SILENCED BY DEVOTION

through unwavering faith, the moon is born anew

[aphellos]

independent, private aphelios from league of legends, cherished by chimes. established in 2019 follows back from my talon blog, mercless. find a list of all my muses below.

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[kinokoco]

i need my silence my privacy so i can heal, and even rockstars got feelings that they feel

[umbane]

There's no other word for it. What Kayn feels when the fear register's on his guest's face, he feels a thrill. Simple and primal. Everyone can act bored and disinterested all they like, but Kayn's patience will eventually run out. He's a busy man, after all.

It's something of a gift of his, ever since he was little more than an ordinary soldier. Finding what will make his opponent crack, then slowly ramping up the pressure until they do. He wasn't called Jarvan's attack dog for his affinity for sticks and a penchant for retrieving them, after all. Kayn's not afraid of dirty work — in fact, most times, he enjoys it, though he rarely has the time to properly savour it these days. Maybe he should find a way to indulge himself. Sometime soon.

It's too bad, though. He was looking forward to that recipe. There will undoubtedly be more opportunities, though.

Kayn leans back, more relaxed, and appraises Aphelios like he didn't expect to be impressed. Then, sharp as a whip and loud, he shouts, "GUARD," before continuing in the same detached tone, like he's ordering light refreshments. "Bring me a tablet. Quickly, please. My patience is already wearing thin." Then, his gaze returns to Aphelios. Appraising him like a valuable gem, or a prized fighter about to fight to the death for his entertainment.

Really, he should be happier. Another templar at his mercy, already locked away on his ship. The only better way for a templar to be is dead. With any luck, this one will go the way of the rest of his kind. "You understand, of course," Kayn murmurs, touching the tip of the knife thoughtfully to his index finger, letting the sharp point rotate slowly against his skin, "How dire your situation is, right? Whose palm your life is sitting in?"

[aphellos]

The outcry brings with it a wave of adrenaline, fingers curling into fists, until Aphelios realises he is not about to be attacked. He would have preferred it, he thinks, having to look upon the expression growing across the Ordinal's face. Like he was some thing with apparent worth to be considered. It makes Aphelios' anger return far too quickly, and makes him wish the shackles restraining him reached the wall.

It is not long until a guard rushes into the cell with the requested tablet. With a quick scan of the scene and before needing any more persuasion, the device is shoved into the prisoner's already burdened arms before the Emperor is saluted, and given space to continue his 'work'.

The tablet forced upon him is enough to break Aphelios out of his violent fantasies toward his captor, for now. Even if the continued taunts are of no help. He thinks woefully of previous Templars as he looks to the screen, who would have been in this same position before him, and he wonders if any others had held the same device. If that knife the Ordinal flaunted had been used to threaten them. Used on, them. Without further delay, fingers tap on the screen to find the right program and correct input, until a tinny, autonomous voice calls out in reply to Kayn's veiled threat;

Perfectly.

The tone is mismatched with the disgruntled look given over the device. There is regret in choosing to communicate with this monster, and he dares not imagine that kinds of things will be asked of him. Not that he would be left in anticipation for long. If the shackles were longer, Aphelios would have been able to utilise this device in much more useful ways…

[aphellos]

-> from HS Ezreal; There were two camps in the HS shared house: those who could cook and those who couldn't. And you could tell the difference because those who couldn't were just outright barred from cooking and Alune had insisted on cameras in the kitchen just to make sure there was no repeat of the pizza and popcorn incident. So whoever was busy in the kitchen was allowed to be in it and a sweet smell began wafting around the house. A energetic tomboy-ish tone reached for higher and higher pitches the more focused she became; Ezreal was cooking up a storm. Boxes were laid out on the counter, one with a name written on each. And among them there were two that stood out most. One was bigger than the others; and another was decorate far more elaborately. The first odd-one out belonged to her best friend. The second one? Well Aphelios would find it waiting on the counter for him when everyone stumbled upon their Heartseeker treats. With a lot of teasing for him. And the culprit? Hiding in her room with a do not disturb sign; because she couldn't stomach any of the teasing or taunting herself. So her dear Phel have to take the brunt; but the elaborately decorated and expertly made honmei chocolate would beat the plain and simple giri choco that everyone else received and make up for the pain.

The sweet aroma of baking and chocolate greets and musician as he wakes, the share house filled with the smell. Ever since some of the band was banned from cooking, the kitchen has smelt a whole lot better in general, so it almost made up for the surveillance levels. Still, the heightened security did not worry him this morning as Aphelios made his way to the kitchen counter to see if there was any evidence of the baking left, blinking away sleep to realise the ploy set out for all to see.

When everyone else had gathered to see the surprise, there was no shortage of teasing for his decorated gift of chocolates for the occasion. Tussled hair, pushed shoulders and oogling at his expense. Eyes roll behind warmed cheeks as his box is retrieved, and Aphelios makes sure he can slip out of the busy kitchen once other boxes are opened, and attention finally falls away from him. The first delicious bite already made it all worth it.

Trepidation holds back his hand from knocking on the door that already asked for no disturbances. Even at the exclusive position he held now, would he be excused for breaking that kind of rule? The plastic of the bouquet in his other hand crinkles with movement as he steps back, lips pursing and piercing bit as his phone was reached for instead.

[9:24am aphelios :] ↳ happy heartseekers ez. thanks for the tasty honmei choco. [9:24am aphelios :] ↳ let me know when i can see you & thank you properly? 🩵 [9:25am aphelios :] ↳ ♡ ∩ _ ∩ („• ֊ •„)♡

[aphellos]

having strep then my housemate giving me his cold that fks up your throat and its like. okay i get it now

[feral-ballad]

Deema K. Shehabi, ed. by Nathalie Handal, from The Poetry of Arab Women: A Contemporary Anthology; “The Glistening”

[Text ID: "and the moon is a solitary man / who waits in anguish"]

[aphellos]

“Where do you keep your faith?“

After a curious look, the Lunari guides her own hand to her chest, weary eyes hopeful of the message's delivery.

[fluwerrr]

predebut photo

[aphellos]

○ beginning my activity return by making sure my playlists are up to date..

[aphellos]

hs aphelios

[aphellos]

blurry eyes open slow. it feels like he's forgotten something incredibly important but can't put a finger on what it is.

[aphellos]

they have loaded into the game . immediately , cutely , throws a question mark on top of aphelios' character .

hm...

he sets aside the deserved comeuppance for now, deciding instead to throw up an adorable emote before buying items. his teammate should consider; when has he ever deserved to be bullied?

[aphellos]

○ hs phel playing his worlds version of league... he plays fill really well, plays whatever he thinks is strongest and suits team comp best. tabs to his teams pov and has incredible map awareness and presence but Refuses to communicate to anyone like maybe doesnt even ping. mute all mute pings the whole lot. even in premades he just plays quietly and wonders why people arent seeing whats obvious to him (wants them to read his mind)

but he uses the emote wheel like a fiend.

[dolls-runeterran-dollhouse]

She was so prepared. Already thinking about what to say the moment she set foot outside. It would be grand. Sway her arm dramatic, other on her hip. Gentle shake of the head, wave her hair. And then snap her sunglasses. Like everything else she did: perfect.

But she was prevented from making her scene. Halted in her confident stride when her path was blocked. But rather than look up she keeps her eyes fixated on the hands belonging to Aphelios who had suddenly grown a spine and opted to stand up to her.

Annoying.

Brave!

But annoying...

"It seems you are still lacking manners. Running up and preventing me from heading back outside. It's almost like you're trying to keep me here."

There was a smirk on her lips, a very subtle one, but a smirk nonetheless. Looks like her proverbial kick to the ass had helped Aphelios stand up for himself. Only now did she look up to lock eyes with him. Shifting her weight to the other leg, she brings one hand up. Wiggling her fingers dismissively at him.

"Go to your social media account. Write a post of gratitude and tag @The_Popstar_Diva verified." Because it'd make her look good, and garner some sympathy for Aphelios. If he knew how to play his cards. She was giving him the opportunity to stand up to himself; but only barely. Only because SHE was getting something out of this as well.

"Be sure to call out ValoranVieuw for their behavior in said post. Claim they hassled you without your interpreter available. How you word it is up to you, little phel."

"Do it right, and you have shown me you have a backbone. And I receive my payment for your rescue."

"Simple, no?" She pulls up her shoulders. Expecting him to say yes; or get the hell out of her way for wasting her time.

[aphellos]

Holding himself tense while awaiting the Diva's verdict, Aphelios cannot help but imagine the worst. That his attempts will be futile, and all the rest what would follow in a messy collapse of everything he had worked so hard on. That his friends and his sister had worked on, crashing down, and it would he his fault.

So when he isn't torn to shreds, the musician's downcast look quickly shifts into confusion. It wasn't a bad idea at all, he would have posted something similar himself - admittedly, it would have been far less forward - Somehow, he had been expecting... worse terms? Was that a harsh thought... Regardless, shoulders shrug, agreement being signed and nodded as his device is brought out of a pocket, "Yeah, sure." Shifting his weight, the tab is opened and a flurry of fingers fly across the screen.

event's going great, already met @The_Popstar_Diva in person. thanks again for helping me out 🫰 🩵 and ValoranViews, next time you wanna interview me make sure there's a way for your reporters to understand my answers, okay? 😉

His thumb hovers over 'Post' as nerves put up their last stand. Another button is pressed instead, and as he holds his phone up with the screen showing the front facing camera, Aphelios shakes it in his hand; an offer to take a photo together to really sell the post's authenticity. He was prepared for any kind of answer by now, he feels. But really he just wants this interaction to not end by crashing down in flames.

[feral-ballad]

Missak Medzarents, from Anthology of Armenian Poetry, ed. & tr. by Diana Der Hovanessian and Marzbed Margossian; "Twilight"

[aphellos]

getting beat up by the moon but pondering what if i could make this into a card game the lunari play.... link

[aphellos]

○ had a horrible dream where aphelios got a rework / added to wild rift and he was made into a mage with an e ability and his guns got taken away and he was talking back and forth with alune and this is why you shouldnt sleep for 11 hours