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Deer in the Headlights

ladyofarcen:

When the horseless carriage had finally begun to slow to what seemed like a light canter, Silvia shifted about in her seat. A hand slid along the coarse belt and tugged lightly at it to loosen the strap. The tired, young heiress roused from her catnap and wiggled some more in her place. Silvia awoke with a palm pressed politely to her lips, stifling an obnoxious yawn, before she even opened her eyes. There was that dull humming of the carriage in her ears again and now what she recognized as the soft yet crisp sound of the wheels turning into the roundabout. With sleep still very much in her eyes, Silvia glanced at the Sheriff, as the carriage rolled to a halt, and then out the window at his property,

She tilted her head against her shoulder, trying to get a better view of his estate, nearly pressing her cheek to the glass. She heard the door click on her left as Mister Blakemoore was coming around to help her out of the carriage. She took the time to peek at the Sheriff’s home. With her brows raised high, she couldn’t stop staring at his estate. Silvia was stunned.

It was small.

The first words that came to mind was that his estate, for as wealthy as she thought the embodiment of the law must have been, was no more larger than a house owned by that of a burgher. It looked more like a summer cottage than Mister Blakemoore’s home. Although it shared some semblance to one of the towers she had read about, it wasn’t very wide. Even minor nobles had expansive manors in comparison to this property. Still, it beat spending her morning and nights cooped up in the cramped inn. There was hardly any space to stretch her legs between the “royal-sized” bed, the large cupboards, and the bathroom.

She sighed, chiding herself for that way of thinking. Her short return and stay in Arcen had gotten her used to the life of luxury again. She had experienced a bed in the dirt while many actually lived such lives day to day. The young heiress had to put those thoughts aside and learn to see Piltover how the Piltovians see their city-state.

Silvia climbed out of the carriage with a weary smile, following after her host. With both feet in the door, her body seemed to visibly relax. This wave of relief washed over her face as her baby blues took in the place from corner to corner. Aside from her initial surprise, this was welcoming. She definitely wouldn’t mind living here.

“Lovely place you have here, Mister Blakemoore,” Silvia tucked her bangs behind her ear, “It reminds me very much of home.”

An anxiety took hold of him as it always did, the sheriff often finding himself upset by the response of a guest to his home. The mansion itself was smaller than his parents’-- for as much as they would yield to him, at least, and yet it even threatened the property laws of High Piltover in size. The next estate over was a fair distance away, though one could walk with a bit of dedication.

And yet, the young miss seemed entirely unimpressed. That was to say, she seemed... comfortable. He extended to Miss Sinclair a hand, helping her out of the automobile and to be steadied. After all, her exhaustion could have lead her to make a bed of the roundabout from the looks of it. The weight lifted easily from Caden’s shoulders at her words, however, a polite smile crossing his lips in relief. Still, to think that his home managed to remind her of her own brought to mind a curiosity. Gauging her reaction, it was most certainly not smaller than his estate, so he could only assume...

“I do hope you find the accommodations refreshing. While I’m most certainly unaware of your own residence, I imagine this is better than a hotel room, no? My apologies if it is yet not near what you’re accustomed to, Piltover’s high population leads to much regulation on property size.”

A moment went by where he wondered why he felt the need to explain this. Was he trying to impress her? If so, was it with his home, or his knowledge of Piltovian legal code? He almost laughed at himself, realizing he rarely had the chance to talk freely of his property. Perhaps a part of him was proud of it, in the end.

“I’m relieved if it does feel a bit more like home to you. Come along, then. Should you not be too tired, I would put on a pot of tea for the both of us. I’d rather like to know my houseguest a bit better.”

Caden escorted the young lady to his door, a small click of metal as he unlocked the door and held it, and he offered her to step inside first.

“Of course, it’s been a long day, and I would certainly understand if you’d prefer I show you your quarters immediately.”

#deer in the headlights #a million years later #; v ;

ladyofarcen

The Peeress Silver

#THE WAIFU #doe waifu #MY HEART #LOOK HOW GORGEOUS AND PRECIOUS SHE IS

“There’s something about you, my love. Something in the way you comb your hair-- and fall apart at the seams...”

There were many who believed the loss of his love left the sheriff of Piltover cold. Without her, his work consumed him, and the time left in his life for others was minimal at best. Even Vi, his closest friend and confidant, knew there was little she could do to heal the man.

Understanding how it feels to watch your heart buried in the ground with your lover was something they shared. Though the two came from different worlds entirely, and though bandaging even the oldest of wounds came with a wince, Valentina brought life into his world once more.

What a shame it was for such a beautiful flower to have never known the purest of love from another. Though it would take time before he was capable of something akin to what he felt for Miss Silvia Sinclair, what he had left belonged only to her.

Though High Piltovian courtship evaded the woman entirely at first, upon learning its gentleness and joy-- not a single gift was taken for granted.

youcannotaffordme

#pls don't get upset doe waifu this is after u die #LOL #he goes to silvie's grave and asks her permission too #and she says hell no but she's a ghost so he doesn't hear her #he uses silvie's paper doves to propose #and only vi knows how huge that is for him #it takes forever before he's ok with it too #sobs #my heart #a future where your birthday is as celebrated as you should be #keep your chin up love

((ooc; cade doodle i drew in drawpile with ladyofarcen))

angstmemes

Reblog if your muse has a pet. Put in the tags what it is and what it's called.

infinite-xerath

Well they aren’t quite pets but he’s got some reptiles to keep an eye on))

not-by-a-longshot

ladyofarcen, enforcedviolence

#one pet doe #and one puppy #though they like to think they're people

“You are always worthy of love-- and I have nothing but love for you. Never forget that.”

ladyofarcen / ladyvanguard

#happy birthday #tea for two #<3 #sorry to followers who have no idea what's going on #lmao #RETURN RETURN FIRE #blehehehe

[X]

Silvia’s mother says, “Silvia’s busy. Too busy to come to the phone,” Silvia’s mother says, “Silvia’s trying to start a new life of her own.” Silvia’s mother says, “Silvia’s happy-- so why don’t you leave her alone?” And the operator says, “40 cents more for the next three minutes.”

Please, Mrs. Avery, I’ve just got to talk to her. I’ll only keep her awhile. Please, Mrs. Avery, I just want to tell her goodbye...

Silvia’s mother says, “Silvia’s packing. She’s gonna be leaving today.” Silvia’s mother says, “Silvia’s marrying a fellow down Galvester Way,” Silvia’s mother says, “Please don’t say nothing to make her start crying and stay.” And the operator says, “40 cents more for the next three minutes,”

Please, Mrs. Avery, I’ve just got to talk to her. I’ll only keep her awhile. Please, Mrs. Avery, I just want to tell her goodbye...

Silvia’s mother says, “Silvia’s hurrying, she’s catching the 9 o’clock train.” Silvia’s mother says, “Take your umbrella, ‘cause Silvie, it’s starting to rain!” Silvia’s mother says, “Thank you for calling, and sir, won’t you call back again?” And the operator says “40 cents more for the next three minutes.”

Please, Mrs. Avery, I’ve just got to talk to her-- I’ll only keep her awhile. Please, Mrs. Avery-- I just want to tell her goodbye...

Please Mrs. Avery-- tell her goodbye... Please... tell her goodbye...

ladyofarcen / ladyvanguard / progenitorviktor

#my dad played this song for me last night #i hope you're doing well #tell lam and gary i'm really sorry #i know you tried to leave me in good hands but i'm too tired to open up again #i know you're the crab but #i'm the one back in myshell #lmao #i miss you so much #you're probably doing just fine i hope things are better for you now #i'm sure they are you're brilliant you got this #i've tried so many times to write that goodbye but i keep thinking that if i don't maybe i can pretend you're just away on vacation #or somethin y'know #i'm sorry i'm really bad at this i'm doing ok #it's hard for me to imagine cade happy though #vi tho bless her heart she's trying really hard #take care okay?#i'll be just fine #i'm just tired rn #tea for two

soulreaverdraven-deactivated201

bold which hobbies your muse has. ( add ones that aren’t included ! )

#headcanon #ballroom dance*#added working out and engineering #hextech engineering ay #classically trained in piano #etc etc #sewing/leatherworking for own uniform n things #gardening is the most important

azulity

(barks at the bad guys)

not-by-a-longshot / hearthehowling

#OMFG #THEY LOOK PERFECT #ALWAYS IN SHOCK AT HOW FLAWLESSLY YOU DRAW CADE OK #BLESS U #BARK BARK CRIME DOG #PILTOVER'S FINEST #ajgnkjnalvkjnadjkvnajgn #I LOVE IT THANK U #WAGS TAIL

rozalia-m

I’ve always been afraid of relationships and the love they involve. But you are the first person who has made that fear seem irrational.

(c.m.) // How much more do I need to explain this before you realise just how much you mean to me? (via christinarozaliameyer)

#tea for two

not-by-a-longshot

Hunt (RP starter for join-my-world-of-explosions)

“Where the bloody hell is she?” He spoke through clenched teeth, rifle gripped firmly in hand. The call had come in earlier that morning, and though sightings of the infamous terrorist were reported daily to no merit, something stood out about this one. Lower Piltover, 3:15pm. Piltover’s Finest had arrived at the scene of a recent attack, the smoke still clearing from the rubble of the now abandoned building and the distinct pink paint decorating the scene of the crime were evidence enough that the sheriff’s inclination was correct. Jinx was here.

Caden had sent his partner to scout the other side of the building while he attempted to find a way to the rooftops– after all, that was where he did his best work. The struggle was finding stairs that wouldn’t prove as deadly as the explosives detonated shortly before their arrival. The structural integrity of the place was hardly ensured, and each step seemed ready to crumble beneath his boot. The lenses atop his hat readjusted to give him better vision through the dust, but the anxious ache in his chest told him he knew he was vulnerable.

He swallowed hard.

join-my-world-of-explosions

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Without warning, jinx was behind him, and inched as close to him as she could quietly manage. she held her breath and moved her mouth to his ear “Right behind you hat man~”

she stuck zap to his back and squeezed the trigger, releasing several volts of electricity into his body. enough to make a person fall unconscious for a few moments. She gave a wide smile of glee as her simple plan worked.

She gulped and worked fast to move him away from the site. Her heartbeating rapidly, the rush she was having felt so good! She giggled quietly and yelled inside the building “Im at the top FAT HANDS!” she giggled and carried his body down with her as she made her silent escape. She left a little present for vi when she did reach the top..a present big enough to blow a big sizable hole inside a bank vault.

Jinx ran with his body down a winding path of alley’s and abandoned streets. She lead his body to her personal hideout. Her sanctuary, Her place of operations. She cleared one of the rooms in the factory and placed a cushion chair in the middle. She started to long progress of wrapping duct tape around his arms and legs to the chair. then to his mouth. She giggled and took a quick picture of him with her “I-I..I finally got you..” she giggled her pink eyes staring at him. she sat down on the ground and stared at him, waiting for him to wake up.

not-by-a-longshot

“Right behind you, hat man.”

His blood ran cold at the eerily playful voice that came from just behind him, followed shortly by the harsh volts that wracked his frame. Soon he fell limp and the world went dark.

It seemed to Caden only seconds had passed when he had opened his eyes, and yet the burn of the wound on his back, the tape tightly bound on his wrists, and the throbbing of his head informed him he had found himself somewhere awful. His eyes opened slowly, as though if he gave the scene time to change back, it very well might. The sheriff considered momentarily that he could be dreaming, simply having dozed off by the fireplace at home after work… Unfortunately, he knew better.

There she was. The blue-haired lunatic herself. At least she had the decency to bind him to a chair with cushions, he thought bitterly. He imagined that was the extent of Jinx’s grasp of proper hospitality and commended her. Cade didn’t bother to speak or struggle, though his pulse ran wild and his mind raced with it. Instead, he cleared his throat, muffled by tape, and raised a brow expectantly.

‘Well?’

#No problem #<3 #rp #hunt #joinmyworldofexplosions #sorry I just saw this today #OTL

omg whY DIDNT I FIND THIS BLOG EARLIER SLADKFJMASLKDF <3 GENDERBENT CAIT IS HOT

“That’s rather sweet of you.”

((ooc: whispers pls don’t feed his ego but thank u v much for the compliment. u//v//u <3))

#art reply #anon #lmao #tyty

Hunt (RP starter for join-my-world-of-explosions)

“Where the bloody hell is she?” He spoke through clenched teeth, rifle gripped firmly in hand. The call had come in earlier that morning, and though sightings of the infamous terrorist were reported daily to no merit, something stood out about this one. Lower Piltover, 3:15pm. Piltover’s Finest had arrived at the scene of a recent attack, the smoke still clearing from the rubble of the now abandoned building and the distinct pink paint decorating the scene of the crime were evidence enough that the sheriff’s inclination was correct. Jinx was here.

Caden had sent his partner to scout the other side of the building while he attempted to find a way to the rooftops-- after all, that was where he did his best work. The struggle was finding stairs that wouldn’t prove as deadly as the explosives detonated shortly before their arrival. The structural integrity of the place was hardly ensured, and each step seemed ready to crumble beneath his boot. The lenses atop his hat readjusted to give him better vision through the dust, but the anxious ache in his chest told him he knew he was vulnerable.

He swallowed hard.

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#sorry this took a while!#;//v//;#was unexpectedly busy yesterday #hunt #rp #pls no shooterino