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private , indie , and highly selective rendition of 𝒮𝒪𝒩𝒜 from league of legends as carefully sung by 𝓒𝓞𝓢ℳ𝓘𝓒. canon divergent with a lot of headcanon based information. not affiliate with the community. carrd (wip)
❛ 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓎. ❜
@lronwilled: "you have to be more careful." from darius:)
VENTURING FORTH HAD ALWAYS BEEN A DREAM , EVEN IF HER HOME CALLED TO her to stay. it was only ever so helpful that the continuous hunt from mageseekers seemed to keep Sona on her toes , moving alas she wished no harm to befall her family and friends in the wake of possible collisions. not that she couldnt handle it , but there was always the gripping fear to wrap its clutches around her heart. and yet , it still does not stop her from lingering about from time to time.
even with her adventures away from Demacia , she still comes back to check in. and this time would be no different. refugee taken in the silent harmony of the joyous nature , radiant adoration presented from claimed kin , she sought to remain ever so shadowed by the prospects of her home and elsewhere alike. though , it doesnt exactly stop her from taking up small enjoyments in the meantime , even so much as playing at the local bathhouse , donned in a cloak to keep herself hidden though it does little to hide who she is oft known to be with her etwahl along side.
which. . . had been an interesting situation. she had presumed the people had been after her , thankful for the knowledge of that not being the case , though the man that had taken the brunt of everything had handled it just as swiftly. she silently yelled at him for using her precious instrument as a weapon , tending to it thereafter , though curiosity was so very forefront in Sona. it was obvious he had was not of Demacia , war - hardened in all aspects of the word , but one thing most lingered on her brain ; why were they after him?
she didnt even bother to question him , a bit hesitant in that manner especially considering her attention had quickly been turned to her etwahl to make sure nothing was damaged. alas , it would not fully matter as she wanted to make sure everyone that had been harmed was taken care of , even if it meant fully exposing some attributes that are to remain ever so hidden , all under guise of simple first aid.
and yet , so exhaustingly yet , her worries are ever clearer the days that follow. chatter comes from certain individuals that elate such anxieties within , exuding her time away from home once again and merely on the outskirts of Demacia , planning her next ideas. the blonde was , in truth , tired of it all , but she will not falter. amidst everything within the little shack like house her family had helped her acquire for the time being , thrums of talk softly coming into hearing range to pique her attention and have her open the door , simply to see carriage like vehicles moving towards.
and then , such a great idea sparks in her head.
she is quick to gather her little belongs that mattered to her along side her etwahl , bidding a silent farewell to the homestead she had made , before rushing out the door and , essentially , waving down the vehicle. it didnt look to be attempting to stop or slow down , which only makes her frustrated and simple. . . move into the road to stop it herself. only for such to skirt to such right before it hits her , causing her to take a few steps back in anticipation and trip on her own footing , falling to the ground with her instrument making a loud THWUM noise in the process.
a frustrated pout forms on her lips as she pulls it back within her grasp , having paid little mind to whoever was exiting the vehicle until she was casted in the shadow of such. eyes move upward , and upward , and upward until they rest on an oddly familiar face. brows spike upward and she is quick to push herself to a stand. his words make her feel like a chastened child , causing those brows to soon furrow together. for now , she will ignore it , simply pointing at the carriage and then to herself.
she didnt think to pull her notebook out , and she dared not to try and communicate the only way she knew how , so it vastly portrays a young woman waving her hands about to try and make sense of what she needed. a ride. to anywhere. worry finds its way to cling upon her expressionism then , trying to express how absolutely needed this was. her escape , for now , dare lied upon the man and his answer. either way , she would find a way to distant herself from Demacia for the time being , with or without the others help. all her elegance was gone in the midst of her actions , though at this point? safety was her only concern.
@si1entmuse; REFUGE : for one muse to shelter the other from enemies.
A well-known noxian's presence within the heart of demacia was always guaranteed to be a precarious situation, always prone to causing some sort of in fighting among those that would resist noxus' influence the strongest. The 'puritans' of their country; pathetic, terrified weaklings, in Darius' eyes. He can respect their drive, however.
His arrival never went unnoticed, as he never made an attempt to hide himself. The amount of demacians already bristling in the wake of the hand of noxus being in their city had him amused— especially since his task here was so incredibly miniscule ( beyond knowing his arrival would create further mind games and fuel for his homeland to utilize ).
There was the necessary handling of foreign affairs with a demacian delegate before Darius was left to his devices. A discreet meeting followed with noxus' implanted forces beyond country walls, before he helped himself to some of the local cuisine. No mind was paid to what was undoubtedly several eyes upon him every second of the way.
Demacia had wonderful baths, but nothing could really compare to the ones back home. Still, he enjoyed the casual, open space layout— live music, gentle conversation, flowing drink and food alike. Such a space was one that notably lacked defenses, leaving most in a position of vulnerability. Most.
Darius had been discussing some idle matters of no great import with an interested benefactor when a small troupe of fully dressed men sidled in. The small amount of patrons and servers alike immediately acknowledged their presence, the atmosphere filled with tension in an instant. Anticipation swelled. Yet Darius did not afford them much beyond a cursory glance.
He scanned the rest of the room instead, absorbing the information of where people and objects were laid out, and where he was in relation. The young maiden with an etwahl mere feet away from his bath edge, his former conversational companion for the evening across the water, wine in hand. Adjacent to the baths being the primary set of windows, tall and grand, stretching from floor to ceiling. Pillars line the room, flanking the outer corners of each bath aesthetically. The troupe of men, clearly not here for a simple soak, began to prowl around the edges of the room, advancing closer to Darius' bath.
Any attempts from the servants to address the group fell on deaf ears, each of them promptly maneuvered around as they advanced closer toward the hand of noxus— who didn't seem at all perturbed, still reclined where he was within the water, arms at the bath's edges, wine in hand.
And when they are finally mere feet away, Darius rises from the water.
He waves his bathmate away, and they are eager to clamber out of the way, scrambling out of the water and rushing to the side. Unfortunately however, the young musician was positioned precariously between the approaching assailants, caught in the crossfire.
Not even a breath passes before the troupe jumps into action, barreling toward Darius in a flurry of roars and fists, the room jumping into a cacophony of gasps and fearful bodies attempting to flee the baths. He snarls, inconvenienced, grabbing the first of the men by the arm mid swing, sending him careening into the water.
He takes that opportunity to fully step out of the bath, getting himself between another man and the musician, the brunt of his attacker's weight shoving into his side with enough momentum to send Darius into the woman's etwahl. One hand catches on the edge to not knock it or the woman over, but he subsequently utilizes it with his free hand as he swiftly avoids another strike, snagging the attacker by the back of the neck and slamming them face first into the etwahl's sharp edge with an audible crack.
Two more bodies join the fray after the second collapses to the ground, forcing Darius to move around the instrument and its player in a tangle of grapples and snarls. One wielder of brass knuckles lands a solid blow across his jaw and into his side, pulling a grunt from Darius. He moves low in retaliation, grabbing the man by the calf and pulling his feet out from underneath him.
The last man standing brandishes a blade, attempting to rush forward, weapon raising high in a wind up strike. Darius grabs the young musician by the arm to pull her out of the charge, and with one foot raising at the knee, sends the flat of his foot directly into the assailant's belly. The impact combined with the momentum forces the man back, knocking the wind out of him and subsequently atop his ally, who had only begun to rise to their feet.
Overall an easy confrontation to handle, given that such puritans were rarely properly trained. But there is power in numbers, and in well timed attacks.
In the wake of the attempt on his life, the bath atmosphere is irreparable, with servants slowly returning from the edges once things are finally quieting down, joined by a set of guards. The assailants shout profanities as they're all taken into custody, and Darius dismisses the offer for a discussion about the attack. He truly couldn't care less.
He wipes the smear of blood from the corner of his mouth, turning his attention to the poor young woman that inadvertently got involved in the confrontation. There's a careful inspection with sharp eyes, before Darius settles, looking somewhat satisfied and less hardened. ❛❛ You didn't flinch. I'm impressed. ❜❜
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@si1entmuse;
Jayce's eyes light up at the recognition of his partner's name upon Sona's chalkboard ( and spelled correctly no less ). It was disappointingly rare for Viktor to ever be brought up, much less acknowledged, during events like these— or even during other discussions regarding the dealings of hextech. So to have Sona acknowledge him without a second thought only reinforced Jayce's choice in approaching her to be a good one. Perhaps the best one of the evening.
❛❛ Yes, ❜❜ he ecstatically confirms, reining in some of his wafting excitement, his smile wide. ❛❛ He's not really a fan of these things either. ❜❜ He finds her little smiley face additions to be charming, a small laugh leaving him when she includes them. ❛❛ I think he'd enjoy talking with you, though. I know I do. ❜❜
A few more sips at his flute are taken as he reads her words. Jayce makes a point to not really make any solid comment on her eventual visit to the Undercity that would show some kind of deep set opinion, not with so many prying eyes. Though Sona may have those freedoms, it wasn't his place, and he had a social face to maintain— which he kept neutral and grounded, palpably absorbent and pliant to whatever information Sona wishes to bestow upon him.
He does at least smile at her mentioning of it being for kids— the expression made genuine by the glint in his eye and how the corners crease up. A silent and carefully placed show of support.
When she mentions her upcoming performance, Jayce offers a smile and nod. ❛❛ I wouldn't dream of missing it, ❜❜ he confirms, confident, and appreciative of her casual flattery. ❛❛ When do you go up? ❜❜
@hexfcrged
SHE FOUND HERSELF RATHER CHARMED BY HOW HIS DEMEANOR SEEMED TO CHANGE in the wake of words brought forth about his partner. and she even finds her smile to become bashful , embarrassed in a sense at the assumption and confirmation of enjoyment in her air. there was always a sneaking worry that slithered its way through Sona when it came to her ability to converse. this surely lifted some weight off of her shoulders.
when his question comes to light , she almost animatedly looked upon her wrist as if she were a watch , both of them in fact. and then a shrug shifts her shoulder before fingers are quick at work to write once more. 《 your guess is as good as mine. :( i usually have someone trailing after me. . . 》 once she turns the board towards Jayce is her sights moving away from him , in search of her essential keeper of the night. she had , in fact , made very well of dipping around and away from most to keep conversation at a light.
and yet , eyes find the person and she seems to perk up as they are waving her to join them. messily is she erasing the board and writing again , though this time it is obviously rushed and filled with slight scribbling. 《 apparently now. oops. :) 》 it was a bit abnormal of her to be so casual when writing to people. Jayce just felt like the type she was able to not be so strict upon herself with. after a moment is she placing the board and chalk alike back into her bag and quickly bowing her head towards him. she even offers a small wave as she is walking away , a certain excitement dancing through her every movement filled with a grace as announcement is made.
though it was no grand stage , it was enough to fill the woman with tremendous heart to stand upon it , the array of people and instruments around her settling into place. her etwahl was already at stand and as she neared , she could feel the gentle hum it gave off in recognition. lithe fingers draw over the strings , though no sound is played , a soft signal as the crowds hushed and eyes pulled forward upon them , the gentle caress of music to start and permeate the building.
her attention does not rise from her etwahl as fingers pluck and move over the instrument , the illuminating sound to build and climb and harmonious endeavors , and to her the sheens of color to paint much like a scenery before her very eyes. the music was to imbue the sensation of nostalgia , calmness , remembrance. each intricate sensation laced within the notes played , cascading through the bodies with the imperative notion of inflicting such emotions upon the crowd. it was her gift , after all , and what was always yearned after. music that made you feel.
and she moved with such certainty throughout the expansion of the song , only towards the end does her gaze finally move away from her instrument and search the clusters. observant of each face , each color that swirled and swelled around within her vision , and as sights fall upon Jayce in that moment does she offer a gentle smile. she knew everyones names , matched them to faces , though making a friend out of the crowd was always a nice feeling.
an eruption of applause comes forth once the music had end , Sona bowing from the waist to everyone in thanks for no words would come forth from her. she feels the burn of red painting upon the apples of her cheeks , always a sure fire sign of her humbled nature , even if she enjoyed the aspect of those who listened to find enjoyment within her talents.
after a few moments is she pulling herself away from the stage , feeling the dejection of her etwahl as it is left behind but not far from her enough to retract it to her side. every few feet are people stopping her , talking to her but receiving nothing but a near exasperated smile from Sona who is in attempt to make her way towards Jayce. its apparent exhaustion is dancing through those green hues once she is before the other once again , strained in slight is her ever placed smile. a finger comes up , catching her breath as crowd anxiousness seemed to gather upon her expressionism before she is pulling her board back out.
《 i forget how exhausting talking to people can be. 》 head tilts side to side before she corrects herself by putting a big X over the word talking. 《 what did you think? 》
WHAT ARE YOU THE PATRON OF?
patron saint of horror // you're the patron saint of the dawning moment of realization. the patron saint of comprehension, maybe. the patron saint of understanding. the patron saint of knowing exactly what's going to happen. of seeing clearly. of not being able to look away.
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@si1entmuse;
It was yet another public soirée where faces were to be maintained and elbows greased ( all at the reinforcement and encouragement of miss Medarda ) that had Jayce working his own form of magic among the sea of faces. The pattern was one he fell into naturally, almost carrying a mechanical twinge with his movements; with each smile, each shake of the hand, each ❛ yes, sir, ❜ ❛ yes, ma'am, ❜ ❛ I totally agree with you. ❜ Even among the golden filigree, the song of strings, and sparkling wines and ciders, he'd rather be anywhere else.
However, it was a rare blessing to be able to slip away and seek conversation in someone that was very obviously not among the bureaucratic elite who wanted nothing more than to line their pockets with his work. Thus, the pull he felt the moment he locked eyes onto both a familiar and unfamiliar face— someone who, too, carried a passion for something that likely wouldn't be put in the spotlight like it ought to be without the hankering for greed.
The board she used to communicate was both a surprise and not. A gentle embarrassment pulling at him that doesn't show, only reinforcing thoughts he's been harboring previously. I've been put in this situation twice now with people I want to talk to. I really ought to learn sign. He wanted to make conversation seamless, not a challenge on others. But perhaps he's making assumptions— even if prototypes for tools of that kind of accessibility are already turning in his head.
Her introduction followed by her acknowledgement of his popularity pulls a slightly nervous chuckle from him, barely dancing underneath his social mask. ❛❛ It's a pleasure to meet you, Sona— Buvelle, if I recall? From the posters, ❜❜ Jayce bows his head cordially, extending one of the champagne flutes he's had in his hands like a peace offering. ❛❛ Jayce Talis. ❜❜ He smiles, offering his hand to shake once his hand is free.
❛❛ I wouldn't call them solely my inventions, ❜❜ another chuckle falls from him as he speaks, in an effort to lighten his own awkwardness. ❛❛ Our is more appropriate. Though my partner isn't here tonight. ❜❜ His disappointment isn't too well hidden.
Jayce sips at his champagne, nose crinkling just barely at the dry notes before returning a smile upon Sona. ❛❛ I wouldn't really take you as someone interested in events like this. I'm assuming you're here to perform? ❜❜
@hexwrought
IT WAS ALWAYS A BIT STRANGE TO MEET SOMEONE WELL KNOW IN ITS AREA that it sparkled in such a way within Sona that she seemed overtly bubbly in motion and expressionism. she wasn't one for this sorts of soirees , much of one to keep her circles small or out of the political eye altogether. alas , donned in a sleek white dress trimmed in gold with her hair pulled up all in sorts of intricate braids and loops , she had to at least look the part in the place she was being hired to work.
it comes as a mere blessing that she wasn't been hounded about in conversation that would become droll with those that pack the place , standing more so off to the side , merely people watching until time called for the woman to grace the stage. even more so , it would be , that it was someone like Jayce to come to her in steed of the other possible faces. and it shows in effortless ways of her tension being rather loose and flowy , her features adorned with a knowing and gentle look.
when her last name comes to light , she merely nods once , a bit abashed that even someone as he had paid attention to them. it was always a big deal , as much as she hated it , when she was coming about. it was rather awkward altogether.
after a moment , those eyes blink widely as she is writing , listening as the other continues speaking. once its turned , her head cants in acknowledgement , 《 Viktor? 》 the name had come in passing , tied along side that of Jayce Talis. she wasnt uneducated in those she may be greeting and meeting here , so there is a bit of a sore pout forming upon her lips at the lack of the other half of the two. brilliant minds were always of interest to her , especially upon hearing their plans and promised future for those in need , on both in Piltover and the Undercity.
《 :) 》 she adds onto it quickly , though she is acknowledging his pointed observation of her place here with a strained smile of her own as well , nodding once again. tips of fingers soon wipe the board clean , leaving pink dust and residue upon her digits before she is writing again. 《 Not a fan of these. But , can never say no to people it seems. 》 her travels had taken her far and wide from Demacia , a sought after person for lovely music to be heard , though it was always a positive in her eyes to be able to share her music even with those she was not always comfortable with. 《 They pay well. And I love that people want to hear me in any sense. 》
the crowds were gathering around a bit more , mingling and voices to be heard overlapping each other , though she was solely focused upon Jayce with attentive ears and writing as diligently as she could to keep the flow of things going. 《 I won't be stopping here , unfortunately. I promised some kids in the Undercity a show before the night ends. 》 with this , she underlines Undercity and even taps her chalk near the word. her efforts and time in this place were not taken for granted , for even if a part of her internal enjoyment of showing her talents was there , everything she did in Piltover and such for her time here was a gift to give upon others altogether.
《 Will you be watching the performance? It would be nice to see a friendly face amongst the crowd of unknown. :) 》
@hexwrought : "you're a musician, right? i recognize you. i think i've been to one of your performances."
BROWS RISE IN SLIGHT 'PON THE OTHERS VOICE COMING TO LIGHT , though it is quick to soften as words continue to flow. the blonde nods in answer, the emerald shade of eyes seemingly brighter than normal as they are brought upon someone she very much recognized from posters around the city as well as the spoken word of its people. her etwahl was hidden at this time , so it did not come into play of her movements as she reaches into the bag she carried to pull out a small chalk board as some stark pink chalk along with it.
the scratching sound comes quickly as she writes before delicate fingers turn the board towards Jayce , tender flesh tilt into its ever placed smile. 《 I am Sona. I have heard about you! 》 she waits a few moments , making sure the other had read her board before flipping it back to erase it. there is an obvious excitement bouncing within the musician as she is , in attempt , conversing with the other. after a moment or so , the board is turned once again.
《 Everyone speaks of you and your inventions. Not to mention your face is everywhere. 》 she isnt looking at him this time , however , a light dusting of pink 'pon the apple of her cheeks. of course she would recognize him. who wouldnt?!
@lronwilled : "can you play that melody again?"
SWEET IS THE WAY SHE GAZES UPON THE OTHER , tiers all the more tilt into a knowing and gentle smile that seemed to radiate ever so effortlessly into a tender expressionism aimed merely upon the other. the tree above shimmied above , the rolling breeze caressing across every leaf that still clung upon branch , presenting the calmest mood about where she sat , her etwahl hovering but mere inches above her knees that were bent under her.
♪ anytime you ask.
the echo of her voice comes much like a soft whisper , playing so melodically in ones mind , in match and tone with the first note that is plucked beneath delicate fingers. light greens close as the continuous aura of visual music seems to surround her , even if only bare upon her own eyes , though she sways as if the melody was all the more life - like and guiding her about. she is able to near lose herself in the moment , though his very presences keeps her grounded without wandering into the silken song that , soon , comes to an end.
it is then that her smile seems to become a bit more playful , more child - like as she turns her attention back towards him , hands raising together as if in prayer but merely providing her own tiny , almost silent , claps.
♪ it reminds me of fall. do you like it?
HURT / COMFORT : STARTERS
a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings for when your muse needs a little TLC. change & alter as needed.
THE HURT:
“Nah, it’s not that bad. I’ve had worse.”
“I don’t think I can walk that far… or at all.”
“I’m fine. I don’t need your help.”
“Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?”
“I’m sorry, I’m just—I’m just really tired.”
“I don’t need a break. I’m okay.”
“It was my fault. It was all my fault.”
“I think I need help.”
“So, I don’t think I’m dying, or anything, and it’s probably not that serious, but… I’m kinda bleeding. A lot.”
“Is the room spinning right now, or is that just me?”
“No, I’m okay, I just… I hit my head. Really hard. I’ll be okay, just give me a second.”
“I’m not sick! I’m fine!”
“No, I don’t think any of my bones are broken, or anything like that. Just bad bruises.”
“Yeah, but you should see the other guy.”
“I’m fine. This just happens sometimes. It’s normal for me.”
“I’ve got a headache.”
“Seriously, though, I’m fine! Stop making such a big deal out of it!”
“I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I don’t need your help, and I definitely don’t need your pity. Fuck off.”
“Please tell me I don’t look as bad as I feel.”
“I think I’m running a fever.”
“So, what’s the prognosis, Doc? Am I gonna live?”
“Stop fussing over me! I’m not a baby!”
“Can I stay with you tonight? I just… really don’t want to be alone right now.”
“No, I-I’m okay. It was just a nightmare. Go back to sleep.”
“I… can’t actually remember the last time I had something to eat.”
“You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get sick, too.”
THE COMFORT:
“Honey, have you been crying? What is it? What’s wrong?”
“I think you’d better take a break.”
“It’s not your fault, sweetheart. You did everything you could.”
“You don’t have to go through this alone. I’m right here for you if you’ll just let me in.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Don’t ever let yourself believe that there is.”
“You really don’t realize just how many people love you, do you?”
“If you’re not going to take care of yourself, at least let me do it for you!”
“I’m sorry. I know it hurts.”
“You’re not alone, baby. You never have been.”
“Let’s get you some food.”
“You’re dead on your feet, poor thing. Come on, you need some sleep.”
“Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.”
“Tell me where it hurts.”
“How many times have I told you to be more careful?!”
“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m right here, okay? I’m not gonna leave you. I’m never gonna leave you.”
“Oh, honey, you’re safe now. I promise. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
“Go ahead and take a shower. I’ll fix you something to eat.”
“What happened to you, baby?”
“I’ll kill that bastard. I’ll kill him for what he did to you.”
“You look like shit, man.”
“Whoa, whoa, take it easy! You got pretty banged up back there, and you don’t want to go making yourself worse.”
“I’m not trying to baby you. It’s called taking care of my friends.”
“Sweetheart, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell anyone you were sick?”
"PLEASE DON'T LEAVE MY SIDE" PROMPTS * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary
i'd really like it if you stayed close.
do you really have to go?
you're the first person who ever offered to stay.
i'd feel safer if you were here.
could you spend the night?
promise me you'll stay.
i don't want to be alone right now.
what if i asked you to stay here? would you?
i really need you here with me.
what are you doing? you said you'd stay with me!
i don't want you to go.
i need you here, with me.
can you stay a little while longer?
i hate goodbyes.
stay right behind me.
next time you leave, tell me first.
just five more minutes.
i can't face this alone.
it's better if we stick together.
we'll cover more ground if we stay as a group.
i could really use a friend right now.
it would mean a lot to me if you stayed.
don't go.
one minute you were here and the next minute, you were gone.
the last time i did this alone... it didn't go well.
keep your eyes on me.
you promised me you'd be here.
i don't do well on my own.
everything feels so much better when you're here.
i like the time we spend together.
wait. i'm not ready to leave yet.
is it okay if i stay here?
i can't face it alone. i need you here.
i'll sleep on the couch. you won't even know i'm here.
i hate being alone.
just one more kiss before you go.
stay close to me.
don't let go of my hand.
promise me i won't be alone.
i'm not ready to walk you out.
just a few more minutes. then you can leave.
do we have to go our separate ways?
things are easier with you.
i woke up and you were gone.
friends stick together.
please don't walk away from me.
when i'm alone... nothing is right.
you'd be better off staying here.
please stay. for me?
i always sleep better when you're next to me.
i can't let you go.
just one more hug.
Thomas Hardy, Tess of the d'Urbervilles