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[decaeys]

62. EMPTYHANDED -- bilmuri.

OMEN. " I hate being on your terms. " he knows that she doesn't need him. quite the contrary: he needs her.

which is exactly why he's following her now through the streets of noxus, bounding past civilians and guards alike without so much as even a sideways glance from either. he's surprised, being ionian, how much the people around him don't give a shit that he's following the daughter of marcus du couteau around like a shadow.

" have you made up your mind yet? or are you just neglecting to tell me where exactly we're headed. "

she's insufferable. selfish, egotistical and she can back it up. it reminds him of someone dear, someone lost. her coldness only irritates him more.

still, he keeps pace, eyeing her as she washes forward through the streets, a sea of hot lava parting the crowds wherever she goes. we both want the same thing, he tells himself. gritted teeth and white knuckles are enough to keep him from questioning her any more. whatever she's doing -- wherever she's going -- he needs her to take him with her. the only way they're going to cull the black rose from the city is on her order, and he's just about willing to oblige to be her cannon fodder.

@deathslotus / spotify wrapped.

[umbane]

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

dialogue prompts

"Only the Noxian dogs." The words are spat out between bared teeth, mismatched eyes wide and tracking her as he swings his scythe in a lethal arc. One that, by all reason, should cleave right through her. When she disappears into thin air, Kayn doesn't give her the extra handful of heartbeats it would take for him to turn around — he knows, instinctively, that she's behind him, and he's just as quick to sink into shadow.

OH, I LOVE IT WHEN YOU'RE LIKE THIS! RUTHLESS! VIOLENT! ANIMALISTIC! ISN'T THIS FUN? Kayn's foot materializes, digging into the dirt as he launches off it, bringing his scythe down on her again and roaring when she vanishes again. "SHOW YOURSELF!" He howls, searching for a flash of red, a glint of steel, anything to tell him where to swing his scythe next. "Do all Noxians fight like such cowards?" DON'T ANSWER THAT; WE ALREADY KNOW!

WE SHOULD DO THIS MORE OFTEN, KAYN. Once again, Kayn falls back into the shadows, spreading out and rifling through them, moving like a breeze through the branches. "You can't hide from the shadows," he says, his voice singsong and low, coming from all directions as he catches a glimpse of red. AHAHAHAHAH! Laughter seems to echo from the leaves before it coalesces behind her as Kayn explodes from the shadows and brings the scythe down upon her.

[decaeys]

❛  i  had  to  fight  like  hell  and  fighting  like  hell  made  me  what  i  am  .  ❜

NOVA MORENO. she knows the outline well: claw, rip, shred, bleed; rinse and repeat. albeit nova has never known war, and never as thoroughly as those from noxus. there is something in the air whenever a noxian is around, whether it be the sound of victory or the stench of death, she can sense it. this one appears to have drenched her hair in blood for so long that her natural colour has forgotten itself. the vastaya shudders, unsure of the danger that the woman poses.

" you wear it well, though," she points out, clawed fingertip gesturing to her own cheek, " perhaps fighting suits you, too. "

many a soldier has crossed her path in her time, all of them muttering the same complaints about conscription. her eyes flicker to meet the redhead's: something in them tells her that no law forced this woman to fight.

" but what are you though? or rather, what do you think you are? " she could offer a choice few words for what she thought the other woman might be, gaze drifting from the tattoo at her side and the weapons at her hip back up to the scar at her cheek.

" do you like fighting? is that all that you are? "

@deathslotus / to those vehement

[lncaendia]

there are limits to what you can expect people to understand, without living it.

On several fronts, the only look on Karma's face is simply put: incredulous.

First of all, a Noxian patriot approaches her. Already, she can feel fire burning in her body, like serpent scales crawling under her skin. The land cries out for vengeance at the mere sight of this woman.

Secondly - it's clear this one has absolutely no clue about who Karma is, what she is, and the endless number contained within her very soul. Their voices cry out, clamoring for peace to quiet the roar underneath. It had been ten years, and it still hadn't cooled.

"I have lived a thousand lives, and a thousand over again," Karma argued. "And even in this one I have learned and suffered in ways no other had. By the hand of your people, no less," she had to add.

"I suppose no life was ever Noxian," she spits out with venom on her tongue. The fact that she conceded on the smallest of points had her skin crawling again. "As much as I'd like to continue peacefully, I'm not sure you're capable of understanding something so complex as peace - after all, you've never lived it."

[gutterblade]

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It would be too good to be true if Katarina actually did what she was asked, wouldn't it? Talon grimaces as he watches the wine disappear behind her lips. His fingers curl in the air and return to his side, tense and irritable as ever. Every word out of Katarina's mouth only serves to make his shoulders tense more, and his mind is a battleground of perfect, ice-cold reasoning (of course they should both be sober for this job, alcohol will only make them sloppy) and a pettiness that he didn't possess until he acquired two sisters who constantly defied that reasoning (if Katarina can do this after a glass of wine, then so can he, and he wants to do it just to prove it to her that he can).

His decision is made when a server walks past them, close enough for Talon to swipe a glass without so much as a cursory glance at the server. See? She makes him sloppy. Irrational. This will only complicate things for them both.

Still, he takes a sip, because frankly, the wine served at these parties is not to be missed. Another useless trait he's picked up from this family.

"Are you going to be obstinate all night?" He asks, flicking his eyes up to meet hers. "Or are we going to work together? I'll adjust my expectations accordingly."