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[judicandum]

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“It does not hurt to wish someone well,” Kayle murmurs, and one gentle golden hand lifts to stroke over Valor’s feathers gently with a soft chuckle, fingers ruffling underneath his wings and smoothing down a stray tuft of brilliant blue. “I apologize. I would - it is hard for me to...maintain a correctly relative perception of time as it passes. I was away longer than I meant to be.”

[shurima-demigod]

‘ where does it hurt? ’ (from: iimprobus-ille)

* hurt prompts  @iimprobus-ille

“I think that should be obvious.  Just pull out the spear.”

Noxians had threatened the border again, so Nasus had gone to take care of them.  Then, he got careless.  Now, he was irritated, tired, and bloody.  What he would to just get rid of all the grime.

Or a drink.  That would certainly settle his irritation.

[mountain-maker]

@iimprobus-ille Demacia, a kingdom of noble warriors of legends, and architecture only rivaled by the ancient Shurimans. A shining diamond in the middle of valleys and mountains, peaceful, but restless, always on the edge for something odd to happen. That ‘something’ had come, in the form of the Demigod walking the streets, seemingly without direction, taking in the sights and every once in a while looking at a basalt tablet, apparently etched by himself. As much as one would think he was lost, or just appreciating the view, Ornn was  taking his time walking to his destination, letting others see that he had arrived. Despite not liking attention, he needed to outfit the Heroes of this Age for what was to come, and hunting them down one by one would be a nightmare. Moving targets were always a pain to track down and talk to. To make others see he existed, that he had left his Forge, hopefully would attract those he was looking for to come to him. But he already had one in mind, and by all he knew, she should be resting there. Knocking on the door to the Barracks, he made a simple question to the soliders that answered, staring at the stone tablet to make sure he got her name right right. “Where can I find... Quinn?”

[judicandum]

"I swear if Valor is near her again I'll- I knew it." Quinn was looking for Valor all day, only to find him flying near the all familiar woman "I'm never leaving my windows open again," she said under her breath, looking up at the flying woman "Long time no see, I guess..." (iimprobus-ille)

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Kayle simply tips her head to the side, regarding the Demacian with a quiet chuckle before dropping to allow her feet to brush the ground, Valor following cheerfully behind. “I suppose it has been a while. Hello again.”

[judicandum]

Quinn looked up towards the angel-like being, her golden cold eyes trying to see if what they see is but a lie "In all my life I never once thought I'd see an angel." their voice was tainted with 'uncaring' and 'depressing' tones and was an unhealthy mixture of both. (from: iimprobus-ille)

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She turns, humming thoughtfully at the sight of the shorter woman and her companion. “I am aware I am unexpected,” she replies slowly, and holds out one gauntleted hand for Valor to examine if he pleases, curious. What a flamboyant shade of blue. “But you are just as much a surprise to me.”

[shurima-demigod]

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❛   Watch your tone, otherwise, you’ll get another spear stuck in you,  ❜ she said, observing the wound. They sure did get him good.  ❛   I’m not going to bullshit you, this will probably hurt like hell, so brace yourself,   ❜  and without another word, she pulled on the spear, taking it out, blood squirting around as she did. She did not hold back. She looked at the wound  ❛   You’re going to need stitches for this, stand still,   ❜ she said, getting out a needle and some string from her bag.  ❛   Next time don’t be stupid and careless, otherwise, I won’t be here to treat your ass when you get wounded,   ❜ while sounding rude, Quinn just wanted this over with. She put the needle to Nasus’s skin ❛   Ready?   ❜

His grunt was loud, hand flying up to his shoulder as he covered the bloody wound.  Sunlight streamed from overhead as he waved her off.

“No need for that.  Look.”

He pulled his hand down to revealed the wound already scabbed over, browning at a rapidly rate.  Within a few seconds, he flicked the scab, revealing pink skin under it, the scar receding before the sun’s rays.

“Sunlight heals Ascended, along with the Sun Disk,” he said, looking down at the patch of fur that was regrowing at an accelerated rate.  “No need for the bandage.”

[shurima-demigod]

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That’s his daughter.

Whenever Quinn gets missions in Shurima, Nasus made a point of marking out every oasis and Shuriman outpost.  Though she may think otherwise, he does care for her.

[shurima-demigod]

💬 (from iimprobus-ille) (if you still take these)

This is gonna be the last one I take for this prompt.  @iimprobus-ille

send my muse 💬 to learn one thing they wish they could tell you

“I wish you could see more to your life than you do.  You suffered through much and you turned your back on the world.  There are still people here who are more than willing to accept you- myself included.  You do not have to spurn them all for the few who wronged you.”