the moon will rise...

Diana, Scorn of the Moon (rp blog, canon-divergent, semi-selective)

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. despite gross inactivity, I still managed to make over 30 followers in the last month , plopping me at well over 300 . 

. I hate to disappoint but I can’t promise my muse will return here. All my threads are replied to (that I know of), and one of my mains is deactivated so I haven’t had much reason to log on, nor much drive to start up new threads currently . 

. Maybe one day. We’ll see. I’m not dropping any threads, so if replies come, I may oblige. And if they don’t, that’s perfectly okay too. This is all just for fun.

. But regardless, I appreciate the follows. Makes me feel like I at least did something right.

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. I DON’T NEED THIS ADDED PRESSURE, PUNKS .

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 . Let me get this straight ....

 . I’m supposed to conjure the Moonstone? 

 . Well, Runeterra, it was nice knowin’ you

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. paragon . 

“Monstrosities…”

What? Pantheon slowly shook his head, more to himself than to Diana. A legion of them, she said. Were they monstrosities that haunted children’s dreams? Or Something else? He had to restrain himself from laughing, for she looked thoroughly shaken. Much different than the brash, assured soul, that had walked into this cave just some moments ago. What if the stone was simply amplifying one of her nightmares?

When she laughed, Pantheon took a step back and he clasped his hands behind his back. He began pacing the room again, head bowed, thinking. If there was actual truth behind what she’d seen, then he would throw away a gift of foresight. He’d look like a fool. He paused beside her, eyes trained on that stone.

“If this… Legion does come. The Rakkor will repel them all the same as they’ve kept out invaders for generations. The Solari will come to our aid should we need it. Your… Talents wouldn’t be needed if this threat manifests.”

Pantheon paused, now looking to his right and towards her.

“But we will leave the stone here.”

     The audacity of his response... She isn’t sure whether to laugh or scream at his ignorance. She’d never said what sort of monstrosities these were, yet he was quite QUICK to assume that the threat they posed could only be to Targon. 

     She takes a few steps, strategically closer to the exit as she examines the pedestal once more...Though she isn’t TRULY looking for anything. 

     “ If this ‘legion’ makes it this far inland, we have bigger worries than how the Rakkor will fair against them .” She retorts. “ Or at least, I do .” Leviathans from a watery abyss would prove more dangerous to the shores first. There were no water bodies DEEP enough on Targon to harbor such creatures, let alone an ocean.

     She opens her palm once more, examining the seemingly flawless surface of the moonstone. The answers had to lie SOMEWHERE...But obviously, not here. She’d gleaned everything she could from here. Diana had yet to experience two visions in the same location. 

     Diana lowers her hand, fingers LIGHTLY curling around the silvery orb once again. Her eyes lift to look at him once again, no signs of intimidation showing. “ I may not have all the answers I seek yet, but this is bigger than your mountain, Paragon .” She pauses a moment, eyes seeming to NARROW at him: as if challenging him to continue barking orders. 

     “ Leaving it here would be a waste of it’s potential and my time .” She argues, ever aware of her proximity to the exit, as well as how CLOSE he is. But running is never her first choice. She prefers to make her point. 

     With an almost condescending smile, she EXTENDS her hand out, the moonstone resting in her grasp. She remembers how he spoke of the other Rakkor and how the sphere had SEARED through their gloves and skin to an alarming degree. 

     A sardonic grunt escapes past the SMIRK on her lips. She had no intention of giving it up, but she was also curious to see what he intended to do about it. “ But if you insist ... Go ahead and take it .”

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. (( A new moon is rising... )) .

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. stranger .

“Both your parents sound pretty wise.”

Jill gives a coquettish half-smile as she turns away, leading the girl back up the way she came. The morning sun is on the rise and it’s only blinding her that much more, and making her skin feel hot. Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to carry her travel sunscreen with her too. She has to lift her hand over her eyes like a shade, but she turns to make eye contact as she walks and talks.

“You’re here for the race? I picked a good day to come out here for a run, but I’m glad I left my dog back home. The revving would unsettle him.”

Jill plucked her keys from her pocket, spinning them deftly on her fingertip before stopping by her moss green charger. She couldn’t help palming the hood affectionately as she made her way round to the driver’s side door and unlocked it.

“I’ve had this for years,” she says, as she leans in the door and retrieves her shades and sunscreen from the glovebox before shutting it with a thump a little more forceful than a car like this should need. “And I’ve never yet managed to stop the glove compartment from sticking like that.”

     Diana lets out a brief huff of amusement. (( perhaps in some convoluted way they are ... )) But bringing up FAMILY matters in the first two minutes of an initial conversation is a major turn-off. Diana would know: She’s been on the receiving end of such a discussion before. 

     She follows the young woman to another end of the parking area, her eyes scanning a number of the other cars they passed by as well. One nice thing about racing events, is usually you’ll see a number of petrol-heads bringing their more IMPRESSIVE cars. 

     Diana’s head turns forward once again at the stranger’s question. “ Yeah, I try to come every year. Even when it rains: Less crowds and the mud splatter makes things interesting .” She gives the woman a THOUGHTFUL look, “ You have a dog ?” Her voice conveys a tone of genuine interest. She’d always liked dogs, but her mother would never allow any pets in the house. 

     A shame, really. Animals were much better COMPANY than people. 

    Her attention quickly diverts to the car, however. She looks down at it with a very ANALYTICAL expression. She hasn’t seen one of these since she was a child. Her dad worked on one briefly for a friend of his. One of his favorite projects, as she remembered him talking about it frequently. She chuckles slightly at the final comment though, “ Part of the charm though, eh ?”

     “ Did you plan to stay for the race ?” She’d guessed not, since she’d mentioned she came out here to run, but it was worth a shot to ask.

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protector: 

He has stabilized. He is still broken and battered from the weight of his sins, but he is alright - if not for a minute, then for however long his brief era of solace was. For a while he simply sits there, arms never straying from the body he cradles so close, seemingly unresponsive for quite a while. The words Diana speaks are naught but a murmur to him, and while he hears no discernible words, the Aspect still manages to understand; he sighs, arms still shaking, and attempts to speak. All that me manages to spill from his trembling lips is a shuddering hiccup. Taric turns his head to the woman sitting beside him, though the gaze he bears is not his own. It is filled with a wistful knowledge of all that exists, and all that has ceased to - it is torture. It is agony. It is the ethereal eyes of a man long gone who has been re-upholstered and re-invented, turned into something bound to a single goal. For one moment longer, he is calm; collected; aware.

“You speak of… Redemption. We are chosen for this… But I don’t… I’m not ready. I don’t think I ever will be. If I am bound to some greater will, I can already tell that I will certainly disappoint.”

Despite the tears, despite the heartache, despite everything plaguing his soul, Taric manages to keep his voice unwavering for the time it takes to finish his mumbled sentiments.

“It’s… Honestly, it is all I have ever done.”

One word is all it takes to push him back over the teetering edge of his emotions. He’s slowly getting louder and louder, up until the point that he is screaming - and in that moment, that one single moment, it becomes clear just how this trial has affected him.

“I-I… I feel everything, Diana - I hear it all. I’ve always heard it, but… N-Never… Never this LOUD. Or this… This… Intense. A-And it’s not just… Not… just people. Every living thing in this world has a voice and they’re all screaming - they’re SCREAMING, Diana - they’re all yelling and crying and BEGGING, a-and I can’t do ANYTHING to stop it. I have to do something, I have been bound to quell this horror by whatever has cursed me, but… Everything is happening all at once, and I can’t handle this - I don’t know what in God’s name is happening, and I sure as hell can not handle the weight of all this life. It all lays upon me, one man, one… One single FUCKING Man - I - I… need… help. Diana, I need help.”

With how things are going, it’s incredibly obvious that he might just break out in tears again. He is shaking - be it from anger, fear, or from stress, it is not evident; but the emotion, raw and unopposed, is there.

“…I need help.”

     While she understands his pain and his confusion, she knows that dwelling on it will not improve his situation. And NOTHING she or he could say or do would turn back time. Though Diana had come to terms with her own transformation, she would be lying if she claimed she never wished to reverse it in the past.

     She hears him out, allowing him to speak as long as he needs. To release his worries, his frustrations, his pain and fear. While she did not understand all of it, she believed him. It would seem different aspects held different EFFECTS on their vessels...She wouldn’t envy him, but she was not one to coddle, either.

     “ We are chosen...but we do not choose .” She states, perhaps a bit coldly. She’s never been particularly affluent with EMPATHY. 

     “ You can choose to view your situation one of two ways, Taric .” She continues, the bite in her voice vanishing into the SMOOTH, unwavering voice she normally used. “ Either this aspect chose you because you do not disappoint, as you claim to always have done ... Or it chose you so that you might change that .” 

     She takes a breath, turning her GAZE forward once more as she pushes off her knees, rising steadily to her feet. “ You will either accept what has happened to you, fight for your cause, and succeed ... Or you will allow yourself to be crushed by the weight of your responsibilities .” 

     Slowly, she turns around to face him once more, her discolored lips pressed into a hard line, a stern crease in her brow. But her pale eyes show a SOFTNESS uncharacteristic of the Lunari’s usual expressions. “ There is no turning back ... But you are not alone .” 

     She reaches one hand forward, extending it toward him. What he will choose to do from here, she does not yet know, but he had asked for her HELP. It was something Diana did not normally offer, let alone give. But for him, for their goals and destinies, she would make the exception, without remorse. 

     “ And now, neither am I .”

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The moon, also, is merciless.

Sylvia Plath, from

The Complete Poems: “Elm,” (via violentwavesofemotion )

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i'm here for this threeway.

. But is it still a 3way if I am u? .

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straddles. me too.

. this might be getting out of hand .

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licks her cheek.

. confused noises of uncertainty .

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straddles.

. scandalous .

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touches.

. hey bby .

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“Be careful not to choke on your aspirations.”

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   For one who is steadily losing their place in the world, Diana still finds it within herself to be cruel.

   Leona has much better things to focus on than Elder’s frustrations towards Diana, but she is not ignorant of the strange air she possess; normally, Leona has a patience for the girl that she spares for few other Solari ( save for the Elders ), but Diana has caught her at a… less than opportune time.

   Leona turns a sore neck so that she may face Diana, and the grimace that contorts her lips makes the budding bruise on her cheek smart. The Master of the Ra-Horak landed a particularly nasty blow during the morning’s training, which Leona thought served as physical evidence that she only had more to aspire to be. She could not - would not - relent now.

   “My ambition to better serve the Solari and become the best warrior that I can be is not a goal I will choke on, nor do I pursue it out of greed.”

   Even when living with the Rakkor, Leona followed their traditions because she felt she must - and for the same reason, she abandoned them. The Solari and everything she has learned and has yet to learn, she grasps at eagerly and with the ravenous desire to know. She does not search for notoriety or power, but acts solely out of reverence for the sun and the life that it provides.

   If Diana cannot see that, then perhaps she does not belong after all.

   “I would rather be scorned for my zeal than admonished for my apathy.”