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A snow-covered pine tree branch.

#—— ᴄᴏᴏʟʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ. // *aesthetic.#—— ᴄᴏʟᴅʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. // *photo.

Maalcrom could count how many foreigners he has ever personally come across on one hand, even fewer so whom he has seen more than once. the Freljord was not a welcoming land, the BITTER COLD and the hardened people who live upon its icy ground not the most hospital of the various lands across Runeterra.

this was the chilling truth, and yet remains this dark-haired individual who seems so STUBBORN, so HEADSTRONG, and so set upon following his footsteps, the proof of Maalcrom’s generosity upon the other’s shoulders in the form of that warm, fur - lined cloak that the frost priest had procured upon finding that shivering individual, who was so unprepared for the harsh environment of this glacial land. with those pale lips set in a grim line he looks to the shadow - laced man, his brow furrowing, a wrinkle upon that pale face.

❝ what is your purpose in the Freljord, Shieda Kayn ? the path i tread is an unsteady one, one you should not walk alongside me upon. i implore you seek a better guide. ❞

{ @umbranatus takes a breath }

#—— ɪᴄᴇᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ. // *in character.#—— ғʀᴏsᴛʙᴏʀɴ. // *replies.#umbranatus #{ look i did it now yamete the bullying !! }

@umbranatus is bullying me.

#{ cryptid.. }#—— ᴍᴇʟᴛ. // *ooc.#—— ᴍᴇʟᴛɪɴɢ. // *tbd.

💛🖤

SEND HEARTS. // *accepting. ( @frostslayer )

💛 - platonic / best friends. 🖤 - rivals.

—— i would think that Maalcrom knew Sejuani before her tribe stopped coming to the meetings, along with them being good friends in lieu of Ashe. along the same lines, perhaps they were rivals both in Ashe’s affections or just in ideologies. Sejuani’s brash personality vs Maalcrom’s collected persona could be very interesting.

#frostslayer #—— ᴡɪɴᴅsᴇɴᴛ. // *answered.

💘 romantic. me crying softly pls dont judge me for it also love ur blog , its pretty

SEND HEARTS. // *accepting. ( @iceshot )

💘 - romantic.

—— no need for judgement because, well, it was hinted heavily that the two did indeed hold affections for one another! Maalcrom before he begins to strangle Ashe just before her discovery of Avarosa’s bow told her to “sleep now, my love,” or something along the lines of this. that means that Maalcrom does indeed hold romantic inclinations for Ashe, however could not pursue it both due to his tie to Lissandra and his duties as a frost mage. whether Ashe felt the same way is largely up to reader interpretation, but i definitely think it is possible ( and tyvm, my blog is still in wip but im glad it looks nice !! ).

#iceshot #—— ᴡɪɴᴅsᴇɴᴛ. // *answered.

💘💚 ;;

SEND HEARTS. // *accepting. ( @umbranatus )

💘 - romantic. 💚 - family.

——as tragic as it may be, it is difficult for Maalcrom to seek familial OR romantic relationships, not after what he has done to Ashe and her tribe. it will take time to pursue such a thing with a man who has literally encased his heart in ice. it is possible, perhaps even more so after the loss of Ashe, but it indeed is quite situational.

#—— ᴡɪɴᴅsᴇɴᴛ. // *answered.#—— ɢʟᴀᴄɪᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ. // *headcanon.#umbranatus

if u don’t think he has salty-tea on Grena then that’s where ur wrong.

#—— ʙᴏɴᴇᴄʜɪʟʟ // *musings.#—— ᴍᴇʟᴛɪɴɢ. // *tbd.

infpaesthetics

#—— ᴄᴏᴏʟʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ. // *aesthetic.#—— ᴄᴏʟᴅʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. // *photo.

meme-cafe

.ﾟ☆ﾟ. ╼ relationship meme.

💘 romantic. 💛 platonic / best friends. 💚 family. 💜 mentor/men-tee. 💔 unrequited love [ * specify muse. ] 🖤 rivals.

#—— ᴡɪɴᴅʙʟᴏᴡɴ. // *ask meme.#{ breathes let me have some pre-established relationships- }

GLACIALFROST // *headcanon.

all mages who serve under the ice witch are required to prove their loyalty and subservience to her through many trials, one of which being to freeze their own hearts in her ice. this not only serves as a permanent mar that Lissandra holds power over upon the situation that one should betray her, but also as a reminder to each frost mage under her rule to avoid bonds and relationships with others.

on a more outlandish note, perhaps the item FROZEN HEART is just this: a frost mage’s heart, encapsulated in that magical, unmelting ice. and, perhaps, the one available to champions to buy in game is the heart of Maalcrom, whose heart armor was strengthened by the crystal shot that Ashe fired into his chest.

#—— ɢʟᴀᴄɪᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ. // *headcanon.#{ is this too wild lmao- }

“ why are you looking at me like that? ”

SENTENCE STARTERS // *accepting. ( @warmotherashe )

❝ do you truly wish to know the answer, Ashe ? or are you asking out of courtesy ? ❞

his tone is light, airy, joking and yet oh so subtly WARM. he allows a smile to grace his face, a beam that echoes the inflection of his voice, that brow lowering if but in a small motion to bow towards the daughter of Grena, his hand upon his chest, his staff in its usual resting place upon his shoulder.

❝ i can tell you the answer, if you wish, but it is not one you may wish to hear. or, perhaps, it is better left unknown … at least for of the present moment.❞

he chuckles, the noise leaving his nose in a flurry, his own empty gaze drawn away from those bright eyes to peer upon the snowy landscape of his home, among the thronging people that he called his family. his chest hurts and his heart aches, only numbed by the ice that encapsulates that wretched beating thing. his smile is hollow, and the breath he takes is deep, blown out in a white fog.

❝ perhaps one day i will tell you. one day.❞

#warmotherashe #—— ᴡɪɴᴅsᴇɴᴛ. // *answered.#—— ɪᴄᴇᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ. // *in character.

"i can't feel any of my limb."

{ @umbranatus }

❝well isn’t that a darn shame would you like my furs ? your attire is not appropriate for the Freljordian weather. ❞

#umbranatus #—— ᴡɪɴᴅsᴇɴᴛ. // *answered.#—— ɪᴄᴇᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ. // *in character.#{ having to look nice in front of as.he and this is the dumbass he gets- }

kelseylorene

Still. Natales, Chile.

#—— ᴄᴏᴏʟʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ. // *aesthetic.#—— ᴄᴏʟᴅʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. // *photo.#// *gif.

“ is this what you wanted? ”

SENTENCE STARTERS // *accepting. ( @iceshot )

he can hardly hear her, not over the howling gales that storm upon the top of the mountain, not over the wailing screams and cries of the people he slaughtered, the hearthborn he had lived so much of his life among in the name of the WITCH, the echoing growls and cheers of the wraiths behind him. but he can hear her, nonetheless, a voice as clear and cold as the winter ice, her face contorted in that treacherous disgust and fear, an expression that Maalcrom has never seen before upon that beautiful face, an expression he has only seen conjured in the recesses of his nightmares.

❝ ‘ what i wanted ’ ? no, Ashe, this is not what i wanted. i never wanted you to suffer like this, i wanted you safe and not hurt yourself over the crazed ambitions of a senile warmother. and yet you followed her blindly, DEVOTEDLY, and what has it culminated to ? ❞

he points to the rocks she leans upon, his face calm, his motions clear cut. he holds no tremor in his voice, no, for his heart has long been encased in that sheer cold, hardened by his duties ( and while it was SHE who chinked this icy armor, it remains strong … a FROZEN HEART ).

❝ NOTHING, Ashe, NOTHING. i warned you, i tried to drive you off this path. i gave you my warmth, my all, and yet you still followed HER. ‘ what i want ? ’ why do you ask me this, if my answer means naught to you anyways. ❞

#iceshot #—— ᴡɪɴᴅsᴇɴᴛ. // *answered.#—— ɪᴄᴇᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ. // *in character.

“ i didn’t realize you were in so much pain. ”

SENTENCE STARTERS // *accepting. ( @umbranatus )

he is visibly taken aback by such an observation, his lips opening then closing, his hands tightening around the staff in hand as he draws back, his brow creasing. could it be so CLEAR, the PAIN he holds within ? the fears, the doubts, the struggles ? to hear the word traitor echoing within his head, to feel warmth within a heart that is supposed to be encased in ice ? how could he handle such emotions ? he takes a shuddering breath, a pale hand wrapping the cloak about him closer to himself. his face remains calm, but there is something steely to his gaze, a tightness to those lips.

❝ there is little i can do about this PAIN. my duties, my responsibilities of who i am require such loss, such agony. my heart is sheathed in ice, my soul a glaze of frost. i am no longer one among mortals.❞

but he leans his head back, looking up to the cloudy sky, as clouded as the goal he once was able to see so clear, clouded by cares, kindness, LOVE. those lashes flutter shut as he allows flakes of snow to fall upon his face.

❝ but indeed, i am in pain. you are correct. if you are able to feel as such, i have certainly lost practice in concealing my true intentions.❞

#umbranatus #—— ᴡɪɴᴅsᴇɴᴛ. // *answered.#—— ɪᴄᴇᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ. // *in character.

“ help me understand. ”

SENTENCE STARTERS // *accepting. ( @arrowdeft )

❝ what must you UNDERSTAND, Ashe ? i have done anything in my power to make you understand, i have done everything, i would do anything–❞

his voice breaks as his body folds, as if heavy with the words he speaks, his head lowering as he turns away from that imploring gaze, his hands warm around that cold staff, his expression concealed by those locks of dark hair so tinged with white, concealing those hurt eyes. SHE WILL CONFRONT DEATH, a truth that lingers upon the fringes of his reality as the heartborn and iceborn finally part ways. the people he walks with, has lived among for so many years will also confront the release of eternal sleep. all because of her, because of that fable - crazed warmother. he grits his teeth, but his expression remains a pained composure, his chest shaking as he takes in a breath and looks to his friend ( ally, traitor ).

❝ you have chosen to leave with the warmother. you have made your choice, and i cannot change your decision. i can see such in your eyes. ❞

his hands lower, the staff leaning upon his shoulder once more as he raises his head. his smile is soft, all that previous tenseness replaced by something … sad.

❝ perhaps on another day, in another life, you will understand.❞

#arrowdeft #—— ᴡɪɴᴅsᴇɴᴛ. // *answered.#—— ɪᴄᴇᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ. // *in character.

“ she/he was the only one who ever understood. ”

SENTENCE STARTERS // *accepting. ( @frostslayer )

he was aware of who she spoke of, HER, the one of flaxen hair that carries the weight of the hearthborn upon her shoulders, the strength of the iceborn in her hands, ASHE. his gaze softens momentarily before hardening into a concerned glare, a crease appearing in his brow. there is a clear cold wall to the HEART in which his emotions befuddle themselves, his hands lowering to that cloak blown by the wind, pulling it closer to his slight frame as he allows him but a wane smile, looking to the snowy landscape and the ice - floe riddled sea.

❝ perhaps she was the only one who ever understood, who understands. her heart knows what it must do, it seeks the RIGHTEOUS truth, the correct truth. she cares for her people, yet … i am afraid, afraid for the future, for her.❞

he looks back to the woman with a bittersweet gaze, his smile rueful.

❝ is that so wrong of me ?❞

#frostslayer #—— ᴡɪɴᴅsᴇɴᴛ. // *answered.#—— ɪᴄᴇᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ. // *in character.

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