#drownedrot

[powpowderblue]

[ Cont from here // @drownedrot​ ]

She still hums, but its quieter as she listens. 

Her memory flashes back to a hallway, her humming to herself when she refused to even speak to anyone else. She’d barely made a noise since Vi had left and it had been months after Silco plucked her from the ashes.  She heard singing, the same song as he sings now, echo out from the office. Even after she had trashed that same office, he still reached out to make a connection to her. That was the point everything changed and their bond formed. She wasn’t alone.

She jolts as she nearly slips off the beam, realising she must have zoned out for a moment and lost her balance. Carefully she turns it into a more controlled drop onto his desk, crouching there, her arms around her knees as she watches him.

In the next verse she joins in, her voice not as refined as his but she can still hold a note at least. She loved his singing, it soothed her and quietened the demons in her head.  

[nithhaiahh]

From here

@drownedrot

The banshee stared at the ceiling for a moment. Her red hair softly moving with the toxic wind.

"Perhaps..." -she replied, her voice hiding some bitter sweet feeling, just as that old scarf hid her ears.

"Some would praise it as it is, for they have lived under the laws and light of what most acknowledge as common. But not every, not everyone... those who received the bones were left with nothing but two option: survive or die. And sometimes in order to survive one does the unthinkable. Would a real God allow their sons to do such things? Would they be able to sit there calmly as blood is spilled over the streets? Who knows... all I know is that if such God exists, for sure, they hate me."

[baptismaleye]

@drownedrot sent: “Look what you chose. God damn you.“

"What I've done? Or is that finger really pointing at the right person?" The demon in the mirror tutted as he looked through his bad eye towards the man who stood in reality. Lips split up along the scarred region of his face, breaking apart like mud in the river basin. Everything about him seemed to ooze, but the River King didn't let that rot tarnish his silver tongue.

"Don't go blaming this on me, boy. You're the one who let me in, remember? Don't have anyone to blame but yourself."

[hextechdreamed]

@drownedrot liked for a small starter!

{⚙️}: Viktor had stopped in his tracks the moment he had caught sight of the man. His hand tightened around the handle of his crutch— the hidden compartment he knew held the vial of Shimmer he had just received from an... old friend of his. He could feel his heart in his throat as he spoke, “What are you doing here?”

[poisonedpowder]

@drownedrot​ asked:

“Who told you what was down here?”

II Meme II 

    Jinx nearly jumped when she heard his voice. Not because she was particularly scared of Silco anymore, but because she really had thought she had snuck down here without a single person spotting her. However, with her arm halfway into one of the crates and absolutely no way of hiding what she was up to, it was clear to her that she was not nearly as stealthy as she thought. 

    “--- Well, no one really tells me anything,” she started as she gingerly took her hand out of the crate filled with all sorts of weaponry that she certainly had no business sifting about in, though that did not stop her from keeping said hand behind her back with one of the smaller items secured within it. “I mean, unless it’s something like ‘sit there and don’t move’ or ‘stand there and don’t move’ or sometimes it’s just ‘don’t move!’ I can’t say I’m good at not moving, buuut when I am--- I get to hear a lot of things. Heh.”

[torntrutha]

Zaun  is  fun.    The  place  where  the  river  pirate  spends  some  profit,   but  not  where  she  makes  it.    She  fits  in  here  more,   with  her  unsettling,   sharp  smile  and  brash  attitude.    Who  would  have  ever  thought  that  she  actually  lives  in  the  rivers  of  Piltover?

“   No  offense,   man,   but  you  don’t  look  like  a  partier.   ”

lizzy  stride  starters     »     @drownedrot​ .

[aperfectjinx]

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Moments before she may have been worried. Worried that he might think less of her, leave her. Abandonment was always a fear, she was always ready to let go of anyone the second she met them, but not him.

A smile lights her face the moment that he touches her, glee dancing in her eyes as he sings her praises.

Protective. Loyal. Loved.

She nods along to those. He knew exactly what to say to pick her mood back up. She gasps at the turn of his sentence, chuckling as she lifts a hand from his to point a finger. “And do you clean your room?” She asks with a lifted brow.

@drownedrot

[elisethetraveller]

Continued from: drownedrot

❛ I've been told you're a healer of sorts. If thats so... I wish to speak with you. ❜

The mage saw many different people throughout her day. Children, adults, humans, nonhumans, even the occasional stray enforcer, but she was quite certain this was the first time someone like him had been to her humble clinic.

At his words she nodded, discarding the roll of bandages she had been preparing to give him her full attention. “Speak away.”

( @drownedrot )