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[wylain]

❛ do you mind explaining it once more?… i,   um…  ❜ wylan’s eyes shifted away from jayce and to his blank notebook that he hid from view.   ❛ i just need it explained a second time,   i promise.   ❜   /   @arkhayn  ❨ 𝐣𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬 ❩ 

[edensbite]

@arkhayn : salo | starter call.

the sky is resplendent at night, radiant in the gentle glow of the waning crescent moon. piltover's own bright lights swarming the horizon made it difficult to appreciate the sea of stars, but at least the air is fresh, crisp on the inhale, cool with the eventide's light chill. eden is reminded each and every time she descends beneath the gutters and grates how something so simple as clean air is an impossible privilege to the people of zaun instead of the guarantee that it should be.

a trace of bitterness flickers upon her countenance, disappearing quickly as eden swallows the remainder of her glass's rich red wine. she steels her face, remembering where she is. though she plucks coin from the pockets and hands of the rich through the sweltering mine of excess and indulgence and opulence of her casino's finely decorated halls, just enough of the large sum of her profits are filtered back into piltover's coffers to be in their good graces ( though, the majority is kept for zaun's sake ). such generous donations — if you could call it that, when in reality she's giving back what she's stolen, she supposes — earns her the occasional invitation to lavish parties hosted by piltover's upper echelon.

on some level, some few members of the council are aware of eden and the finer details of her dossier, enough, perhaps, for them to remember that she is a dangerous enemy to have. so she smiles now as she meanders around a horde of people until she stands beside salo. " thank the council for me for allowing me the chance to shake the dust out of my ballroom. it sees so little use. it'd be nice to have a party every now and then. " eden pauses for a beat, glancing over at him with a cat-like gleam to her eyes. " have you had a chance to play at one of the card tables? "

[rosegrief]

𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲,   𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬,   she had been happy to be apart of this community.    she’d given up all the glitz and false glamours of piltover for the one she loved most.    now that had been taken from her,   and she was but a ghost of her former self.     lingering in the old forgotten residence that no one seemed to bother.    haunting the grounds like a phantom.    children were the only sights she saw pass through,   daring each other to enter.    she was not unkind,   but she was cold.    this time now it was not a child of the present,   but the past.    she remembered her hair so vibrant and bright,   almost in the same shade of her beloved olgierds.    she remembered a time when she gave the children all she could,   in her happy humble home with her husband.    

❛ my goodness…  ❜ her voice was soft,   the cold edge must have melted when the familiar feeling of her happiness coursed through her  like a light in a dark place.    ❛ has it really been so long that you’ve grown to be so much older? ❜ she managed a smile through her sadness,   a frail hand reaching to the younger woman’s hand,   ❛ violet,   is that really you? or have i really passed over to the other side? ❜   /   ♡  @arkhayn​ ❨ vi ❩ 

[rosegrief]

❛ it’s not at all as frightening as people make it seem.    ❜ iris spoke of his eye,  it was suddenly,   an attempt to garner his attention for more than just a moment in conversation.    ❛  though i admit being in the presence of it does make me shutter just so… ❜ she raised her head,   not meaning to stare.    ❛ ahh,   i’m sorry—i sometimes let my inspiration rule me,   then i forget myself and act foolishly—or rudely.    ❜   /   ♡ @arkhayn​ ❨ silco ❩ 

[rosemourn]

❛ oh,   don’t mind my eavesdropping,   but you were in stillwater prison,   correct ❜ an anxious feeling boiled beneath her skin,   yet nina was skilled at controlling her emotions,   even the ones that grasped desperately at her heart.    this game was played often,   though the pang of uncertainty and doubt threatened to undo her,   she remained calm.    she closed the space between her and the other woman,   barely a breath away.     ❛ i just want some information regarding a prisoner.    ❜ nina had to be certain that she would be offered aid before giving away his name and  𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝.  /  @arkhayn​  ❨ vi ❩