#luminous lady

[virtuous-dignity]

Knuckles rap against the melon in her hand as eyes close and she takes in the sound - dull, muddy, perfect. Her seafoam gaze regards Vincent with warmth, returning the old man's smile. She is not an uncommon sight in the merchant’s quarter, amidst those who hawk their wares. Not an uncommon sight at all as she passes two gold coins over for a winter gourd that is worth only one.

“Pay it forward again, eh Miss?” Always, she replies with a graceful dip of her head, their arrangement now well-understood. She turns on a heel and makes for her exit, only for that gaze to find a head of blonde in her way. Ah, this stature, this could only be her, was it not...?

“Luxanna Crownguard, yes?” With the spoils of her own shopping trip under one shoulder, she twists and dances out of the way, almost floating as she gives the woman room to peruse the melon cart. The message is scrawled on the bottom of a shopping list, item after item scratched out. It seemed her ‘Winter Gourd’ was near-last on the list. Her instrument of lore is strapped tight to her back, as out of the way as such a behemoth can be.

@luminous-lady //

[fatebreaking-a]

Here it ends. No one’s going to shed a tear.

Sona pulls her hood tighter around her head, fidgeting with her harpwire bracelets. Her drab cloak conceals her from the casual eye, but not better than night’s veil - As she is often happy to teasingly say, The night knows me by name. It hides her, turns her into a ghost, as her fingers trail over abandoned buildings.

This isn’t what you wanted, was it? This couldn’t have been what you had in mind.

She remembers clearly the horror and the fear of her early days. Monstrous entity that she was, monster living among mortals. The burning smell is one she can’t forget. The anger, the rage, the fury from predators upon prey. She pulls her cloak tighter and moves on, clutching the clasp by her chest - a small comfort to the pain that echoes from every empty room of every empty home.

But here it is, and no one sheds a tear.

Things were so much worse now. Things had gotten so much worse. On one hand, a rebellion fueled by century-long grief. On the other, fear and blind justice. And in the middle, carelessly forgotten, were her beloved lost causes. Everyone who didn’t have a side. Didn’t get to choose. Forgotten, miserable wretches.

Like her.

And she might understand, she could understand. The fear, the horror, the century of twisted tradition. That it is not a matter of personal failure, but the injustice of the world and its rules. They are not bad, they are not evil, they are just afraid. But she is in the middle of a ruined building, she looks around at vitriol born from fear, and it is hard to remember. All these traditions that separate family from family, neighbor from neighbor, she feels it rip into her more than ever before.

And she feels something else.

Someone else.

Sona lunges immediately, drawing her jian and moving to shove whoever this is into the nearest wall, her sword to their throat.

@luminous-lady . //

[justicewinged]

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Send me ♥ and I’ll write some positivity for a blog that I follow. - [x]

FIRST OFF pretty much my best bro here @burden-and-truth -- Omega and I have been rping for almost 2 years now and over our time we’ve gone SO FAR in all that time. Gone from me totally saying “mehh, idk about gar x quinn” to the longest-running rp thread series in the history of this blog. Dude, legit. You’re so great.

Next up is the sweetest rp partner I have? @luminous-lady is so great? she’s only here sporadically but she and I have super amazing threads together that all make me feel SO MANY THINGS. They’re so fab and the mun listens so much. 

@askthebladesshadow -- ROUGE BUDDY YOU’RE GREAT, like FINALLY a Talon who can be a rival and also ally ourselves with each other for a time?? Like that’s the best (and arguably only) way to do it, because it isn’t as if Quinn has a blind hatred for anyone. Rivals who are essentially frienemies are so fun!!! Also you’re so good at writing? And your lore knowledge is good? Duuude

I’m also going to tag @on-cerulean-wings because despite everything going down, Cassidy is pretty alright. We think on similar wavelengths, and we were thinking about doing an April Fools thing where her blog defaults to Valor and mine was just Quinn? Then there’s like the whole fact that she straight up wants to help me fly my best man down from Calgary? Like??? She just offered the money and didn’t even want me to do the art? I literally had to fight for it???

[prodigal-ezreal]

The slow crawl of the tip of her fingers became more an more relaxing the more she did it, and while Lux kept her gloves on like usual, he could still feel her nails gently passing through golden locks. The movement must be making a mess of his carefully put together hair, but he can’t bring himself to care when it feels that good.

“Ah well, I am sure I could make some exceptions.” His voice turns deeper by the end of the phrase, but he does not look up to her like he would to put the cherry on top his flirtations and wink. No, that’d mean her risking her hand pulling away. “So Lux, count yourself lucky for being part of that exclusive club. Tell me, how do you like it? Is it as soft as it looks?”

@luminous-lady

[the-economics-of-death-blog]

❝Will you be quiet now?❞ [ ahahahahslgkjdfhg ]

[Send “Will you be quiet now?” For my muses reactions to yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them]

Talon raised an eyebrow, although he did not move for several moments. Finally, he slipped away to the side, uncaring if she fell toward the wall or not. There was a bemused smirk on his lips. 

“If you wanted a kiss, you could have always just asked.”

[ekkq]

@luminous-lady​

     Ekko’s habit of waking up at ridiculously early hours in the morning was a bit of an acquired taste that started with his INVENTION of time travel. He’d always felt like over-sleeping was a sure way to waste hours of the day, but now that he truly understood what that meant, it seemed that he rarely allowed himself to rest too much... UNLESS he did it over at Ezreal’s. Yes, somehow it seemed that the only place where he always managed to get some much needed sleep was Ezreal’s home. Actually, his presence alone was often enough to get him to relax and let go. Those walls of his were weight he didn’t need whenever the two of them were together...

      Today was one of such days. He'd stayed for the night and it looked like Ekko woke to an empty bed. Well, not really. Ezreal HAD been there and he had told him where he was going, but Ekko hadn’t been awake enough to care. “Well, then.” Ekko said when he finally mustered the strength to get out of bed. He put on some sweatpants and ventured into the kitchen and, after making some coffee, sat by Ezreal’s kitchen table enjoying the faint sounds of the city he’d always despised.

      Ekko’s mind drifted away almost instantly, and it would have stayed like that for a very long time had he not been surprised by a knock on the door. He smiled to himself, already walking towards the sound. “Did you REALLY forget the ke-” The second he pulled the knob, his smirk died out. The blond standing on the other side of the door was NOT the one he had expected. “... And you are?” Ekko would ask, squinting and crossing his arms over his bare chest, further emphasizing his hostile tone.

[ask-hextechjanna]

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I’ve been thinking about that ship a lot recently. Not sure why. SG Janna and SG Lux helps a lot LOL. I’m kinda ticked that they changed Janna’s lore b/c I had a lot of headcanons for their friendship… but yeah. I agree wholeheartedly – mixed feelings on love triangles tbh! ;__; but… imagining Lux & Janna being like ‘oh forget this’ and then ending up together somehow is kinda cute to me? LOL

O. I thought most people started shipping lux with jinx after SG came out, and i was so ticked that the lore change got rid of their friendship. As long as we’re going the korrasami route we also need someone to be ikki and no filter blurt out the crush thing LOL

[ladybuvelle]

💔

💔 - A memory that leaves them feeling lonely

When you’re very very young, life seems very very simple. Babies can’t do more than babble and cry anyway, so toddler life wasn’t so bad for Sona. She got plenty of attention since she couldn’t cry and was almost always attended to by one of the matrons. And the other young children she’d sit with for play time, stacking carved pieces of wood and playing with soft, sewn things, would play with her as any babies play. Babbling and arm flailing and exploring things with their hands and putting everything in their mouths.

These memories are so vague though. More like dreams now than real events that had happened. It’s not until she could stand up and hold onto the edges of door frames and low tables that things began to change. It’s not until the other children she grew up with started talking. Words. Sounds. Something tells her she should be able to do it, too.

It’s not as if a mute is born understand that they’re mute. Human instinct tells even the smallest child to eat, to sleep, to be afraid or upset. And though she can cry and tears fall down her red little face and her mouth is open wide and gasping, no sound comes.

The matrons start watching her less. She’s a “big girl” now. She doesn’t even need to hold onto things to walk anymore. Time passes and Sona learns to hold her chopsticks, to use a potty by herself, to wash her own face. Every small step of independence makes it so she doesn’t need the constant attention anymore...

And it’s lonely. She’s too young to even know that word yet, and hasn’t even learned to read or write, but already the feeling sits at the bottom of her lungs and it’s all she can do to try and cough it out. It wasn’t their fault. The women working at the orphanage were doing the best they could to care for the children; to keep them warm and fed and provide at least the most basic education they could. Reading and writing was a bit of a luxury. But how else would Sona communicate?

She certainly didn’t know. And in that unknowing, in that confusion and loneliness, that’s when she first began to realize she would never be like the others.