A // HEART // TO // RESOLVE
A // HEAD // TO // CONTRIVE
A // HAND // TO // EXECUTE
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A // HEART // TO // RESOLVE
A // HEAD // TO // CONTRIVE
A // HAND // TO // EXECUTE
ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ & ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ʙʟᴏɢ
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ʀɪᴠᴇɴʀᴇsᴏʟᴠᴇ // ᴀs ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀɴᴛʜᴏɴʏ
// bros. what if i Wrote ?? 😳
Bodies are supposed to be TEMPLES, right ? In my defense, marble is marble and stone is stone. In my defense, nobody ever taught me that I could be HOLY. In my defense, I’m the GRAVEYARD and not the dead.
I AM A CATHEDRAL OF ALMOST-LOVERS, HERE IS YOUR ALTAR FOR WORSHIP. ♡
IRELIA //
NOXIAN, but only in name – irelia can’t help but hold in a stiff laugh. if she’d learned anything about noxians through the war, it’s that there was no such thing as being one ‘only in name’. and to call ionia her home? it’s almost insulting, though she keeps her gaze steady upon riven. she’s shown no hostility, yet that doesn’t mean there isn’t a trap waiting to be sprung.
it would be foolish, though, to make the first move against a possible enemy - instead, she must play her cards carefully and deliberately.
❛ it is an art, one for pleasure and war alike; passed down by ionians through the ages. ❜ enough information to appease, but not enough to betray her people. ❛ i doubt you will ever see anything like it. ❜
she takes her time to speak again, using the lull in conversation to further study riven’s features. she’s not unfamiliar, that is certain - and it’s also what bothers her about the noxian (former - ?). irelia can’t quite place where she’s seen this face before; something uncharacteristic for her usually sharp mind.
regardless, she cannot afford to be distracted.
❛ i am afraid i cannot teach you, as many tend to request, though i hope that the only time you will see my dances are moments like these and not on the battlefield. ❜
a thinly-veiled glimpse into her thoughts regarding riven’s homeland. she cannot imagine a noxian daring to call ionia home.
Riven nodded in agreement. “I hope so too. There’s already been enough unnecessary bloodshed in Ionia. Unfortunately, knowing Noxus, there won’t be an end to invading other nations until they conquer it.” Or until the empire itself fell. “They’ll be back soon enough.”
She let out a quiet laugh, one that tasted bitter on her tongue. There was blood on her hands from the the war, yet here she was casually talking about the horrors it inflicted to the figurehead of the resistance that had fought against her. She was once the enemy, and nothing she did would ever change that fact. Even with the sentence she was given by the council to make reparations, could she ever truly make it up to those who were affected by her actions? Even if she rebuilt the villages she destroyed, she could never put the families she had torn apart back together. Despite the forgiveness she was shown by the victims, could she ever be able to forgive herself?
While Riven might have doubts about whether she could ever redeem herself, she would at least try to make up for what she had done. Even if she had to dedicate the rest of her life to fix the ones she had destroyed, she would do it. She had to find some way to repay the people who had given her a second chance at life, the people who believed in her more than she did herself. If she was still around when Noxus would inevitably return to try and seize control of the First Lands, she would fight for the other side of the war. She had found a new purpose here, and she wasn’t going to lose more people she could call her family if she could help it. Loyalty be damned. If Noxus left her to rot, then she didn’t owe her former home jack shit.
Riven sighed, silently reflecting on her past actions. It was almost unthinkable to imagine her former blind patriotism to the nation she had deserted. Now that her eyes were opened to the truth of the empire’s nature, she was disgusted with herself. How could others accept her when she didn’t deserve forgiveness?
“Do you think people can change?” she wondered aloud. “Is it possible to for someone to be too far gone for redemption, even if they learned their lesson?”
𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄! ——— private & selective irelia xan of league of legends, as penned by lia.
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ˊ she wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. she spoke to no one. she spent hours on the riverbank and had midnight swims. ˊ
ahri. est. 30 june 2020.
// ok so like noah fence but i’ma need sum of y’all to stop writing so fast because i cliterally cannot keep up wit all deez replies n asks iam receiving lol !!!! XDD my brain is smoothie
IRELIA //
WAR IS A PLAGUE; the blade dancer knows this as a hard truth. it drives people apart, destroys families, hardens kind souls, and twists people to become what they are not. and yet, for these reasons, irelia had persevered, battling for the peace that her people not only deserve, but desperately needed.
freedom from the noxians was won, indeed, but not without a price. the lands would never be the same; perhaps always left in an uncomfortable state of unrest.
she was frequently left to reflect on these thoughts, taking solace in the peaceful emptiness of ionia’s fields; the dances she knew by heart one of her greatest comforts. peaceful, that is until a distinct accent cuts through the still air.
noxian. and despite the war being over, a chill still rushes through her.
pausing her dance to more closely see the source of the voice, irelia makes an effort to keep her expression neutral. ❛ Hello, ❜ comes a short response while she meets the stranger - riven’s - face. ❛ many have come to watch me dance, but few speak up. ❜
another brief pause before she speaks again – never one for avoiding subjects. ❛ I take it you are noxian? is there… something particular that brings you to me? ❜
Was she Noxian? “Only in name,” she replied. After all, she no longer had any ties to her motherland and no desire to return. "Ionia is my home now.”
Riven’s gaze shifted from the dancer’s face to the blades that floated around her. They looked even more dangerous up close. She’d heard tales of how the Blade Dancer could cut down an entire army of men without ever touching them herself. With the ability to wield such dangerous weapons without physically holding them, this was not a woman the exile would want to find herself in a battle against.
She returned her attention to Irelia, studying her expression. It seemed as though the Blade Dancer wasn’t too familiar with who Riven was and what she had done. Irelia was no doubt an extremely busy person given her status, so her not knowing about the exile’s trial wasn’t too surprising to learn.
But now, Riven wasn’t sure if she should be relieved or worried because of that. Was Irelia’s lack of knowledge the only reason she was still alive? Even though she didn’t murder Elder Souma, she was the one who had killed him. Although Riven may have found forgiveness in the First Lands, not all Ionians shared the same sentiment as those who sentenced her. Attempts at her life were nothing new and seemed to follow her no matter where she went.
Either way, the exile wasn’t about to bring it up herself if she didn’t need to. After all, Asa and Shava were expecting her to help them prepare dinner later, and she wouldn’t be able to do so if she were dead.
“Your dancing is unlike anything I’ve ever seen,” she said after a moment of contemplation. She wondered if she too could ever be capable of doing something so serene. The only beat Riven had ever danced to were the drums of war, and it was a song she never wished to hear again.
// riven is a gay sapphic homoromantic homosexual wlw soft butch lesbian and that’s the tea 🍵
// hoes be like, like for a short starter :) then spend a few hours over several days to write multiple paragraphs for ONE (1) post, and i? Am hoes
@defiant-gladius has awakened the exile //
Riven was still adjusting to the environment of her new school, but she felt right at home on the court. Not long after joining the basketball team, she was elected as their new captain since the previous one had graduated last year. Initially, the rest of her teammates didn’t expect much from her since she was a new recruit who came out of nowhere, but that changed as soon as they saw her in action. After all, she only transferred to this academy because their coach had insisted on recruiting her after seeing her play in a foreign tournament. Although she had to relocate to accept his offer, she would have a better living situation than she did before.
Riven had been here for almost a two and a half months now, but she still found herself feeling homesick and struggling to adapt to the changes. In addition to basketball taking up most of her time and energy, she always had difficulty paying attention during lectures, so her grades were never very good. But in order for her to stay on the school’s basketball team, she had to get a passing grade in every class, otherwise she wouldn’t be allowed to stay on it.
After realizing that she was beginning to fail most of her assignments, Riven decided to seek the assistance of a tutor after practices. After all, solely focusing on improving her athletic ability wouldn’t mean anything if she couldn’t meet the requirements to do sports as an extracurricular activity. She was supposed to meet with her new tutor at the library today, but she didn’t know how to get there from the gym (or at all). Eventually, she was able to find it after asking a random faculty member for directions, although she had arrived a few minutes behind schedule.
Riven lazily slung her backpack off her shoulder and sat down across from a girl who matched the physical description she was given earlier. “Hi, I’m Riven. Sorry if I made you wait; I got lost in the hallways.” Hopefully she didn’t make a bad first impression already.
Hi there! My name is Lisa and I may be making a mistake, but here we are anyways. Please like / reblog this post if you are interested in writing with Shen, the Eye of Twilight and leader of Ionia’s Order of the Kinkou. Thank you!
ˊ may the stars carry your sadness away. may the flowers fill your heart with beauty. may hope forever wipe away your tears, and above all, may silence make you strong. ˊ
janna windforce. est. 28 june 2020.
post - trauma sentence starters blood, death mention.
“don’t do that. don’t shut me out.”
“you’ve been crying. i can tell.”
“we need to change those bandages and get some food in you.”
“you want me to rub your back ’til you fall asleep?”
“that was a brave thing you did today.”
“shh, that’s okay, get everything out.”
“there’s something on your shirt. you – that’s blood!”
“need some space?”
“you should lay down.”
“there’s nothing wrong with asking for help.”
“shh, shh. you were having a nightmare.”
“we can talk through the door.”
“let’s clean you up and get you to bed, okay?”
“you almost died.”
“i brought you a blanket.”
“you’re home. you’re safe.”
“i’m worried about you.”
“is everything okay?”
“tell me how to make it better.”
“it’s been a tough few days. how are you holding up?”
“you have to stay awake. come on, give my hand a squeeze.”
“you’re in the hospital.”
“think you can make it to the bathroom?”
“no, no. don’t close your eyes.”
// yes, i made one edit for riven. and yes, that is all i will ever use on this blog because i vehemently refuse to make more. what about it?
@defierium has awakened the exile //
Riven, like everyone else in Ionia, was no stranger to the name Irelia. She was a living legend, not unlike the exile herself. She wondered what the famed Blade Dancer thought of her and her quest for atonement. Although the former Noxian had been living in the First Lands for some time now, not all of its citizens accepted her as one of them. Even if it was a known fact that she did not murder Elder Souma, she would always be an enemy to some because she had fought in the war.
No matter what she did, Riven would never be able to change the history that haunted her. She would always be judged for her past actions and allegiances, unable to escape her own reputation. But despite it all, Riven persevered and continued to search for her own path in life. Here, she was able to find a place to call home and people to call family, and those two things were all she ever wished for.
And yet, for some reason, the exile found herself wanting to be accepted by the woman hailed as a hero by the nation she now lived in. So when she saw the Defiant Blade dancing alone in a field near the farm, Riven approached her, making sure the other woman could see her coming.
“Hello,” she greeted, her accent pronounced. There’s a hesitant pause before she spoke again. “My name is Riven.”
@on-cerulean-wings has awakened the exile //
It’d been ages since Riven had last seen that uniform, but she could still recognize it almost immediately. The exile eyed the other woman skeptically, uncertain if she was friend or foe.
“What brings a Demacian to this part of Ionia?” Her accent was thick, clearly Noxian in origin. The expatriate hoped that her own reasons for coming to the First Lands wasn’t too obvious. She was dressed in a simple set of clothes, perfect for farming and manual labor. Were it not for the battle scars that littered her body, perhaps she would have been unrecognizable as a former soldier.