#poor talon

[iconoclast-xayah]

"Smoke it...? So, it's like an herb. I see." Talon pulled the plant from the roots. "I wonder what effects it can heal."

"You gotta dry it up before you use it. It takes awhile, smoking that one wont do much. But lucky for you I have some already prepared." She dug a hand into her bag to pull out a smaller bag, and a carved bone pipe. Xayah stop being a bad influence.

[askdragonbladetalon]

[closed RP] nightmares

@bloodforvlad

He’s in that state of not-quite-awake, with eyes rolled back and chest heaving. His nightclothes are soaked through with sweat.

Talon will feel a strike, then another, then another, as certain as through someone had flogged him. Vlad’s powers, lashing out, imprinting pain - remembered pain? Reflexive strikes? - but then the hemomancer himself throws himself to sit, his claws slashing the air, his hair plastered to his skin, a wild, wide-eyed mess. He pants, and shudders, and for a moment he almost starts to sob.

It takes a moment, a long moment, where he finally accepts he is in his bedroom, that he is awake, that he was merely dreaming. Then he slowly turns, and fixes a gaze on Talon that is horrified.

He’s been seen. His nightmares are known. He chokes on the foul taste of shame and presses his lips together, expression shifting to fury and incredulity.

Pain. Pain. The familiar slicing agony of a whip striking over his back, sending his body lurching forwards. The manacles bite into his wrists with each lash, toes scraping against the stone to leave bloody smears behind. He can’t breathe for the scream swelling up in his throat, can’t scream for the blood in his mouth that’ll chokes him with every gasped breath-- “You’re safe,” Talon says, fingers curling over the carved foot of the bed. He’s talking to Vlad, or himself, he isn’t sure. He isn’t in Demacia, he’s in Noxus, he’s safe. He isn’t -- whatever’s happening, he isn’t in Demacia. If Vlad is angry, he can deal with that. He’s safe. And so is Vlad. His eyes fix on Vlad but they aren’t quite seeing him. Not yet. He swallows hard, knuckles white from how tightly he’s holding the wood. He breathes and this time. he tastes air instead of blood. “You’re safe,” he says again, and this time his words are a little steadier, as close to gentle as Talon can be. “You’re safe, Vladimir. Whatever’s happened is over.”

[i-main-talon]

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[crypticblossom]

Big teefs.

(wow tumblr thanks for killing the quality as always)

[cloakandtalon]

Licks his face. Repeatedly.

Insert the loudest groan to ever escape a humans mouth. “Not like this!”

[cloakandtalon]

Climbs into a box to hide. Gets stuck and mewls unhappily.

Loud exhausted sigh. “I’m going to buy new locks for this fucking house.” He reaches into the box and pulls her out. “Damn it Nidalee..”

[cloakandtalon]

2scared4league replied to your post: 2scared4league asked:Gess ho dis ...

// Guess who this is, Miss Fortune, How ya doing Talon? Up for some boots? I still have no Gangplank around.

(I understand now, but talon has to deal with mf talking that way and he’s trying to decipher it)

[blades-diplomat]

drink Gragas under the table

“...Would you like to run that by me again?  I don’t think anyone could out drink that alcoholic demon even if they wanted to.  It’s a death wish to anyone who is even willing to try.”