#lostsonofthedesert

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“Shurima is like a hot version of Freljord! I can actually like this place... Wow, so many stuff i don’t know”

The Shuriman capital was chaotic and crowded likt the Freljordian one, especially the marketplace, filled with foreign scents of spices, flowers, foods, and vibrant colors of the cloth merchants

‘Fresh daters! Figs! Come on now, have a dater! I bet you aren’t from here, i’m offering you one’

Artica couldn’t say no, she bought twelve right after because she found them amazing. The man was also kind enough to point her to the Great Library, the place where almost all knowledge was collected.  “Avarosa beannas duit, deirfiúr... Ahhhmm i meant: Avarosa bless you, kind sir. Avarosa is like, the Sun Disc to Shurima, haha... Thanks anyway!” Artica took a moment to have a good look and buy a few more treats for herself, and finally headed towards the Library. The inside was like being in a totally different world, quiet and peaceful, with many people discussing and reading with a lower voice tone. “Wow.” She murmured, taking one of the books and turning the pages, the letters were like meaningless symbols to her, it was very difficult to read for her, being a humble farmer girl... “... F... Fi... eld... Field. R... Oh what the hell is this, Ri... Uuugh. Damnit.”

[noxian-rose]

--- BARE FEET TREAD THROUGH the blistering sands of the Shuriman desert , her skin scarred and dried from the dusty winds and the scorch of the sun ; but nevertheless LeBlanc persisted through the journey . The execution had taken a toll on her magic far more than she had anticipated , and a further toll on her true form ; even now her fingers couldn't help but caress the base of her neck with half a mind to think that she would be lacking a head the moment she reached further upward . Her execution had been swift and with it came her inevitable exile ; though the former was more willing than the latter for certain . The trails of her cloth bandages dragged on behind her , ( it was the best she could do to cease the bloodflow of the wounds surrounding her chest ) and feet sinking deeper into the dunes --- burning and charring at the tissue . She hisses in quiet pain , never once letting a moan of agony slip past her chapped lips . 

She was still a Matron , even in her plight . 

 It had been nearly days since the events that took place  , and only now did Emilia find herself finally nearing the steps of Shurima's grand library . LeBlanc shed the hood of her cloak , letting her hair be rustled by the slight breeze that coursed through the desert afternoon as she approached , steps coming quicker and closer . Bloodied fingers would only reach for the ring atop of the door , banging it against the aged stone as hard as she could , eyes squeezing shut at the clanging sound it would make against the door . She hoped he would answer .  .   .

@lostsonofthedesert

[starthieve]

❛ There are ways of dying that don’t end in funerals. Types of death you can’t smell. ❜

personalized starters ask meme / / @lostsonofthedesert

her heart aches as she heard him speak , crumbling & cracking in ways she couldn’t imagine to feel for herself even when their eyes don’t meet . soraka keeps her fingertips at the edges of her saucer but she scarcely wishes to let the smooth clay touch her lips , not when he withered away before her. 

❛ i died too ,  once . in a time not too long ago . ❜  she whispers. the starchild raises her eyes to meet his & musters a forgotten ember of warmth within her heart to move her hand over his own. she did not expect any form of reciprocation from him , but the need to hold &  feel him was something she knew they both yearned. 

Needed even. 

❛ you begin to ease yourself through it as time goes by , i believe . but you are not alone either nasus.  ❜  soraka lets the foreign caress of a smile paint her face & chuckles.

❛  i’m here . ❜