#khada-in-prada

[multiiiplicity]

BARING HIS TEETH, ZED SHOT HIS EYES UP AT THE MASKED KILLER. He forced himself to sit up, palm clad black fabric pressing down against the wound that refused to cease its bleeding. His mask dissolved into a small cloud of black smoke to reveal a pained yet furious expression.

“I can only be T R U L Y beautiful once you put me down.” He hissed, snapping his teeth at Jhin’s direction.

ZED DID HIS BEST TO REMAIN COMPOSED JUST E N O U G H TO PREVENT THE SHADOWS FROM EMITTING OUT HIS BODY, TO PREVENT HIS EYES FROM GLOWING A NEON RED.

HE HEAVED, refusing to tear his gaze from Jhin to glance down at his wound. He knew the blood was seeping from between his fingers, painting his silvery nikote and leash chain a glistening red.

“Kill me Jhin. Finish what you’ve started!”

HE WAS TRYING TO LOCK EYES WITH HIM, TO CAPTURE HIM IN HIS GAZE. MAINTAIN EYE-CONTACT.

IT WAS HIS ONLY CHANCE TO SURVIVE THIS.

@khada-in-prada​

[20ways-tokillsomeone]

Zed twists his nose.

“I am attracting multiple Jhins, something is definitely not okay.”

[mord-ist-kunst]

CONT. @khada-in-prada

One thing was for certain; Stefano was no longer in Union, but he couldn’t tell if he was no longer inside STEM. The startled boy before him was a stranger he hadn’t met during his screening process, nor did he see him while in Union... definitely not when everything went to shit, when the Core went missing.

“Missing”. When Theodore’s plan was set in motion, that is.

Still, Stefano was a man of etiquette, and simply barging in on someone while they were in their own home was considered rude, so the artist did his best to wear his friendliest smile as he approached the boy, slowly...his own dagger and camera lowered as one would lower their weapons to not indicate they were a potential threat.

“My name is Stefano.” Accented words rolled off his tongue calmly. “And I appear to be a little lost...I do not know how I got here I’m afraid.”

He could tell the boy was nervous. The discarded dagger on the floor could be indicative of many things, but for some reason or other Stefano felt he could connect with the stranger...find some mutual understanding.

“I would very much appreciate it if you told me your name and where it is I apparently...landed. For lack of a better fitting term?”

[sun-scorned]

@khada-in-prada

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Rhaast has learned not to ask too many questions at other peoples’ sudden generosity. Sometimes they would ramble about enormous cosmic reasons he couldn’t possible understand, and sometimes their reasons ended up being terrible. He’s tempted to grab the bag and immediately exit, but that would be rude probably. So he just grabs the bag.

“Thank you. I don’t know why you’re doing this, but the important thing is that you are. I..look forward to using it?”

That sounds about right.

[specterssanctum]

🍓ówò

||  Spooky Praise  ||

     { 👏 I’ve probably told you this on the discord server, but your portrayal of Jhin makes me really hella gay. You write beautifully and I really hope we can do more stuff with our boys soon :3c   also your BM Jhin should stop mine from pampering Malice’s Pyke before things get out of hand   }

[multiiiplicity]

@khada-in-prada @perfect-fourth @interitu 

This is Zed and Jhin every single day.

[multiiiplicity]

@khada-in-prada

ZED SHARPLY EXHALED, running the tips of his fingers along the silk of his kimono. It was custom made and tailored specifically for special occasions - though he admitted he never thought this would be one of them. The robes were shiny and black for the most part, with a red the color of his eyes when they glowed as trimmings and small patterns along the sleeves and the bottom part of the outfit. It was all lined in golden threads and a flashy obi.

ONCE HIS FINGERS REACHED DOWN TO THE LONG SLEEVES, he tucked both his arms into the other’s sleeve and glanced around his shoulder. He’s hoped that Jhin has gotten his letter and haven’t decided to ignore the invite and leave him to hang dry.

WHILE HIS EYES SCANNED THE CROWD Zed raised amber-colored hues to the sky, watching the pink, purple and orange hues darken as evening was falling upon Ionia. He would give Jhin until the last paper lantern was to be lit before he would conclude he won’t be arriving and leave.

[multiiiplicity]

“A single day. A S I N G L E day you wouldn’t have survived in the Noxian hound’s kennels!”

@khada-in-prada​