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The Tower

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The Tower: What event would trigger your muse's breaking point?

//By far the event -- or rather, the thing -- that would trigger Valentina’s breaking point is extended sobriety/lack of access to Shimmer. The drug is something she uses to give herself enough of a high as to be more or less numb to her actions and the actions of those she services. If she were to go without it for an extended period of time, she would become too ‘feeling’ of the life she lives. It would disgust her and bring her to be sick and unable to work again out of fear, pain, and horror of what she has done to become who she is and what it is she does currently.

[lightshielded]

u know nothing jay four

‘ i know you’re a little bitch. ’

[youcannotaffordme]

⋯ AS RED AS BLOOD

Not often was the Queen so unimpressed by her client that she turned to observing everything but said paying customer. But such was the case, the timing of it so terrible it made her inwardly groan; for all the wealth Lord Venturi had, he lacked greatly in personality. 

It wasn’t that he was not sociable or even charismatic. From what Valentina had seen thus far she’d deduced that he was quite the entertainer. However, when it came to chatting up his unfortunate date, there was nothing to be gained aside from sheer and utter boredom. A feat, perhaps, but not one the Queen was pleased about in any case.

Eventually the Zaunite woman grew tired at his feeble attempts to spark her interest and ventured away from where she’d been seated at his side, quietly excusing herself before making for where the drinks were being served. If there was anything to be trusted in Noxus it was its wines. A glass was plucked from one of the many trays offered to her by the gala’s waiting staff, and soon the Queen began sipping at its contents. As she did so, the redheaded woman made her way across the ballroom, far from her client and hopefully towards better company.

A man whose appearance struck her as too similar to that of someone of the City of Progress brought the Queen to pause. How interesting it was to find someone who showed likeness to the upper-city’s inhabitants here in Noxus. Questions concerning whatever business they had drifted into mind; she desired answers, and wished to acquire some secrets if she were lucky. Curiosity carried her forward - she approached in a saunter, her glass still in hand.

“Privyet. I do not think we have met.”

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[starthieve]

❛ People are born in order to live, right? But the longer I’ve lived, the more I’ve lost what’s inside me. ❜

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❛  what odd creatures we are as living beings , are we not ? ❜  she tilts her head curiously to the side , vibrant blue seeking his own quiet stare . to say that she had only kept a few lessons from mortals after her fall was a harsh understatement to say the least , it could not have been farther from truths within the ache in her heart. 

& here , there was a man who lived in the shadow of such bitterness . . . & the starchild knew she need not speak further of agony for him to wholeheartedly understand.

❛  it’s almost humorous  , actually  ❜  soraka drifts her touch across the grass which surrounded them , fingers lacing around the thin stem of a nearby daisy as she plucks it with ease ❛   . .  .  for us to know that living in the fullness of life itself does not always bear the gifts of reclaiming what we have lost in the battles it forces us to fight . ❜  

she brings the flower of innocence to his touch and smiles . ❛ oh such irony . . . ❜   

[deathnied]

“ This is what mankind has been dreaming of. ”

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mankind has had strange dreams since its inception, it seems, and through the century and a few he’s been around he’s realized it is their calling: to aim higher and higher, then fall like icarus. the myth, when he first read of it, seemed like the perfect warning tale of what hubris can do. he’s witnessed it: the cataclysm brought such reality forth after their long years of greed. the idea of coming so close to an ideal only to fall hideously short of it — his kind knows its taste and they are close enough to being human it all falls under the same category. so the sentence spoken has him hum under his breath, eye of vivid amethyst sharp under this poor lighting.

“dreams are deceiving things, are they not.”

his voice is dull, tremendously so, coming close to monotone. he doesn’t bother to force himself to smile this time around, despite habits being pernicious, persistent things. he almost feels cynicism tug at the corner of his mouth, but the urge fades as quick as it came. the words that follow come in a morbid, knowing tone.

“mankind would not know the gravity of having them until they came                                                                            to SLIT ITS THROAT in its sleep.”

[youcannotaffordme]

aevicn replied to your post: �� ( back of her hand ;o )

awkward as he is,,,larks also super polite (´∇ﾉ｀*)ノ

//a good boy, a very good boy

[youcannotaffordme]

👄 ( back of her hand ;o )

TOUCH MEME / accepting

👄– kissing them on their [place of choice]

The Queen’s brows lifted in a show of surprise – well this was new. Although she had no issue with the show of mild affection, Valentina had never expected anything of the sort from Lark of all people. The man was often very reserved, even despite her best efforts to lure him out of his shell, so to have him leave a chaste kiss upon her hand threw her off guard and even brought her cheeks to colour.

“Lark,” she greeted, her voice sultry and kind all at once. Her smile was warmer than usual, to show she welcomed this slight development, regardless of what it signified. “A pleasure to see you again.”

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[thegoldendemon-blog]

acacia, honey, cool grey

COLORS. | accepting

    acacia: how much does it take for your muse to hate someone?

    Given that Khada Jhin claims he hates no-one currently alive, the answer seems to lie in either “an immeasurable amount” or “tally it by the dead”. Truthfully he is far quicker to be annoyed with than to find hate-- hate is difficult to control, prizing itself on outburst and plans going awry. The Demon, so he presents to others, is calm, cool, and collected, never straying from his original intent. Therefore, such a thing as him and “hate” is simply incompatible.

    But then, the dead do pile rather high...

    honey: when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?

    Jhin’s fixtures with love are, if unsurprisingly, nothing if not skewed. He fully believes that he is capable of regular love and compassion (of which he is not), such that he convinces himself that he can handle it whenever it arises so that it might not intrude with his regular working cadence.

    A natural liar, it does nothing but interfere.

    Jhin’s love is overbearing, continuous, obsessive and most of all-- deadly in those that cannot keep up with him, infatuation most common in those about to stroke their dying breaths. His true love lies not with the wax figures he considers “other human beings”, rather the nature of beauty itself.

    And we already know how The Golden Demon seeks to take her by the hand.

    cool grey: if your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?

    The Kindred to take him in his arms and for him to become immortal in the works he leaves behind.