#aviditte

[eciled-moved]

‘ you say the word and i’ll go anywhere blindly . ’

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒  𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 . / not accepting!

“ That is not true no matter how many times you say it —“

& she almost lets out a quiet ‘Kat’ to finish the sentence, wanting to punctuate the end with with a nostalgic murmur from her military days. She does not, however; lips purse together as a sigh slips through her nostrils, one tawny hand coming to move away those long, red locks of hair from out of the assassin’s face.

A wry smile follows.

“ You’ve too much here to lose to come and follow me. “ Riven’s hand, once gliding over a smooth cheek, now pauses. “ It is better this way. “ @aviditte​

[thelightofdemacia]

@aviditte​ ♥d the starter call and who am i to disagree

“If you keep stroking my hair like that, I don’t know what will happen first-- me falling asleep, or falling for you”, she teasingly mumbled, a soft smirk on her face as she adjusted her head on Katarina’s lap. The lack of response from her made Lux giggle and encouraged her cheekiness. “You know, I was joking there. I don’t fall asleep that easily”

[miighted]

❛ Ah, there it is! That famous scowl. ❜

a darker shade of magic sentences / accepting

                As if on cue, the very same scowl Garen wore deepened as soon as Katarina spoke to him. He had to fight the urge to sneer and growl at her, but ultimately his pride was much stronger than anything else. Garen considered himself a proud, esteemed man of exceptional caliber, and though he detested the Du Couteau, he would not stoop to such a barbaric show of his distaste. Instead, he exhaled sharply through his nose while his jaw locked in an effort to swallow the retorts he wanted to throw at her. 

                No matter what, Katarina managed to prod his temper in a way that no one else could. She was like a poison that could seep through the cracks of his perfect armor, like a needle that could slip beneath the scales of a dragon and bury itself in the raw skin. She made his skin crawl with anger, made him feel like a wild fire ran up his spine. The words he wanted to let loose from his mouth shaped his tongue to a dagger, but for the time being, Garen retained his professional disposition ( as difficult as that may be ).

                “And there you are, as dishonorable as a Noxian can come,” he replied, venom dripping from every word. “State your business, Du Couteau. What do you want?” 

[ofironloyalty]

“ biting the knife eventually cuts your tongue. ”

 — ❝ it must require a fair amount of idiocy for an individual to indulge into such ludicrous actions. then again, i should expect no LESS from a ‘ proud ‘ noxian. ❞

alas, the looks of the woman before the line of her vision is no less familiar as no else shares such peculiar physical features but only the infamous sinister blade.

a danger far greater than any common mind can grasp; a silent danger to her family, especially.

❝ do tell me, noxian. do you speak out of experience ? ❞

@aviditte / Poetry starters.