#fatesfall

[thelightofdemacia]

starter for @fatesfall bc we can that’s why

She had no words to explain how nervous Ahri could make her feel with just one look. Taller? Check. Beautiful-er? Check. Very VERY intimidating? Triple check. Now imagine trying to lie to her. But against all odds, that’s exactly what she did.

“I--- have no clue of where he could be”, she mumbled, her voice shaky and her fingers fidgety. She was a real pro at lying, and she confirmed the fact by shooting glances at the door of her closet over and over again. Master of deceit, that’s who she was, judging by her sweaty palms and her constant tugging at the ends of her hair. And the glances. “H-- Have you tried asking Poppy? She--”, a soft cough, “-- she keeps track of everyone better than I do”

[essence-flux-primed]

✧— “Is it Twister night already?”

[expirator]

"why did you do it? for power? revenge? it was once your home as well."

“I had a vision.” Zed paces around her, his boots sifting through the reeds as he steps in and out of the foliage. “That was more important than a home. Than a family.”

It was a vision that he could not accomplish, hindered as he was under that roof. He had suffered years of dwelling in the shadows, overlooked, unrecognized. Toiling away, day and night, trying to be the best student he could be, hadn’t resulted in anything. Kusho never acknowledged him apart from the rest. He could never stand apart from everyone else. Especially Shen.

And what did that lead to, when they came across the most dangerous criminal in Ionian history?

They didn’t listen to him. Zed told him to slit his throat, and end the Golden Demon’s life there. Instead, the man was placed behind bars and left to languish in Zhyun. Or so Master Kusho thought.

Kusho was wrong. The Kinkou were wrong. And Zed was determined to burn those bridges, start over, and do things the right way. His way. If turning his back on them was the cost, then it was a small price to pay.

“Do you dare talk to me about a home that was once mine?” he asks, the hint of a snarl curling up in his voice. “Do you think of condemning me, when you have followed the path my life has taken with every step you take?”

[feycharm]

fatesfall said: New phone, who’s this?

essence-flux-primed said: damn I can’t believe I’m about to throw down with the ugliest guardian of all

fortunesfall said: This is why I preferred talking to Xayah 

[arrowdeft-a]

@fatesfall replied to your post: the urge to revive kat is strong. I was bored, and...

bring mommy kat back

you’re cancelled.

[essence-flux-primed]

every hour on the hour ahri texts ezreal to ask where he is and sarah sends a picture of a gun

[essence-flux-primed]

@fatesfall wants 80,000 starters, I guess.

✧— Has he mentioned lately how pretty Lux is? No? Well, it’s not like anyone on his team would understand anyway. Soraka, maybe, but no one else. Anyway, so her eyes twinkle like starlight, and her mouth is...

     “——— Aaahh!” He lets out a very unflattering yelp before clapping a hand over his mouth. He must cut quite an odd figure, sneaking into his own bedroom at night, but that’s what he’s doing. Anyway, it was for a good cause! The very important cause of seeing Lux. “Uh, hey Ahri! You ... been waiting long?”

[essence-flux-primed]

@fatesfall wants 80,000 starters,  I guess.

✧— How should he put this? Ezreal’s still new to the whole Star Guardian deal, so he’s a little ... rough around the edges. He mastered flying like he was born to do it (and really, Ezreal often feels like he was), but the whole fighting thing is ... not his forte. It sure seems like it at the time, but afterwards when he’s shuffling around the house with a bruise on his leg so swollen that it hurts to walk, or a burn on his shoulder so intense that he only wears a shirt for the sake of Soraka (and sometimes even that won’t motivate him). 

     So what he’s saying is that he was on the couch first and he’s finally found a position that doesn’t hurt, so it seems a little rude to come over and demand to sit where his legs are. They’re sensitive! “Can’t you, like ... watch your show somewhere else? Tomorrow, maybe?” He tugs the pillow up over his mouth, trying to look at once likeable and pleading enough for her to take pity on him. ”It’s so warm here...”