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Send me “Can’t sleep?” to have a tired conversation with my muse in the middle of the night.

Unusual questions for your muse

🛌- Does your muse prefer to sleep under many layers of blankets or only under a few? 🎀- Does your muse like to accessorize? What are their favorite pieces of accessories? 🎐- Does your muse like to collect/hoard anything? 🛋- Does your muse like to have company over? 📱- Is your muse the “oversharing” type? 🐰- Does your muse prefer soft, plush textures or smooth and glossy textures? 💎- Is your muse drawn to things that sparkle? 🔖- Is your muse a daydreamer? What do they tend to think about? Have they ever caught themselves while lost in thought? 📰- Does your muse like to read the news? 📇- Is your muse a gossiper? 🕹- What does your muse do to occupy themselves when bored? 🏚- Does your muse like to explore dangerous places? 🌋- Has your muse done something stupid and not regret it? ⛪️- Does your muse enjoy attending churches they don’t belong to? 🛣- Is your muse considered a wanderer? 🐺- Would your muse consider themselves a lone wolf or a social butterfly? 🤝- Does your muse forgive others easily? 🖖- What “Fandoms” would your muse belong to? 🎖- Does your muse enjoy praise? 🎟- Do they like “so bad it’s good” movies? 🎠- Does your muse like amusement parks/carnivals/festivals? 🏝- Could your muse survive on an uninhabited island all by themselves?

#Only the worthy may ask (prompts)

akachan-no-kage

They frowned, brows furrowed.

“To spar. Besides, you couldn’t hurt me if you tried.”

Kayn tilted his head with a small smile. “I would not be so presumptuous, but very well. Spar we shall.”

“I hope you do not expect me to be kind.”

Indeed, he intended on rushing at them and catching them off guard.

Now.

#The voice of shadow (IC)#akachan-no-kage

Based off a plot between @the-blades-end and myself. A grape and a cherry.

#My art #They dare look upon me (visage)#Kayn #Talon #League of Legends

Ekko: "Let me take a look..."

[Caring sentence starters | @musetothemusic | no longer accepting]

Kayn flinched from the child’s prying fingers. It had been so long since last someone had touched him - let alone kindly - and he was not in the habit of allowing anyone so close. He shooed him away with his hands and inspected the wound himself. A large gash on his side from which shadows bled, unbidden like blood, yet not quite the same.

“…I will be fine, child,” he said at last, his gaze turning to the child and a small smile crossing his features in an attempt to placate. He was not in the habit of being around children, and knew not how to respond - only that he wished to be different to his Master. “Are you wounded in any way? This will heal, given some time bathed in shadow, but you are not of the shadow arts.”

#musetothemusic #The voice of shadow (IC)

Amumu: "It's safe here."

[Caring sentence starters | @musetothemusic | no longer accepting]

Kayn looked down at the odd creature - so small, yet he sensed an odd kind of power from it. Something he could not describe, nor how to name. He blinked for a moment, as if finding it difficult to comprehend what was happening - indeed, it was rare for him to ever need protection from another. The shadows more than provided for their master.

“…Thank you,” he said at last. “Who… Who are you?”

#musetothemusic #The voice of shadow (IC)

the-blades-end

From what seemed like nowhere, a knife appeared into his hand, though he had no intent of hurting the other, at least, it did not seem that way, instead, he simply spun the small blade around in his hand, fumbling with it, almost making a show out of it, how nimble he was with it’s movements, looking down at his hand for a moment as he continued to toy with the blade as though it couldn’t cut open his flesh if he missed a single beat…

And he held it firm, and he was silent for a long moment, rubbing his thumb upon the flat end of the blade, the cool steel against his skin, looking back at the other, he straightening his spine, finally standing up properly from his exaggerated slouch, now a little bit taller than the other.

He took a deep breath. Once again, the blade was gone. Probably slid into his sleeve or into a small slit in his uniform, hiding the blade snuggly close to his form, ready to be retrieved at any moment.

“I don’t know. Maybe. I knew a lot of people when I…” He was quiet for a moment. Then, he lifted his hands. It seemed while he was fiddling with his blade, he lightly cut the side of his hand, only a drop, two, three, dripping out before it sealed.

“When I was that sickly little girl…”

He smiled, though one hand moved his side, the other rested just above his belt, thumb hooked on it, strategically placed… if something went wrong, a smokebomb would fall. It was his go-to.

Kayn blinked, humming thoughtfully as he searched his memories for anyone of such a description. It was... difficult, to say the least, to remember things from so long ago. Especially given how he had tried to erase all evidence of his Noxian past from himself.

“Perhaps.” His reply was curt. Even if he had known Caleb from another time, he nonetheless was Noxian, and all Noxians were not to be trusted - it was simply the law of life. They desired nothing more than to devour, to take, to destroy, and he, protector of those who could not defend themselves, could not afford to allow such a thing to come to pass. Even if the man before him now was one he once had known.

Indeed, even that should not have a bearing upon how he felt toward him. He remembered - betrayal. Being left to die upon foreign lands.

“What is your business here, then.”

#The voice of shadow (IC)#the-blades-end

the-blades-end

A meek smile found it’s way onto the man’s face, even if it wasn’t the easiest thing for him to move his mouth, considering the scarring that now lie over his lips… He couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, averting his gaze, looking down and away from the other, fingers curling into a fist, then uncurling, lifting his head again, staring at the other.

He still smiled a little, but his gaze seemed so sad, a stark contract to the almost smirk on his lips.

“… It’s best you got out when you did, Kayn.”

He tilted his head again. There was something about this... Caleb... that made him feel almost familiar, even if he felt it was nigh impossible. There was little he remembered of his time in Noxus - he was young when he was left to die in foreign fields. Much too young to remember more than what little he managed to piece together over the years.

A Noxian should not care if he left Noxus or not. Surely. Even if one did, surely it should be to berate him for having left the obviously more distinguished nation for Ionia. To harp on about how Noxian strength would ensure his return.

Yet Caleb’s words were quite contrary to what he had expected. Indeed, he seemed.... Glad for him.

“....Do you not think I should have.... remained Noxian...?”

Then, even quieter:

“....Do I know you from somewhere..?”

#The voice of shadow (IC)#the-blades-end #//Kayn is Confused

[captain-morningstar] “Hey! Watch where you’re swinging that!”

“Rather than demand I look where I’m swinging, perhaps you should instead look where you are walking. It is what eyes are for, after all.”

@captain-morningstar

#captain-morningstar #The strength to take the stars (Odyssey)

Stares in complete and utter confusion at the other. Frowns, resting his hand over his chest, then tilting his head to the side as he eyes his hair... His markings. All of him. Very concerned and confused. Maybe even scared.

Kayn tilted his head too, mirroring the other’s actions. He was the one to break the silence - sensing a certain unease from the other which he did not entirely wish to feel, he thought it best if he explained, if not what had happened (for he was not entirely sure himself), then who he was.

“I am… As you are. But I have defeated Rhaast and transcended the physical to become shadow itself.”

@shadow-of-ionia

#shadow-of-ionia #The voice of shadow (IC)

“Hey! Watch where you’re swinging that!”

“Watch where you are walking, then.”

@demacianmage

#demacianmage #The voice of shadow (IC)

"Come on then, hit me!"

“Is it that you wish to spar, or do you simply desire pain?”

@akachan-no-kage

#akachan-no-kage #The voice of shadow (IC)

“What are you doing up at this hour?”

Kayn only barely suppressed a yawn, if only to strengthen the look of utter disappointment upon his face as he directed his attention toward the Emperor. While he had business to deal with (as always - such was the unfortunate life of an Ordinal. No matter how celebrated the position was, no matter how well respected one was, it always came down to a mountain of work to do for the sake of the Empire), he was almost certain the Emperor had no need to complete whatever had kept him up so late.

He shrugged nonchalantly.

“What are you doing up so late? Off to bed with you, Your Imperial Highness. I will not have your advisers yelling at me for not being the responsible one out of the two of us. I am but a simple Ordinal, but you are our great and illustrious Emperor, and you need your beauty rest. How else will you compete with my beauty?”

@lightshielded

#lightshielded #The strength to take the stars (Odyssey)

ruinmemes

CARING SENTENCE STARTERS

for muses that need a little love.

❝ i’m here for you. ❞

❝ let me help with that. ❞

❝ i’m here. ❞

❝ nothing’s gonna hurt you. ❞

❝ if they do it again, you tell me. ❞

❝ i’ll protect you. ❞

❝ i’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you. ❞

❝ let me take a look… ❞

❝ i’m a phone call away. ❞

❝ you should have called me. ❞

❝ here, sleep. ❞

❝ if you wanna talk, i’m here. ❞

❝ hey, shh, it’s okay. ❞

❝ i’ll never let you go. ❞

❝ you’re with me now. ❞

❝ nothing’s gonna take you from my side. ❞

❝ i’ll do what i have to. ❞

❝ i need you to stay here, okay? i got this. ❞

❝ it’s safe here. ❞

❝ i’m fine, let me see your face. ❞

❝ we’re gonna have to keep ice on that. ❞

#Only the worthy may ask (prompts)#//Come at me zeds specifically #//;9

[Continued from here | @nuova-luna]

Standing by for his reply, her palms lazily rubbing on her obsidian prayer beads -lowering her pale-blue hues for a moment-, she lifted her chin up as he not only confirmed her statement but he also introduced himself as a master of shadows. And this made her quite curious. At his question, she stopped playing with her beads. «… I sense and hear them… I feel their power circling inside your body, and there are no lies coming out from your mouth: not only you’re one with them… But… They trust you as well. I belong to them, even if my bond with them is not as strong as yours.»

“Another who practices the art of the shadows, then.” The briefest of smiles crossed Kayn’s lips before his expression returned to a more neutral one. He barely glanced at her - she was but a stranger, and certainly did not pose a threat to him. He was one with the shadows, and if she wished to bend them against him, well, she was in for a terrible surprise.

“But you are not Ionian. I was unaware there was any other who studied such arts.”

#The voice of shadow (IC)#nuova-luna

the-littlest-wanderer

They sniffled softly, wiping tears from their eye, before moving back to hold the man’s hand close, not wanting to let go just yet. They didn’t want to let go for a long while, but… not everyone liked touching… they just… They couldn’t stop themselves.

“…I… i’m sorry. Thank you, mister… you’ve… you’ve been nice to me… most people aren’t nice to me…”

Kayn was not entirely certain how he should react, and so froze there for a moment as he took in all that was happening. Finally, he squeezed Vael’s hand ever-so-slightly.

“Take your time, child. You are... you are safe, here.”

#The voice of shadow (IC)#the-littlest-wanderer #//Kayn error

regius-leodium

“… I… I apologize. If I walked where I was not due to… I simply did not know.” During his time in Ionia, he had no desires to cause any more issues than absolutely necessary.

“Uh… Garen. Garen Crownguard, of Demacia.” He was tempted to ask the other of who they were, but he was already, metaphorically, walking on thin ice. While he couldn’t see the other, he only saw a dark colored blur, more or less, enough to… concern him.

Kayn tilted his head as he took in the stranger. He certainly did not appear like any Noxian he had seen before - there was, of course, the chance he could be a spy of some sort. Even that possibility did not worry him overly, however - he was armed with his blade, and skilled with the shadows which surrounded them both.

“What is your business here, Garen Crownguard of Demacia? I do not imagine it is often that a Demacian leaves those white walls for Ionia.”

#The voice of shadow (IC)#regius-leodium

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