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[cravingcoconutredbull]

WIP Wednesday What Day is It?

Spooky Edition (the world ending counts as spooky right??)

I was tagged by the lovely @sorrygoldfish :)

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[vegaspetesupremicy]

When I watched ep 14 I thought Pete got shot 🥲

[fuckedupcleric]

well well well. if it isn't the consequences of my actions.

[nido-emojis]

S... Smug K/ller Sans emoji? 👀

queued!

[unpopularmovement]

Man I worked out yesterday the first time in forever and now my legs ache

[everlastiingiimmortals]

"What can one do in the face of such monumental loss but breathe a weary sigh, for the world is a little quieter now." / from Fu Xuan

Inbox Call. | @shrineofprophecy

Monumental... "Indeed." The Stellaron Crisis was by no means their most deadly conflict, but a loss is a loss all the same, no matter how great or small. Yukong in particular would be feeling the weight of this loss. Thirty years of peace in the aftermath of the Third Abundance War feels both like a lifetime and the span of a single breath: long enough for the wounds to heal, too short for the scars to fade.

In the moment Jing Yuan glances down at Fu Xuan, their eyes meet. Divination takes quite the toll on the performer's mind, but he wonders if she has ever wished to divine anything from him. In a world where seemingly everything and yet nothing at all about him is presented to the public on a silver platter, how many times has she wanted to scry into his memories? Predict the path of his future? Has she ever considered trying? What monumental losses would she find? Would she be horrified by what she'd see? Ashamed? ...Disgusted?

She was born long after the Sedition. What she knows of him, of them, is through legend and official records alone. ...That is to say, she knows nothing. She knows of Imbibitor Lunae, the culprit. She knows of Blade, the accomplice. She knows of Jingliu, the sinner. Does she know of Dan Feng, the healer? Does she know of Yingxing, the star? Does she know of Jingliu, the teacher? Does she know of Baiheng, the hero, the victim, the innocent? Even he is not sure. And if what she knows is all they are, culprit, accomplice, sinner, traitor; then what is he? She has criticized him for his violations enough as it is -- if she were to learn more, learn of the rings beneath his shirt and the strings he pulled to save Dan Heng and the grief he holds for the skeletons in the Luofu's closet, how would she see him? A traitor as well? A tragedy?

...Does it matter?

"Diviner Fu," he says instead, "you have worked hard during my recovery. Please get some rest; you have more than earned it."

The starskiffs drift peacefully overhead, and he can almost imagine them to be the little paper boats he would set afloat in Fyxestroll Garden's waters while he was young, the assurance of four bodies and banter beside him. The Luofu would be full of tears tonight.

What a monumental loss.

[waywardsculs-a2]

haha fuck that reply got me tearing up asdjknsdf

[axewhirl]

“Please, I can’t lose you.” [base, maybe to a Draven she thinks is still inconscious?]

the injured and the healers.

everything is covered by a thick fog. sometimes it all goes pitch black. drifting between two realms, imprisoned within his own body. whenever the noxian feels the world around him again, none of his muscles will move. he can only hear the ongoing turmoil.

draven kept dancing with death. it would not be the first or last time. or else he cannot feel himself live. not even qiyana could temper his sanguine attitude wholy.

once more, the world vanishes. his heart still beats, but his body lays on muddled ground. fists fully relaxed, traces of fingers dinging into dirt are still present. that's how he had been found before being brought in a bed, nursed back to health.

best efforts were taken to tend to the executioner. while the relief of life still flowing through him was there, the rest remained uncertain. with no other immediate ideas on how to attempt dragging him out of his forced slumber, his caretakers allowed a bit of privacy before they'd return.

they knew qiyana deserved at least a moment with just him.

and he heard her voice. whether he dreamt it or she truly was there. he heard only a few words, had no clue how long she had been there. the answer likely was 'always'. in that brief moment of cognizance, draven attempts to reach out. arm heavy, digits seek the faintest touch, if barely moving at all.

can she even see or hear him back in his own world? the corner of his lips subtly crook as he still clings to the mortal realm. a crushing weight hinders him. yet, the intent to answer to the princess' pleas remain. he's sure of it, he is one inch away from grasping on her.

that breath is far from his last. life would not yet be reaped from his body by the wolf so soon. not as long as there is fight in him.

he will stay.