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PINNED! Syndra from League of Legends, as adored and penned by Silvius. promotion post.
RULES, before you follow. BIOGRAPHY, a brief introduction. HEADCANONS, to know more about main verse. VERSES, other settings in which the sovereign resides.
LONG LOST SENTENCE STARTERS
taken from lord huron’s 2021 album, long lost. as usual, contains themes of love, heartbreak and regret. change pronouns/wording as necessary.
‘ the moon doesn’t mind that i’m left all alone and she’s gone. ‘
‘ if forever gets lonely, take my hand. ‘
‘ don’t laugh, you’ll make me cry. ‘
‘ i know we will be together. ‘
‘ in my mind, you’re mine forever. ‘
‘ if you’re ever gonna leave this place, don’t wait, it’s time to go. ‘
‘ oh, we really should have left here long ago. ‘
‘ love is strange, i can’t sleep without you. ‘
‘ everybody lies, but I’ll never doubt you. ‘
‘ i don’t want to die but I can’t live without you. ‘
‘ i’m much too young to die. ‘
‘ if you ever want to see my face again, i want to know. ‘
‘ if you never want to see my face again, i want to know. ‘
‘ i’ve been lost before and i’m lost again, i guess. ‘
‘ every road and every highway led me right back to your door. ‘
‘ love me like you used to and i’ll praise you like i should. ‘
‘ love me if you choose to, though you say that i’m no good. ‘
‘ i dream most every night that i never left you. ‘
‘ do you love me anymore? ‘
‘ lord i know i made mistakes, but i am different now, i'vе changed. ‘
‘ will you let me lay beside you? ‘
‘ i swear this time around i’m going to stay. ‘
‘ i curse the goddamn day that i went and left you. ‘
‘ i don’t want to lose you, i would change it if i could. ‘
‘ come on and meet me in the city. ‘
‘ put on the dress you wore the night we met. ‘
‘ am i not the one you’re dreaming of, my angel? ‘
‘ forget the life you had and don’t look back. ‘
‘ if our love is so wrong, tell me why does it feel so right? ‘
‘ am i not the one you want to love forever? ‘
‘ for a while, i was held by the myth of the lost highway. ‘
‘ i ain’t lonely, are you? ‘
‘ i ain’t lonely, i’m long lost. ‘
‘ i’ve a tale or two to tell you, but the booze just makes me slow. ‘
‘ there’s a secret to this town. ‘
‘ there’s a reason why i’m still living here, though i can’t think of it right now. ‘
‘ i made a life out of chasing a ghost. ‘
‘ twenty years takes its toll. ‘
‘ i gotta find a way out of this mess. ‘
‘ i’m in troublе and it sure looks bad. ‘
‘ i destroyed my health searching for myself, but there ain’t nothing there to find. ‘
‘ i ain’t never seen you look so sad. ‘
‘ i get by, but i’m tired of myself. ‘
‘ i just want it to be like it was. ‘
‘ i just want us to be who we were long ago. ‘
‘ how i yearn for the yеars we were young and in lovе. ‘
‘ i look up at the uncaring sky with a prayer on my lips and a tear in my eye. ‘
‘ i just hope you’ll be comin’ back soon. ‘
‘ can we wind back the wheels to the way that it was? ‘
‘ oh, where did the time go? ‘
‘ may you learn the reasons why. ‘
‘ may you live until you die. ‘
‘ it’s hard to make friends when you’re half in the grave. ‘
‘ but i ain’t dead yet. ‘
‘ you look like hell and you smell like death. ‘
‘ turn around and leave me to myself. ‘
‘ I’ve been out way too long, heading right for the edge. ‘
‘ if she asks about me, tell her i’m not dead yet. ‘
‘ i swore that i’d become a better man for you and i tried. ‘
‘ i told you i could never love somebody else, but i lied. ‘
‘ i told you i’d be coming back again for you, but i’m not. ‘
‘ i told you i’d be coming back again for you, but i’m not. ‘
‘ i’m going way out where the world will never find me. ‘
‘ i told you i would never leave you all alone, but i lied. ‘
‘ i read your letter in the morning by the lake and i cried. ‘
‘ told you i could never live without your love, but i lied. ‘
‘ floating, tired and lonesome like i promised to be. ‘
‘ i might stay in my mind just for a couple of years. ‘
‘ where would i go, and would a lone soul miss me? ‘
‘ i’m gonna get it together and i hope i live forеver. ‘
‘ try though i might, i was never a believer. ‘
‘ going to fly through my life ‘til i crash into the ending. ‘
‘ i’ll make a deal with the devil and live forever. ‘
‘ what does it mean if it all means nothing? ‘
(via)
ON MODERN VERSE / FASHION
Syndra adores fashion and often garbs herself in more frivolous items like fur coats and leather. She’ll always be overdressed for every occasion and loves it so.
Attending fashion shows whenever she has the time (and the social energy) for it - is also a hobby of hers.
You’ll never catch her wearing anything that isn’t from a luxury brand and in a bright colour (except white - white is acceptable to her).
PS : she also loves handbags and doing her make up (surprisingly) subtly.
ON MODERN VERSE / BOOKSTORE
Despite the fact that she owns a business empire, Syndra still enjoys books and other literature alike. Running her bookstore is more of a passion project for her, which also provides her with a lot of calm that her money making profession seems to disrupt.
Everyday, you’ll find her reading behind the counter in the shop that stands in Xintiandi. Sometimes grabbing a coffee and lunch at nearby cafés. Regulars who work in surrounding stores as well as customers do not know of her as a successful business owner, and she likes to keep it that way.
Most days, you’ll find the store peaceful and quiet, with a decent amount of visitors purchasing books sporadically - never noisy, just how she likes it.
ON MODERN VERSE / IDENTITY AND INTRODUCTIONS
Syndra does not have a big group of friends, but instead, is good friends with a few, selective people. They are well aware of her real name, but call her Syndra upon her own request. Despite running a small bookstore, they are aware of the fortune she inherited.
Whenever Syndra has to introduce herself, she seldom does so using her biological name ; she has only grown to hate it all the more because her mother only refers to her as Samaira. She, also does not shy away when it comes to letting others know that she is in charge of a big estate agency and the power she holds socially.
Owning a lot of properties and land across the globes makes her very well connected, and she is capable of getting her way with things. It is believed that she even dabbles with dangerous organisations and people - which is true, but always concealed so as to never leave behind any evidence of their dealings.
i will seek a thousand deaths i will bring a thousand years of war
The first few words of her adventure began with hesitation, hands clasps together and then slowly drawn apart - a FICKLE of energy growing steadily unlike the former. “ The very start of the story is long forgotten, so I speak from the time where an ordinary girl can only remember anger and sorrow. Never belonging - neither amongst family or others. ”
Growing purple sparks take shape - a great old tree, the Ghost - Willow, and knelt adjacent, a girl, face in her hands, weeping. “ She no longer wished to continue feeling that way, and so — ” Images of tinted colour ; the branches begin to wilt and Syndra of the past afloat. “ They had kept me subdued, taken away the right to my unhappiness, ” hands waving, the show blending into the space that surrounds them.
From the haze of faint hue, an orb emerges - dark, small, but glowing ; and upon the scene, sovereign’s lips paint a smile, like something sinister brewing underneath. “ But I rose. I rose once again. ”
@infinite-xerath·
❝ We both knew the cost. ❞
“ Somethings must be carried forward regardless of their cost. I am not quite fond of the mess we’ve caused. ” Bodies sprawled upon the First Lands, gallons of Noxian blood coalescing upon the ditches made by the pair.
Dared to have step foot on Ionia again - not so much, but upon Syndra’s ‘ empire ’, they had made love with DEATH ; and the boss had accompanied her for a little bit of fun amidst the chaos. “ Won’t you be a darling and get this cleaned up? I can’t be arsed to drown them. They are destroying my garden. ”
oh the things i would give to wear a blood spattered white gown, sit on the window sill eating pomegranates, gazing longingly over the sunset, waiting for my lover to come back home
ON MODERN VERSE / BASIC HISTORY
BIOGRAPHY
Born into a rich family and having lost her father from illness at the age of 17 and her brother from an accident soon after. Syndra came to inherit her family family fortune. Despite not having the need to work and having a team of employees to help her manage the various estates owned by her late father, she still chooses to run a cosy bookstore of her’s.
She is not close to her mother, as she had never approved of her daughter’s lifestyle & more so Syndra is deeply ridden with guilt, as an argument with her sibling had resulted in him drinking and driving that fatal night. She, herself and her mother continue to blame Syndra which caused a further rift between the two.
To get away from her, she had applied to University of California, Los Angeles to study English literature following master of library and information sciences in the United States. To her mother’s disapproval, these weren’t ‘ useful ’ degrees but she had proven their competency by running her father’s business in an organised manner upon her return to China.
The two, soon after, started living separately, her avoiding contact with her mother as much as possible, but the latter still clinging onto her life, making sure to voice her demeaning opinions.
Syndra currently runs her bookshop by herself in Xintiandi, closing up early in the evening to attend to her other profession which she is slowly learning how to administer with the help of her assistant.
WHAT TYPE OF ‘ I LOVE YOU ’ ARE YOU?
I love you and I wish you knew just how much.
The pining, the aching, the wishing, and hoping; it's what you whisper to yourself under the cover of darkness as you fall asleep thinking of them. It's the text you've typed out and deleted before sending at least a dozen times. It's the countless pictures of them you have of them on your phone, the home screen image of their smile that you know will give you away the next time they jokingly swipe your phone. It sits restless and suffocating at the back of your throat. Rip dude, I know how that is.
Stolen from : @voidbind Steal from : me!
♥️ 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 [ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 ] ♥️
sentence starters inspired by lyrics from songs in my top 2021 playlist on Spotify !! some lyrics have been slightly modified to be more usable . feel free to edit & add context to your needs . have fun !! ♥️
❝ Get the fuck on my level. ❞ ❝ Go cry to your mom. ❞ ❝ I had a good thing but I blew it. ❞ ❝ Is there really any hope for me? ❞ ❝ I know everything I’ve ever done wrong. ❞ ❝ I wouldn’t talk to a friend the way I talk to myself. ❞ ❝ The voice in my head really needs some help. ❞ ❝ Do I deserve this hurting? ❞ ❝ Feel like I’m hexed. ❞ ❝ You ain’t gon’ tell me shit. ❞ ❝ Tell her throw it back. ❞ ❝ Don’t fucking touch me. ❞ ❝ I don’t wanna hear about your life. ❞ ❝ I don’t wanna know you. ❞ ❝ Stay away from me. ❞ ❝ I don’t fucking like you. ❞ ❝ I can’t let you go. ❞ ❝ We both knew the cost. ❞ ❝ I hate that I made you the enemy. ❞ ❝ I hate that I need you. ❞ ❝ You’re invincible. ❞ ❝ There’s a fight in your eyes. ❞ ❝ You’re the only one who cares. ❞ ❝ Where do I start? ❞ ❝ I feel nothing. ❞ ❝ Choke me. ❞ ❝ I’m not the one you should wait on. ❞ ❝ You’re hard to avoid. ❞ ❝ I can’t stand the sound of your voice. ❞ ❝ I’ve sinned enough. ❞ ❝ I’m ready to bury all my bones. ❞ ❝ Tell me your secrets. ❞ ❝ I’m more than willing to rot in hell with you. ❞
ON FAE’LOR
Post destruction of the island, which had left it barren, Syndra had allowed life to flourish on it. The magic of the First Lands allowed it to heal rapidly, like caring for itself.
It now harbours Ionian wildlife and plenty of beauty that the sovereign enjoys walking amidst in and observing about.
Despite what it may seem, she is quite fond of nature as it is what she has grown surrounded by, and caring for.
ON RESIDENCE
Syndra’s choice of residence continues to be the Fae’lor fortress, secluded away from Ionia. Time and time again, the island has had visitors, which is something she is not fond of. It is the first place where one would look for her and to avoid capture Syndra moves around the First Lands.
Her second abode rests atop the hills of Vlonqo. A region of Ionia known for it’s exquisite flowers used for tattooing. It garners not much attention but in spring season, where artists come to collect the flora. Most reside in the lower half, or at foot of the hills, as it grows exceptionally cold at the top ; this, however, does not bother Syndra but adds onto the advantage of isolation.
A humble hut of wood, twisted and entwined with nature - infused with magic, it is capable of standing harsh winters of Vlonqo. The heavy snow covers the ground and the roof, a lot of the plants withering away. In summers, the rays of the Sun shine strong, but it is not an unbearable heat. The cool breeze makes it a pleasant atmosphere and everything flourishes.
Inside her home, Syndra collects books, which do not fit on her bookshelf, for it is brimming with words already. As a result, she resorts to placing them on the floor or the furniture - making her home look cosier, but all the more tiny. Mahogany lines the floor and the main room extends into the kitchen. A thin sliding door divides the bedroom and the adjoining bathroom.
my veins run black with the charred remains of my heart
