#aloends

[saetbyeol-moved]

CONTINUED:   @aloends​

   he knew this was a problem. even before everything that happened with w/ngs, he knew adriel didn't like that affection from him was strictly expressed in physical ways, or more subtle ways that might be more difficult to pick up on sometimes. there had been something broken within jiwoon for so long now, that he didn't even know where to begin to repair it even if he wanted to. that was part of the problem too. he didn't really want to. he'd rather watch everything burn than do anything about it. he'd proven that much, hadn't he? sometimes he could still hear their screams in the dead of night.

   jiwoon stood up, shaking himself out of his thoughts.  ❛ let me help. ❜  packing didn't exactly sound like a thrilling venture, but a part of him felt like perhaps adriel wouldn't want to go back alone. if they needed to be packing, but came here instead... perhaps it was because they didn't want to be alone; to not end this chapter of their life alone. even with all the obvious frustration he'd seen them be in with their group, he knew adriel had put their heart and soul into w/ngs. it was all falling apart.  ❛ I can tell them all to shut the fuck up and leave you be, so you can just get your things and your dog in peace. ❜  w/ngs hated him. he knew it, he just liked to pretend they didn't. it was funny to him.  ❛ and, if you want... you can stay here for a bit. you know that, right? ❜ 

   I care about you. please see that I care about you.

[a-la-mort]

𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍

@aloends​

                    𝙰𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙻   𝙲𝙰𝙽’𝚃   𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴   𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶        with   so   much   death  &   decay   can   be   an   easy   path,   even   for   a   woman   who   seems   to   be   death   itself.   It’s   why   he   approaches   now   with   a   little   tinge   of   curiosity   &   of   SADNESS   in   his   eyes,   because   he   knows   what   it   is   like   to   be   an   outcast   —   to   be   LONELY.   &   Aumia   had   been   gentle   to   him   so   far   ;   he   will   give   her   the   same   courtesy   in   return.

                    Is   it   curiosity   ?   He   looks   sheepish   for   an   instant,   because   maybe   it   is,   at   least   partially.   But   it   is   also   a   genuine   offer   of   help.   He   wouldn’t   want   to   be   left   alone   just   for   the   sake   of   his   work   (   hadn’t   he   already   been   ?   )   so   he   can’t   imagine   she’d   want   to   be   either.   Yet   her   refusal   is   something   he   understands.   Pausing   for   a   moment,   Adriel   glances   away   towards   the   horizon,   arms   hugging   over   his   navel   as   he   considers   something   to   explain.          ❝   𝐶𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑦,   𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒.   𝐵𝑢𝑡   .   .   .   𝐼   𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜   —   𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙,   𝐼   𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤   𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡   𝑖𝑡’𝑠   𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒   𝑡𝑜   𝑏𝑒   𝑎𝑙𝑙   𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒.  ❞          His   eyes   lift   again,   glittering   with   genuine   honesty.          ❝   𝑆𝑜,   𝐼’𝑚   𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑.   𝐼𝑓   𝑦𝑜𝑢   𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡,   𝐼   𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛.  ❞

Loneliness was inevitable to the entity. Souls came and went, to continue their journey within the living. They stayed, sometimes broken from their past lives; regrets, traumas, sadness... She helped mend them, and off they went to do it all over again.

Funny how her duty worked... She grew close to the ones she protected, helped them heal. But in the end, most often than not, they left her alone, with the very grief they showed up with in the first place.

Sometimes she wondered if she should stop, but Death too had a liking for Life.

So she would hum a soft chuckle at the other’s words, lips curling in a smile that disappeared all too soon.

❝ I am not alone for long. As for your curiosity, I will try to answer whatever I am able. ❞

Her words reverberated ever so softly, and then there was a pause.

❝ Souls, especially living ones, cannot see me unless I am tied to them. Your own loneliness must have much more behind it... Would I be right? ❞

[rahorak-a]

The sound of boiling water soon begins to fill the vast room of Leona’s kitchen-dining area. The Solari Commander is wearing her simple leathers, with her Ra’horak belt strapped to her waist and simple golden bracelets around her arms. She’s dressed for an evening inside, and still sore from a day full of wearing her armor. She grabs the tea basket and puts it down on the kitchen island where Adriel is sitting, urging them to find a flavor they’d like.

“    I just had a delivery of Ionian herbal tea, they’re in the blue bag if you want to try one of them.    ”    Leona brings their mugs over and places one down in front of her friend, taking the other for herself as she sits down across from them.    “    Caelia told me about what happened today. Are you alright? You needn’t try to rescue her so often, she can take care of herself.    ”

@aloends​.

[rpcsitivity]

I love @aloends

@aloends

[mortalis-arc]

𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐬   &   𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬   /   𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐

@aloends   whispered   ::   “   you   look   like   you   need   a   hug.   ”

      𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧   𝐬𝐡𝐞   𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬   𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬   :   𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃.   the   past   several   nights   have   been   sleepless   ,   the   days   have   been   long   &   full   of   work   —   in   all   forms   ,   all   desdemona   can   feel   is   lethargy.   ❝   is   it   that   obvious   ?   ❞   she   inquires   ,   tone   teasing   as   a   bashful   smile   finds   its   way   onto   her   lips.   her   elbow   rests   lazily   on   the   counter,   chin   propped   on   one   of   her   hands   while   she   stares   at   the   florist.   ❝   would   it   be   too   much   to   ask   ?   ❞   but   she's   already   holding   her   arms   open   with   a   playful   pout   threatening   to   make   an   appearance.   ❝   i'll   even   say   ‘   pretty   please   ’   !   ❞

[essence-flux-primed]

it's a rather normal day in piltover. sun's out, people roam the streets holding hands & with happy looks on their faces. adriel pushes a cart filled with flowers on the sidewalk, occasionally making a sale, but more pleased that he has an excuse to be outside. he's looking up, absent - mindedly admiring the clouds above the city, an—

a sudden weight crashes into him, sending him sprawling onto his back on the pavement. he's still blinking up at the sky, dazed as he sits up to peer at the man who'd plowed into him ( still splayed out on top of him ). there's an awkward moment's pause as adriel peers mournfully over his tipped flower cart, before he looks back to the stranger, surprisingly chipper despite the new pounding in his head. " um, are you okay ? sorry if i hurt you, you know, i wasn't looking where i was walking — "

⋆ — It’s a rather normal day in Piltover, which means that Ezreal is running way too fast about someone who wants his ass over something. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and he’s only bumped into two people so far, so that’s pretty good for him. Buuut ... he’s getting pretty tired of the whole running thing, so with a quick glance over his shoulder (and a little trip on the sidewalk that definitely no one saw), Ezreal activates his gauntlet and, with a little flash of light, vanishes into thin air.

    Really, he just blinked a few steps to the right and into a (mostly) abandoned building. “Whoops! Sorry!” He calls to its startled inhabitants as he darts from one end of the room to the other and, with a little salute, blinks out again. It’s going really great and he’s gonna make his daring escape until, as he turns his head forward again in mid-air, he spies the flower cart heading towards him at top speed, lets out a very heroic, “AAUGH!” as he careens into it, staggers into the softest thing he can find, and falls on top of it. 

     Or rather .... them. “Owww...” Ezreal winces as he slowly lifts his head. Scuffed palms are one thing, but something in his leg is really smarting from that cart. “Ahhh ... That stings. That’s fine. It’s fine. Oh—” Hello, gorgeous. Ezreal’s pained expression is quickly replaced by a confident (even cocky) smirk as he looks down at the dishevelled man beneath him. “No sweat! Normally I wanna be taken out to dinner before I end up on top of someone, but for you?” Did he just wink? Now? “I’ll make an exception.”

[lumenari]

❛ we can all be saved. ❜   /   @aloends​

   she didn’t move a muscle. a smile was on her face, but her mismatched eyes were empty. it wasn’t the first time a celestial spoke those words to her. they all always thought they were better than her, even the fallen ones. she hadn’t really known adriel before either of them had fallen, just that they were a guardian angel before. it had been her business to know, at least, what every celestial’s role was in the host. michael had been god’s right hand, but lucifer had been in charge. until the war. until she fell. until she became... this.

   ❛ what makes you think I want to be saved? ❜  she asked them, arms crossing in front of her chest.  ❛ have you perhaps considered I enjoy being who I am? like... at all? do any of you ever consider this? I’m not broken, adriel. ❜

[saetbyeol-moved]

STARTER:   @aloends​

   with his first solo work having been released, jiwoon often had a schedule for the day without the other members of no spin accompanying him. while jiwoon wasn't exactly a new and upcoming idol, as a matter of fact, he was probably more famous than any of these rookies could ever dream of achieving, but it was his first time releasing songs as a soloist, and he found himself on a radio show with others that were trying to break out as soloists. the conversation was pleasant, mostly because a lot of the attention was on him. while helping trainees and rookies didn't hugely interest him, he did like talking about his work.

   every time he fell silent to let others talk for a moment, his gaze settled on one of the upcoming idols in the circle. he felt like he recognised them, somehow, and it was bothering him that he couldn't remember exactly where from right away. brows pulled together slowly, and only smoothed out again when he was asked another question, tearing his gaze away to speak.

   as things wrapped up, he got his coat from yunjin. they chatted, jiwoon's gaze being pulled again to the person from before who appeared to be trying to get someone on the phone. he looked away when they started to look up to him, gaze returning to yunjin.

   jiwoon thought he'd never see them again after that, honestly. they seemed a bit dazed during the radio show, like they didn't even really want to be there. jiwoon figured they might never debut, especially with a disposition like that, so he likely wasn't going to see them again.

   but he was wrong. once they had finally gotten into the car to drive back to the dorms, jiwoon saw them walking down the road alone. no coat, no belongings, they were just... walking. jiwoon's brows pulled together again.  ❛ slow down. ❜  he spoke before he realised he was.

   that was when it clicked, he did know them. from a long time ago, back before he dropped out of school. brows relaxed as this realisation dawned on him. what were the odds of that? he recalled them coming up to him and his friends one day, asking if they could join in on the dance practice.

   jiwoon tried to convince yunjin to let them into the car. she was appalled by the suggestion. it was a company car, that's against the rules, and it was a stranger to them. jiwoon opened the car door to get out, forcing the driver to quickly step on the brakes. he threw the car door shut behind him after pulling his coat out of the car with him, walking up to who he had now recognised as bonhwa  —  that's not what they had called themselves though, wasn't it? it was adriel, he remembered now from the radio show introductions.

   ❛ hey. ❜  he caught up with him, the car he had gotten out of driving behind them slowly. jiwoon handed out his coat.  ❛ you look cold. ❜