#deadeyc

[forvinti-archived-blog]

“I once got set on fire by a sorcerer. Nasty business.”

“I, uh. Yes. Um. Did you deserve it? Some part of me feels like you did.”

[terraformis]

❛ such a thing, isn't it? to lose everything you've ever had... only to take it back. ❜ no. he did no such thing. he simply took what OTHERS held precious. like a greedy monster, he took these things all for himself.

  “If that’s what’s good for you, then I’m glad.” She offers the strange masked man a polite smile, though wary of his overall appearance. It’s true that the desert necessitates cover from its harsh elements, but his getup feels rather excessive, even to her.

  She shouldn’t be a judge of his personal style, however, so she refrains from commenting on it. “But I’ve been told that sometimes it’s okay to let go of the old so we can make room for the new. There’s no forest greener than one that grows from the ashes of a fire.”

[wraithwolf]

" you hate the noxians as much as i do, don't you, pup? " the devil drawled out, his cold eyes and countenance hidden away behind a mask. " how do you like the thrill of hunting them down? "

his jaw tightens.  were they present atop the round table,  his fingernails might have tore into its weathered oak.  they tempt to pierce his legs instead.

this man  –  and he is only a man,  neither devil nor beast as the whispers in the wind might suggest,  kayn learns this too late  –  conceals his face,  conceals his motives beneath his mask;  yet he can only hide within his mind.  he can hunt,  and hunt,  and hunt,  but it is he that becomes the hunted every single time he’s met with the bitter taste of his own truth.

noxus rips your throat out.  it forges your defiance into a dagger and digs it in between your ribs,  then praises you for the blood at your feet.  noxus teaches you to enjoy that sight.

the blood of a noxian is no different from his own,  or this man’s were he to simply lean forward and snap.  but there is no atonement to be found in senseless killing.  there never was.

shieda kayn does not hate.  a weapon is incapable of such an emotion,  no matter how many times he’s lifted that wretched scythe,  heavy from the weight of consequence over his head and introduced soldier after soldier to their personal guillotine.  they die simply because he cannot,  not yet.  that is noxus’ gift to him.

❝    their deaths are inevitable,   ❞    he replies at last,  as cold as the bite of howling wind.    ❝    there is nothing beyond that.    in the end,  it’s either them or us.    don’t you agree?    ❞

@deadeyc

[tracelcss-blog]

" looks like the stars are outclassed, with how you're looking tonight. "

         fate laughs softly, and his eyes gleam with a mix of pride and amusement. he puts his head on his hand, chesire grin and all. there’s an unadulterated joy and a pure infatuation in those cyan eyes that makes the laugh last long after it’s gone. 

        “tell me more.” he says. “with talk like that, you’re lookin’ for a very troublesome future ahead of you.”

[tracelcss-blog]

theres this deadeye fellow that i think wants to ship with you you should check that out

oh wow what ever will i do, with a guy named deadeye, who high noon tf is in love with and even gives an actual name, and almost freezes to death with, and how that guy named deadeye is high noon tf’s first real love, oh what. ever. will. i. do.

[gunsblazing]

deadeyc replied to your chat:

deadeye vc: i have a problem. i have a serious problem.

sara vc: problems. you’re missing an s.

[gunsblazing]

deadeye: exists

sara: why are you the way that you are? why are you what you are? why this?

[4thdevil]

jhin: talk dirty to me

deadeye: i'm gonna kill you

jhin: oh you devil