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sculchained. *
And worry Thresh did not. Perhaps even the word itself wasn’t in his dictionary. The cling, clang of chains rattling against each other with every step, the ear-grating scrape of metal against the rocky stones underfoot, the eerie humming of a tune long forgotten- the Warden is coming for you-
and…
N O B O D Y
E S C A P E S
the Warden.
“A little light has wandered off- took a wrong turn and found herself lost.” The voice(s) came from every direction around his newfound victim- the echoes loud and chilling. Then, a sinister laugh as the wraith appeared out of the mist, skull tilting to the side to let a haunting gaze fall upon the trapped girl.
“Welcome to the Shadow Isles, little sun.” Thresh’s hand reached out to grab onto his chains, swinging them around for a few seconds before releasing his hold on them and letting his hook fly straight towards the girl. Instead of hitting her, however, the hook lodged itself into the trunk mere inches away from her.
“L E T ‘ S H A V E S O M E F U N !”
; the sudden panic sets in before the hook even embeds itself into a wall. internally, she wills herself to remain calm and to not give in to the whims of a demon, but it is far too late. the sound is enough to make her scream out in fear, but when he speaks, she is suddenly shimmering and shifting. it doesn't work here, with no light, but the defense reflex for her is to bend the light and become impossible to see.
she is not adept at dealing with shadows, even if she is able to dispel them with ease. so she sets herself to focus on what she does know; and tears at the roots of the tree like a hound after a treat. delicacy and attempting not to damage the local flora hasn't worked for her yet, and it is time to disregard her feelings and fight for survival.
with her foot free, and the wardens chain embedded in the tree, she thinks herself mostly free. so she runs, tearing through the forest blindly in a vain attempt to get away.
“ there always exists more than one opportunity for you to grow ”
AMANDA LOVELACE - ask prompt; accepting.
; she knows what it means.
an offer of peace, to find balance in the turbulence that she surrounds herself with. an offer to better herself, to move beyond the petty grudges and deep seeded pain she holds close to her heart. she likes the offer, appreciates the softness in his tone and the gentleness of it all.
if she had been shown the same gentleness much sooner, maybe she would have reacted differently.
“ i understand. “
her eyes cloud, dimming in the darkness of the room. she finds some solace in that, that she is a light that doesn’t go out in the darkness, and she is. she swears.
she does not flicker.
“ i wish i knew them … “
rpmusings-galore:
( y o u d o c a r e )
you care so much,
you feel as though you will
bleed to death
with the p a i n of it
phantomemes:
from the work of amanda lovelace , the mermaid’s voice returns in this one ( consider supporting the author ) . pronouns ( he , she , they , i , etc ) & tenses can be adjusted as needed
“ i’m dropping my sword ” “ i’m not sure which of us i’m trying to convince ” “ there was no one i could have told ” “ there was nothing i could have done ” “ do you ever find yourself nostalgic for the life you never got to have ? ” “ do you ever find yourself nostalgic for the person you never got to be ? ” “ i never meant to be here for so long ” “ when will it be my turn ? ” “ who was i before you ? ” “ you can’t fix someone else ” “ you were the first one i believed ” “ i don’t mean to frighten you ” “ i would seriously consider drinking the atlantic whole if only you asked me to ” “ what wouldn’t i do for you ? ” “ i wish you had been my first love ” “ you were always my favorite wreck ” “ why wasn’t i smart enough to stay away from you ? ” “ this isn’t that kind of fairy tale ” “ cages are still cages even when they’re designed to look just like castles ” “ staying with you is nothing more than muscle memory ” “ how can you just walk away ? ” “ sometimes we have to feed ourselves lies just to live ” “ i still have every part of myself ” “ you don’t get to say it’s my fault for staying ” “ i’m but a work in progress ” “ i’m still alive and therefore so is hope ” “ i’m my own sunrise ” “ be stronger than the villains ” “ your voice could sink spaceships ” “ you need to try anyway ” “ you have been known to pry the scabs open , bleed them out ” “ i woke up the next morning and i did not feel brave ” “ we talk about survival like it’s a thing that makes you stronger ” “ i was a bird before this ” “ i remember everything ” “ my healing is ugly ” “ there always exists more than one opportunity for you to grow ” “ i meant to break open to make room for stars ” “ it’s time you give yourself a fair chance ” “ it was never as pretty as you like to pretend it was ” “ i’m used to it by now ” “ don’t ever take anyone’s bullshit ” “ you did not disappear unnoticed ” “ your scraped knees will always mend ” “ just keep singing yourself to sleep ” “ eventually your monsters will stop haunting you ” “ you are not sad forever ” “ maybe the difference between remembering and hurting is just me ” “ does your pain have a voice ? ” “ you are worth spoiling ” “ when i was a child , i used to believe anyone ” “ you did all you could do ” “ now you must learn what it means for you to live ” “ i’ve never been a river nor a lake for you to peer into ” “ my story has never been your story ” “ rip this page out and keep it with you ” “ be victorious in everything you do ” “ disturb the gods , if that’s what it takes ”
"It's still not healed, but it's getting there."
injuries - ask prompt.
; “ yeah … are you sure it’s okay to walk on it ? “
the light of Demacia struggles with the grim reality of battle almost daily; and to most, she is far too delicate for it. she has no taste for delicacies, not after she was abruptly ruined before she could even learn what control felt like.
so she is glad that Ashe is honest with her, upfront about it. it feels like both of them understand something in secret, a quiet promise that one is the chilling ice of Freljord, and the other is the searing light of Demacia.
it’s nice.
“ not to step on your toes, since you know more than me … i think … but it looks bad. “
kengoutheascendedbladesman. *
; “ this is the cells for the mages ... try not to get so close. most of them ... are willing to do anything for freedom. “
she watches silently, only faintly glad that her name still works in this place. they seem to realize how keenly she feels now, once bitten, twice shy. she does smile, a thing that doesn't reach her eyes as she turns to him, head tilted.
“ anything else ? “
sculchained. *
; she can hear it.
the dragging of chains, the gentle howling of souls. it’s approaching, slow and easy, as if whoever bears such noises does not need to worry about her escaping it.
it would be right, as a shiver runs down her spine and she tries, now frantic, to pull herself free from the root of the tree she became stuck in.
“ c’mon ... light doesn't help when surrounded by ghosts ... “
arrowdeft. *
; “ it is a pleasure to meet you. “
she bows, deep and low, to show respect. it is ingrained in her, these manners. and she hopes this isn't too formal or something.
she can never tell.
“ are you interested in looking around ? i don’t mind acting as a guide. “
“Whose blood is that?”
injuries - ask prompt.
; “ huh ? “
the question catches her off guard, blinking a few times as she looks to him. oh, it would seem she is bleeding. she hadn’t even noticed, in the midst of the fight. she fires a winning smile, eyes brightening some to soothe any worry.
“ it’s mine, but i’m fine ! can’t feel any pain, so it doesn’t seem that bad, haha. “
foolish--mortal:
GENERAL
“Can you walk?”
“How did this happen?”
“What the hell happened?”
“I hit my head.”
“Did you hit your head?”
“Can you hear me?”
“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”
“Come on, stay with me!”
“No no no no no!”
“You shot me!”
“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”
“You stabbed me!”
“I didn’t mean to stab you!”
“Take the knife out!”
“Don’t take the knife out!”
“It was an accident!”
“That/this wasn’t an accident!”
“That looks broken.”
“I think my leg/arm is broken.”
“That doesn’t look good.”
“Am I going to die?”
“You’re not going to die!”
“Calm down!”
“Don’t panic!”
“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”
BLOOD
“Are you bleeding?”
“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”
“Is that blood?”
“Whose blood is that?”
“That’s a lot of blood.”
“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”
“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”
“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”
“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”
“I won’t let you bleed out!”
“You have blood on your face.”
“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”
“What’s your blood type?”
“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”
WOUNDS
“That cut is nasty.”
“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’
“Don’t touch it!”
“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”
“I’ll get some bandages.”
“You’re going to need stitches.”
“That looks infected…”
“Did you get bit by something?”
“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”
“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”
AFTERCARE
“How are you feeling?”
“How does it feel?”
“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”
“Let’s go home.”
“I just want to go home.”
“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”
“We need to change your bandages soon.”
“Get some sleep, okay?”
“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”
“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”
“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”
prodigall. *
“I MADE IT! I’M ON TIME!…I mean, barely but I am” It was rare, almost unheard of, that Ezreal actually showed up for classes, never mind actually managed to be on time, but here he was! on time!
…for the bell to signal that this class, was in fact over. It took him a moment to really register what was happening, as people started chuckling as they walked past him…out of class. He turned to Lux, arms drooping in sorrow over his apparent mistake. How could this have happened!? he set his alarm on time, he even woke up for it! He left exactly when he intended to and even made it BEFORE the bell (the wrong bell but he did)…and then it hit him.
“…it’s daylight savings isn’t it?” so close.
; she tries, tries so hard not to smile. to laugh. he deserves better than that. but she cannot help the slow upturn of her lips at the sound of his voice, his enthusiasm.
it is unnaturally intoxicating. she finds her mood uplifted almost instantly.
“ w-well ... yes. i thought i texted you last night to set your alarm earlier ... i apologize. “
a soft smile, trying to be comforting and not jeering, like their peers. she places a hand on his shoulder and squeezes once, dropping it to her side once she hopes the intent of the touch reaches him. the outpour of her badly contained light magic barely eeks onto him, it’s own attempt at comfort.
she frowns.
“ still, you’re earlier than usual ! that is a significant improvement, yes ? “
illumincnce:
being a hero kinda runs in the family!
private and selective luxanna crownguard, as written by styx.
ninetciled. *
“Was I? I didn’t even notice.” she says, though she doesn’t make a move to stop staring at Lux anytime soon.
“I guess it can’t be helped though, my eye are usually drawn by things deemed aesthetic, though sometimes the lack there of catches my attention too.” she’s teasing now.
“ y-yes ... of course. “
she doesn't wish to know which area she falls into; she finds herself rather unassuming, aside from the ... light cannon, obviously. but her head tilts to the side, attempting to hide her nerves.
it is hard to remain passive in the face of a being that is, quite literally, magic.
