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[godshadowed]

                      ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ

                                   ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ

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There was a pause as she was silent in the face of his looming presence before she gave a small sigh. She held out her hand, palm face down level with the ground. Ionia was a deeply magical and complicated place with wounds that still hadn’t healed after the war with Noxus. It always hurt her to do this, but she felt he deserved to know her personal level of connection with his home. She dipped into the Nature element for a moment, the one that hummed for Ionia in all it’s vibrant green color. For a brief moment the web of magic would be visible to the shadow master, humming around them, before it would fade, and Lux’s face would wrinkle in both pain and distaste. There had been many an occasion where she was sure Nature was an Ionian element, this was the only place it sung quite like this.

“I’ve seen many things Master of Shadows, more pain and suffering than you can imagine. Yet, I have also seen a people trying to rebuild, to forage ahead, and then there is you. The magic here is wild, untamed, but yours is not. The shadows speak to me not from the same place as most of the magic in Ionia.” Lux drops her hand and bites her lower lip for a second as the pain in her chest subsides. Ionia still feels like it is raw and bleeding in many respects and connecting with it for too long hurts her.

“It feels like she hurts, but I don’t know why. I can’t explain it, but I want to understand, and I feel like you and your shadows are the first steps to that. I want to see what makes her ache in this way.” Lux gave a slow shrug before glancing off to the side and around them. She’d been to Ionia many times, it was always a place that called her back and each trip had returned her to a more pained land. The people seemed to be getting better so she didn’t understand why the land itself seem to hurt. She was connected to Ionia in a way she couldn’t quite explain yet, but she hoped to one day appreciate.

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[yi-dashi-a]

【戦傷】-- wounded in action

late Starter for @akaishisou

There was never pause for Yi Dashi, not so long as Noxians still flooded the land. Plans still needed to be planned, formations made, enemy movements considered, and all while he tried to ignore the sharp pains that radiated up his forearms. The mage healers had offered their assistance, but instead he opted to put the two broken things into makeshift slings like always. Even as his disciples, in varying states of injury, huddled around the low fires of the medic’s camp, he was busy drawing circles and lines into the bloodied, muddied soil with levitated sticks.

“|Master…|” Groaned one of them, “|You’re starting to mumble again.|”

“|… Am I?|” He replied, casting his begoggled gaze over his scribblings and forgetting what they all meant as his concentration left him, “Sorry. I’m just trying to put everything together. We need to be prepared for when we set out agai--”

“--Go for a walk, Master.” Another of them interjected, “Please.”

“Alright, alright. Aiya…”

But even then, his work was not yet done. The camp was filled with the weary and the dying. The stressed and those at rest. Other more conventional healers had to turn his assistance away once they noted his own battered condition. Yi scoffed, setting off without protest to other areas of the camp. There had to be someone to help, though. Someone, at least, to talk with. He scanned the dirtied faces about him, and that’s when finally his lenses trailed on something worth noticing.

A new group seemed to be in the process of arriving, and about them bubbled auras of light refracting darkness. It was an incomprehensibility he had yet to experience in his time, and with it he found himself wincing so hard that it aggravated his injuries. Whether it was linked to one man or many wasn’t for him to discern at distance. All he knew was a familiar metallic twang overpowered his taste buds, and the crimson that slowly trickled from his nose was right at home amongst his bruises and grime.

“Oy!” He called almost before thinking about it. The martial artist all but gave himself whiplash as he haphazardly used his neck to fling his helmet from his head. He made sure to mumble, “Keep this safe…” to anyone nearby before he began to approach the rabble, “Welcome to a home away from hell. Now, where have the likes of you seen your service? From where have you traveled?”

He still ensured to wear a smile, as condescending as it was, even in his state. Yi at least felt himself nothing if not carefully hospitable. Auras aside, the Ionians really needed all the help they could get, “Are you all together? Who is in charge if that is the case? Forgive the questions. I just want to keep this place safe. Answer me swiftly, and you can be tended to.”

[godshadowed]

“ i don’t feel like the same person i was before it happened. ” [akaishisou]

“The invasion, you mean? Or something else?”

Kayn had placed his cup of tea down when he spoke, though he cradled the warmth between his blackened palms. Despite Spring finally breaking Winter open, it was still cold, and it could be felt in the temple just the same. The hot tea certainly helped. 

“What were you like before it, then? I only know so much of what Ionia was before–just stories.”

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[godshadowed]

My muse joines yours in bathing. [Akaishisou, hue]

Sinday Prompts | Accepting

Eyes opened when the water was disturbed. His head tilted, he looked to the man that joined him during his usual alone time, but when he saw him, he couldn’t find it in himself to feel interrupted. He ran his fingers through long dark strands one more time, making sure one last time that all of the conditioner was gone from the silky tresses, before his black hands were reaching for warm skin. 

“I am always astounded by your beauty, when I am graced with the sight of you.” Words spoken with a genuine smile, as Kayn ran his hands, wrinkled some from the time it took to wash his hair, over Zed’s shoulders, up against his neck. A black marking, a blessing from the shadows, was traced with his thumb. 

“Would you like me to wash your hair?”

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[godshadowed]

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Of course he recognised him. His voice, his face, all of him was familiar and unknown at the same time. The contradiction was unsettling.

“Kayn”, Zed spoke his name in a deep tone, like the growling of a beast. A sign of recognition, but not entirely of acceptance. It still didn’t make sense that his apprentice appeared now in front of him in such a form. Nobody could perfect the shadow magic like that so fast and without notice, not even him.

“You are not giving me an answer”. Zed pointed out. Right now he didn’t care for flattering and sweet talk; he wanted the truth. Still, Kayn’s words managed to appease him, at least for the moment. The other did not raise his blade and Zed ended lowering his. He did not sheath them though, not yet, despite Kayn not showing any sign of threat.

Still, it was the most similar thing to a truce that Zed was willing to give, and for the time being, it would be enough.

“How have you reached this level of power?”, he inquired. “The Kayn I know still has yet to vanquish the darkin, how come you carry its empty carcass? What are you?”

He repeated his question, more demanding this time, annoyed by the whole incongruity. He was trying to sort it out, to understand how such a thing could have happened. The most rational conclusion was that Kayn had been training at his back, perfecting his power without him noticing, but a part of him sensed that it wasn’t the right explanation.

Zed was a demanding presence, if nothing else. Even without his words asking for answers, his form alone called for respect and obedience. The bulk of his body, the way he held himself, the weapons he donned, and then the deep growl of his voice... Kayn had never forgotten it. It had been a year now. It may yet forever haunt him. He wanted it to forever haunt him.

Being before him again brought a tightness to his chest that he tried not to let affect the rest of him. His muscles wanted to tense with every low reverberating syllable that came from Zed. Was it anxiety? Fear? Something else? Nonetheless, he kept himself composed. What did he have to fear? What danger was he in? There was none.

This was arrogance from the one who had once removed the head of the Master of Shadows. 

“I am Shieda Kayn, I assure you. I simply come from another realm,” Kayn admitted. He could think of no lies that would satisfy Zed, not when he planned to remain in this place until his goals were met. He would know sooner or later, and Kayn felt it wise to tell him through methods he could control. “I have shadow stepped between the veil that separates our worlds. Only with good intentions, of course.”

He was bragging now. There was a bit of a smile on his face again. 

“Think of me as the ideal fate for your apprentice. One I’d hope you intend for him.”

[lncaendia]

“Karma. To what do I owe the complete lack of pleasure?” [It's actually from akaishisou, couldn't ask anonymously]

The jingling of gold anklets and bracelets alerts those to her presence, yet she is not attacked as she ascends to the Order’s seat of power. Karma walks with hands pressed together in a show of reverence, an apology for treading upon ground uninvited. Ionia’s so-called woman of peace exuded a defiant aura here, for she would not be intimidated by one of Ionia’s most powerful men. She is greeted with malice in the shadow master’s voice, and her brows knit for a mere second before her expression fades altogether. 

“Perhaps I should come back later, when you might be more inclined to be hospitable towards someone like me?” She asks with a coy smile, covering her quiet laughter with her hand. Karma raises a painted hand to him in greeting nonetheless, making it quite apparent that she was not leaving.

“I’ve come all the way here to speak with a proud son of Ionia, and you would refuse me? I think not. You wouldn’t be so rude.” Her tone went from playful to somber in the few seconds between words, and her gaze grew intense upon the Master of Shadow. She walks further past the threshold to Zed’s dominion, and unlike those who would normally pass, does so without fear. Approaching with deliberate steps, she greets him once more, bowing at his feet. The gesture is surprising for one such as she to do; and she does so despite the vitriol from him.

“I have not come to let you kill me, or to declare that I am your enemy. I intend to be far from it,” she begins solemnly, folding her arms across her chest. “I would rather tell you that I admire how well you have organized so many people; it is a skill I wish I could develop faster.” 

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[godshadowed]

Kayn could only watch from inside, for being seen was not an option. He could not stand beside Zed on the balcony that the Master of Shadows looked out from, he could not feel the snow gather upon their shoulders, or breathe in the chilled open air with him. He only watched the man... admired him from his seat upon the edge of his low mattress. 

Kayn shivered, and he figured that perhaps being beside him was not so desirable after all. Goosebumps littered his skin from the breeze that managed to rush into Zed’s quarters, and he had half the desire to pull one of the furs off of the bed to wrap it around his half naked form. Stubborn as ever though, he remained, braving the cold as he always did for the sake of his image. He recalled friends who claimed him to be ‘uselessly vain’ for this exact behavior, and the thought brought a small smile to his face. 

“It’s dreadful, how spring is here and yet it still snows.”

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