he could, he threw her over his shoulder. “Let’s get you out of here, first. Then I’m gonna deal with those rebels….PERSONALLY.” He said, taking an axe in his other hand, and personally hoping he ran into a few rebels, to send a message.

“Is there anything here that you have to regain?” He asked her as he carried her out of the room.

[aetherwingangel]

Kayle’s breath was short, unsteady. She had barely been holding on, and seeing a friendly face for the first time in a very, very long time gave her some small amount of strength, though not much. “My armor. They took my armor.” she managed to push out, trying to take a deeper breath, to keep her eyes open when all she wanted to do was collapse now that was she was relatively safe. “If you can get me to my armor...” she wheezed a little, coughing to clear her dry throat. “Then my wings can hold me up.”

[highseaqueen-deactivated2019101]

7 Minutes! @aetherwingangel

It wasn’t until the door slammed shut did Angela know what her friends were planning. Blue eyes scour the closet for any medium of light, the lights on her Valkyrie suit seeming to do just that.

Now, a bit more relaxed, she felt her body practically meshed up against Kayle’s, lips quivering.

“I’m so sorry zhey did this.”

[aetherwingangel]

Kayle’s own aetherwings had to be shut down in the tiny space, the wings pulling in automatically tightly held against her back as she struggled some small amount with the weight of them without the aether powering their, and her own, antigravity mechanisms. She had asked to be let out several times, to no answer, and they had locked the door behind her. 

She had just decided that pouting until they let her out might be her best option when suddenly the doors flung open, the small amount of light nearly blinding her for the split second it encroached on her vision again. She rubbed at her eyes with one hand while her other hand automatically wrapped around the waist of whomever it was that had gotten thrown in with her protectively, Kayle not registering the individual until she was able to clear her vision– and heard her speak.

“Oh, Mercy.” Kayle said, bushing a bit, desperately hoping the low light was enough to mask the pink shade. “I didn’t expect to run into you here. Then again, I didn’t expect to run into anyone.” She fumbled over words, not used to casual conversation, and even more not used to being quite so flustered. She gently lifted her hand and pulled away as discretely as possible, unsure if the arm around the woman’s waist was even welcome. “Don’t apologize, it’s always a pleasure to run into you.” Kayle spoke, a gentle and soft, if a bit nervous, giggle sneaking it’s way out after.

[highseaqueen-deactivated2019101]

The Valkyrie suit was hard to control in tight spaces. Infact, it made things ten times more uncomfortable when she realized they were trapped in the closet. Eyes seem to close as her lips twitch a bit, the glow of her suit giving them barely any light, and if anything, it made the atmosphere… Romantic? Well… It was strange and foreign to her. 

Dainty hands soon retract from their spot on Kayle’s chest, her cheeks alight with a bright pink blush, the doctor stammering over her words. How could she explain this? Kayle was a divine being, and she… Holy shit she was just a doctor. Although it would be easy to compare the two, Kayle has protected and saved more than Mercy could ever hope to achieve. 

Blonde bangs soon moved to cover her eyes, and she was at a complete loss of words.

“Ah… Ah, I suppose… Kayle, do you zhink zhey are locking us in here because zhey zhink ve are compatible? I don’t like being rushed, and I zhink you’re great, but… but I’m nervous.”

[aetherwingangel]

Kayle chuckled nervously, a hand coming up to scratch at the back of her head as she considered the possibility. “I am certain that they wouldn’t pressure you like that… Would they?” she attempted to reassure Mercy, shifting on her feet back and forth. Although Kayle would choose to seek some sort of connection with the good doctor, she wasn’t one to push anything on people, not anymore at least. That time of her life had long past.

“If it’s any consolation, I feel the same. You are wonderful, and I am very nervous…” she said softly, a hint of a smile tugging at the edges of her lips. Kayle looked to the floor to the side of her, unsure of where to go from here

[toying-with-the-law]

🌊 @aetherwingangel

My muse and your muse has gone to the beach, Send me “🌊” For your muse to throw my muse into the water

Jinx’s eyes widened as she was picked up and thrown into the water, she quickly surfaced and jumped at the the person who threw her in to pull them into the water with her

@aetherwing

[aetherwingangel]

Kayle laughed, feeling more comfortable than normal without her armor, her scars hidden under a one piece bathing suit. “You looked like you neede to cool off, Jinx.” she responded with a playful smile.

[toying-with-the-law]

“I’ll give you something to cool off!” She yelled out as she wrapped herself around Kayle’s shoulders and pulled her under the water with her.

[aetherwingangel]

Kayle laughed as she went under, the young thin girl being a lot stronger than she initially expected. Kayle swam up to the surface again, her laughter following her. She hadn’t had this much from in a long while...

[highseaqueen-deactivated2019101]

Give-Away Time!

> Yawns

> Logs on to tumblr.

> …

OH MAN OH MAN! I GOTTA DO A GIVEAWAY! OH MAN OH MAN!!!!

UH… UH…

1ST PLACE WILL BE A… UM… AAA…. AN ART!!! YEAH! AN ART!

ARTTTT!!!!!!

2ND PLACE A…em… A DOODLE??? 

2 WINNERS FOR SECOND BC THAT MAKES SENSE!!!

3RD PLACE IS A….. um… Aaaaa…. scribble?

so like… 3 people?

I unno.

RULES: YOU GOTTA BE FOLLOWIN ME AND NO GIVEAWAY BLOGS!

1 LIKE AND IDC HOW MANY TIMES YOU REBLOG PER PERSON JUST PLEASE DON’T SPAM PEOPLE WITH THIS

ANNNNNNND YOU GOTTA SHAKE MY HAND

BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR HELPING ME REACH 600!!!

SO TO REITERATE;

1- FULL COLORED ART; 1 WINNER

2- A BIG DOODLE WITH SOME COLOR TO IT (I HATE COLORING); 2 WINNERS

3- A SMALL SCRIBBLE THAT’S COMPLETELY COLORED BECAUSE I’M MATURE AND IDK…

BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR HELPING ME REACH 600!!!

MY NEXT GIVE-AWAY WILL BE AT 1000 BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH! 

[saint-lilium]

Even angels die in arms of demons.

(via an-archangel)

[aetherwingangel]

This is a really nice Aether Wing Kayle blog you have here I have a feeling it's going to be one of my favorites in no time :)

TY <3

[nooneexpectstheironinquisition]

I HAD TO DO IT, OKAY?

KAYLE IS MY BAE AND I NEEDED THIS BLOG.

[aetherwingangel]

I may have done a thing...

[aetherwingangel]

"Kayle.. You don't look yourself. Are you okay?"

Kayle had slumped over in a corner away from- what she had mistakenly thought was- everyone. She wasn’t even in her armor, merely some sports-type clothing that formed to her body, a ‘body suit’ that normally she wore underneath the heavy equipment. Wingless as has been walking around, observing normal people doing normal things on her way to do a few errands when something had merely ‘clicked’ in her brain, setting off an endless spiral of ‘what ifs’ and ‘how comes’ and left her in a bottomless pit of her own normally deeply buried insecurities.

In fact, she was so far down in the emotional pit, crying curled up in a dark alleyway, that she hardly registered the high pitched voice at all. If she hadn’t been so dedicated to being strong for everyone always, she may have not ever registered it. However, since putting on a strong face was so deeply ingrained for so long, her tears stopped, even her quivering softened to a dull roar. She took a few minutes to clean herself up, wiping away the moisture from her cheeks, her eyes still red and puffy, before finally standing. She brushed herself off and cleared her throat, trying to appear strong and together as usual despite having been caught wet-handed. 

“Ah, yes, fine Soraka…” she mumbled, not quite able to meet the celestial’s eyes.

[noone-expects-the-banana]

Soraka felt a heavy weight on her heart when she saw Kayle in this condition. She watched her slow movements, she noticed her puffy eyes and glistening cheeks from crying. Kayle was not okay, and the healer needed to help her before anything else goes wrong for her. “I wasn’t born yesterday.” She watched her stand up and looked up into her eyes. “You are not okay.” Soraka stepped closer to her, her eyes not leaving Kayle’s eyes. “And it is okay to show sadness, it is not a sign of weakness. Every person breaks down.. There is no reason to hold it in.” Soraka took another step, “You will feel better when you finally open up to someone.” She understood how the warrior felt. Soraka had to stay strong for others during the war, healing others, and giving bad news if her heals couldn’t save someone. She had to look okay to comfort others when she’s terrified and hurting as well. “I’m here for you always, Kayle.” The starchild gave a warm smile and pulled Kayle into a tight hug. Not letting go until the angel pushed her away. She waited for her actions, her words, her emotions to spill out onto her. Soraka cared so much for Kayle, she related to her in so many ways, she wanted her to be okay and happy again.

[aetherwingangel]

Kayle felt awkward and unusual as the star child pursuing her line of questioning, not often used to being on the other side of the interrogation, and all the more uncomfortable for having appeared as anything less than the strong paragon, the Leader of her people. She was unsure how to navigate socially in this way, and her muddled emotions certainly didn’t help that. When Soraka stepped up to her she paused, not quite shrinking away, though her stance certainly tightened. She took in a sharp, deep breath as the celestial embraced her, despite being significantly smaller, in stature if not height, than her.

She held that breath for several counts, the breath holding everything in, attempting to bundle it all up and shove it far FAR away, like she had for so long. But even an angel can not hold her breath forever. As she finally exhaled so came the tears again, soft quiet tears and softer still sobs. She wrapped her arms around the healer in a strong, tight embrace, her forehead resting wherever it may have landed on her. “It is SO hard... To stay strong... After all I have lost.”

[aetherwingangel]

"Who did this to you?"

Kayle wasn’t sure what was going on anymore. She had been captured, her aetherwings taken from her, left in tattered clothing, chained, beaten, broken... She had failed again, and in her own mind, she deserved to be left to die as she had. And she was certain she would die alone in that dark dusty dungeon. Until a single brave ‘zerker’s voice had rung through her dark thoughts, straight to her subconscious. “The Rebels...” she uttered softly in answer, her voice as weak as her body. 

She managed to move ever so slowly towards the voice, her hands reaching out and feeling for the touch of another, trying to draw strength from him, strength enough to maybe collect herself, just maybe...

[highseaqueen-deactivated2019101]

7 Minutes! @aetherwingangel

It wasn’t until the door slammed shut did Angela know what her friends were planning. Blue eyes scour the closet for any medium of light, the lights on her Valkyrie suit seeming to do just that.

Now, a bit more relaxed, she felt her body practically meshed up against Kayle’s, lips quivering.

“I’m so sorry zhey did this.”

[aetherwingangel]

Kayle’s own aetherwings had to be shut down in the tiny space, the wings pulling in automatically tightly held against her back as she struggled some small amount with the weight of them without the aether powering their, and her own, antigravity mechanisms. She had asked to be let out several times, to no answer, and they had locked the door behind her. 

She had just decided that pouting until they let her out might be her best option when suddenly the doors flung open, the small amount of light nearly blinding her for the split second it encroached on her vision again. She rubbed at her eyes with one hand while her other hand automatically wrapped around the waist of whomever it was that had gotten thrown in with her protectively, Kayle not registering the individual until she was able to clear her vision-- and heard her speak.

“Oh, Mercy.” Kayle said, bushing a bit, desperately hoping the low light was enough to mask the pink shade. “I didn’t expect to run into you here. Then again, I didn’t expect to run into anyone.” She fumbled over words, not used to casual conversation, and even more not used to being quite so flustered. She gently lifted her hand and pulled away as discretely as possible, unsure if the arm around the woman’s waist was even welcome. “Don’t apologize, it’s always a pleasure to run into you.” Kayle spoke, a gentle and soft, if a bit nervous, giggle sneaking it’s way out after.

[cfmusings-blog]

                so come here                                let me love your bruises.                                let me kiss all your scars. 

[cfmusings-blog]

                       ❝ i hope you end up happy. ❞

[aetherwingangel]

[cfmusings-blog]

           ιғ yoυ’ll вe мy caυѕe oғ deaтн,                    тнen тнaт'ѕ нow ι wanт тo go.

[cfmusings-blog]

                          ❝ you have more good in you than you know. ❞

[cfmusings-blog]

           if you TRY & save her,             it’ll just renew her anger.