#camavala

[warwaged-moved]

@camavala // VIEGO.

“ You seem to be in high spirits today, dearest uncle, ” She is in a good mood herself, to greet him with lighthearted provocation that is to call him ‘uncle’. The sun shines bright, and perhaps that in itself is enough ( if there is a particular reason for her good mood, Kalista does not see fit to elaborate ). Instead, gaze sets upon Viego, more interested in what has cheered him so.

She is still in armor, though not ready to take to the field; only that worn for practice, which had been her occupation only a few moments prior, spear still in hand when she had called for him. Now Kalista sets it aside, taking off helmet and gloves before approaching him.  

Different though the two may be, they had been friends for as long as she could remember anything. A result of closeness in age and familial relation; though it was her father who shared Viego’s parentage, she had grown up with him -- and there was no friend Kalista trusted more, or for who she cared as much, close as if he were her brother rather than uncle.

Not surprising, then, that it gladdens her to see him so content. Perhaps she should have objections, if only those of practical nature, due to knowing the likely reason for that. Even so, she had always been quite tolerant when it came to Viego ( and he had enough on his plate with other people’s criticism ). So it is not disapproval, but rather pure curiosity, which colors her words, gaze making it clear she wants to know how things are between him and his beloved Isolde. “ Were you with her again? ”  

[bringmisery]

sc.      ( @camavala​ )

       ❝ vieeeego. is shurima actually important for our stuff? ❞  

        Vex steps out of Shadow’s portal, trailing sand as she goes. Shadow immediately follows by shaking, like a wet dog, and getting even more sand everywhere, and making Vex cringe away from it, hissing like an upset cat.

       ❝ UGH. ‘cause seriously. it’s so sunny, travelling merchants keep trying to offer me rides, like i’d want their help or something. and don’t even get me started on sand. i hate sand. like, more than most of the things i hate, even. ❞

[executionaryglory-archived]

“Hah! Everyone’s afraid to you? You don’t look so tough!”

@camavala | sc

[dasuuis]

starter for @camavala​​ — akshan requested.

     𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐋 𝐔𝐏  into a teasing smile, twirling the wiring of his grappling hook in a obliquely manor.  typically, his punishment is swift, certain, and exacted by a curious weapon that rights the wrongs of his foes  — but, there was a difference when facing one like the dynastic ruined king.  on occasion, he allowed himself freedom to play with his targets; sentinels of light could have fun too!

     ❝  now, now,  ❞  index finger wiggles, snapping his grappling hook back to its gun.  the frustration is sensed, yet akshan finds himself amused by it, chuckling in response.  ❝  weren’t you ever told to play nice and get along?  i don’t think you’re playing fair here, dear ruined king!  ❞

[executionaryglory-archived]

“What do you WANT? Didn’t expect a VISIT any time soon.”

@camavala sc.

[dasuuis]

— @camavala​ asked: 5 ft manlet king compared to akshan.

AKSHAN: 5′5 VIEGO: 5′

[20ways-tokillsomeone]

“My sensitive little boy doesn’t like having his hair pulled?” Thresh whispered in Viego’s ear, his grip unrelenting.

[goldenfists]

birthday ask // always accepting !! ❝ Ah, there you are, Sett. . . ! ❞ 

Wraith approaches && more quickly closes distance, smile warm for him alone. purring as fondly as a housecat, held within clawed hands is a neatly wrapped box, held out toward the pit's boss with the same sort of reverence befit a king or perhaps even god. ❝ I ... admit, I was a bit pressed on what to get you, and it has been - over a thousand years now since I've prepared anything of the sort ... ❞ he's talking to fill the air, anxious now that he was in the moment but smiling still. ❝ I wanted to wish thee a happy birthday, Sett. To celebrate your life && the years to come is a joy I hoped to attribute to. Surely, the world itself would be a duller place if thou were to be absent from it. ❞ Within the box is a swirled ring of camavoran make ; not made by him but painstakingly found && polished from its previously tarnished state. Golden, of course, to be seamlessly made an addition to what Sett largely owned — and lastly, a chain ; for as large as Sett was, the wraith had some doubts it may actually fit despite looking for the largest he could find. ❝ It is not much of a gift, I admit ; but I hope it may yet please you. ❞ ( if you like it then you shoulda put a ring on it---- a littol gift for sett !!!! 🥺 ) ( @camavala​ )

the    one    standing    before    him    wasn't    the    sun    of    a    summery    morning,    yet    the    warmth    emanated    from    it    ⸻    the    unassuming    carrier    of    such    comfort,    only    ever    paid    attention    to    by    its    absence;    and    albeit    others    might    overlook    that    kind    of    humility,    the    kind    that    went    hand    in    hand    with    the    boldest    and    strongest    on    runeterra,    the    half-beast    saw    it    entirely.    some    stood    out    from    ego,    others    from    a    sense    of    inner    strength    and    inborn    courage...    he    was    the    latter    every    bit    of    the    way.    thus,    not    despite    because    of    his    sense    of    flair,    not    despite    because    of    the    eccentric    quirks    of    his    peculiar    character,    the    beast    [    whose    claws    and    fangs    were    edged    with    ichor    ]    treasured    him:    for    warmth    was    truth    and    the    right    kind    of    power.

as    he    stared    rather    dumbfounded    at    the    present    presented    to    him    from    someone    whose    steps    towards    redemption    were    still    being    given    today,    he    could    only    exhale    a    long    wisp    of    air,    acknowledging    then    that    he    had    held    his    respiration    for    far    too    long.    a    toothy    smile    was    thus    tiptoeing    upon    scarred    lineaments,    extending    a    limb    to    secure    the    small    box    upon    a    calloused    palm,    using    the    other    to    unwrap    what    was    nestled    within.    to    say    he    was    surprised    with    the    content    was    an    understatement    ⸻    he    was    absolutely    exhilarated    with    the    small    jewelry    glowing    with    the    rays    cast    from    above.

❝    oh,    what    the    ⸻    not    much?!    boy...    thank    you...    damn    ❞    golden    spheres    widened    for    a    sole    second,    gathering    composure    after    being    exposed    to    such    kindhearted    gesture.    the    ring    was    secured    betwixt    a    thumb    and    an    index    finger,    raising    it    to    contemplate    it    from    a    different    angle,    right    in    the    direction    of    the    sun.    an    opulence    like    no    other:    it    was    made    from    pure    adoration,    from    an    affection    that    nurtured    a    bond    that    was    still    growing    and    self-fortifying...    a    relic    like    no    other.    and    upon    deciding    that    he    would    try    it    on    one    of    the    fingers,    he    realized    something    ⸻    that    ring    deserved    more    than    to    be    in    the    digits    of    war,    it    deserved    more    than    to    be    blemished    by    blood    from    those    who    never    deserved    to    even    touch    it.    it    was    thus    that    he    decide    to    use    the    chain    instead    and    allow    the    ring    to    hang    from    the    metal    around    the    neck.    

❝    wanna    help    me?    ❞    the    query    came    when    he    offered    the    chain    with    the    new    pendant,    squatting    slightly    to    allow    the    other    better    access    to    his    neck.    ❝    just    wait    until    i    have    it    around    my    neck...    y'    won't    escape    the    brutality    of    my    hug.    ❞