#prtector

[essencefluxed]

@prtector sent: [ scars ] a gentle kiss on the partner's scar(s) / [ reunion ] a longing kiss shared after being apart for a while ( w-what if both ... )

The stars in the sky shined brightly; Ezreal’s gaze focused on the night sky; the movement of the water calm against the body of the ship he had been traversing on. He had just finished another expedition in Shurima; not without a few cuts and scars and bruises—but his excitement for his next destination was on the forefront of his mind rather then the minor injuries he had acquired. Sleeping was far out of the question—with the sun on the horizon as the ship got closer to the Targonian docks; hands gripped onto the boat’s ledge, propping himself up so he could see better; catching a glimpse of sparkling gems in the distance and a wide grin spreading upon his features.

“Excuuuse me! Sorry, well known adventurer, coming through!” Ezreal grunted between his words as he squished himself through and between the other passengers and started to unload themselves from the ship; being returned with shouts from said passengers, attempts to grab at him for being such a pest—but he managed to escape the ire of the others; shoes thunking loudly against the wooden ramp that lead him off of the ship as his excitement continued to bubble.

“Taric!” Laughter rumbled out of him; expression bright despite the tiredness in his eyes from not getting any sleep on his way here. In a blink of an eye, magic engulfed the blonde; the blue runes on his cheeks lighting up brightly, teleporting him from where he stood and closer to the bigger man; using the momentum to jump into Taric’s arms; caught by strong hands as Ezreal gave him little time to speak, lips pressing against those of the Aspect’s; gingerly, but flooding with the joyous emotions of a reunion between them and mixed with the longing Ezreal had for seeing Taric again. Gloved hands held onto the chiseled features of Taric’s face; grinning into the kiss that the adventurer had bestowed, pulling back several moments after; cheeks tinted hues of pink and red and arms moving to loosely wrap around his neck.

Ezreal could feel the gentle press against a small, yet noticeable scar on his jaw ( that was from nearly escaping a falling tomb—he’d tell Taric about that one later ) blue gaze blinking as nervous laughter erupted from him; cheeks flushing deeper as his gaze flickered back to the aspect, Ezreal swallowing thickly—suddenly a little embarrassed from his own sudden actions. But he was excited to see him. He missed Taric while he had been off doing his own thing—despite the winds of adventure taking him from place to place; he always had a need to come back home.

And his home, now—was Taric.

“Man, I gotta tell you everything—I found this ruby scarab after decoding some glyphs in Shurima—I have it on me; it’s something else!” Excitement continue to flood out of him before he finally managed to relax; sighing softly through his nose as his grin relaxed into a softer smile. “I really missed you, y’know.”

[tealbeats-archived]

The question he asked to the other was simple, but the answer he received was less the then interesting. A groan leaves him, his cheek meeting his palm as he leans against the wooden table; his free hand gently tapping his fingers idly against it.

“C’mon, there’s gotta be way more to it then that! You’ve got the best hair of anyone I know, man! I want something like that!” His lips purse into a faint pout before he gives off a gentle shrug, snorting softly.

“C’mon, my life isn’t that dangerous—“ Not like his parents lives were, anyway. His felt mundane in comparison, a yawn leaving the smaller as he sat up and leaned back in his seat; teal bangs swaying lightly in his face. He hums slightly in thought, foot anxiously tapping on the floor before he pauses at Taric’s next slew of words, cocking his head to the side.

“Wait—uh, really?” A precious thing—Ezreal couldn’t stop the colour rushing to his cheeks and he brought a hand to scratch the back of his head, gaze flickering to the side—was he flustered? Maybe a little. But for Ezreal, it wasn’t difficult to make him blush.

“Okay, okay—if you put it that way, I GUESS I can be a little careful…”

@prtector | con’t.

[axewhirl]

♦ for both Taric &. @pitgritted :)

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❝ that aspect guy? soothing... ❞

yes, it tears him apart to admit that much.

❝ settrigh... challenge. ❞

[skydarkin]

what a ridiculous question. the protector knew why he was here. it had to know.

a better question would have been why aatrox bothered to speak to the apect, why he was met with inquisition and not violence. the darkin wasn't absolutely sure of this himself ; logically, he should have struck the mortal vessel down before he even knew he was there. that was the wise thing to do, kill the god before he could be aware of the blade, spoke a voice in the back of aatrox's mind -- before he had the chance to retaliate, to seal us away again.

but this was the voice of a coward. this was fear, the cries of a panicked mind subjected to an eternity of torture. nothing terrified aatrox more than the thought of even a moment more of that suffocating nothingness, the crushing weight of a soul too powerful to be killed reduced to immaterial abstraction.

aatrox was a warrior, and he would face all of his enemies head on, even when fear wracked him to his very imprisoned soul. more than that, though, he needed to speak the words ; to ask, even if it fell upon deaf ears, what sense there was to his great suffering. perhaps he hoped that the protector would tell him that there was no reason, that the infaliable aspects of mount targon had made a mistake -- perhaps he needed to hear this, that his great and terrible sorrow would cease in the face of some catharsis, even if for a moment.

what a great and foolish hope.

aatrox inhales the cold air around him. he feels the shock as the icey breath fills his stolen lungs, and revels in the sensation of heat leaving his nostrils. it was a stolen, mockery of life, but a reminder nonetheless. he would let nothing take this from him again.

aatrox raises his great blade, the material reflection of his soul. though it carried the great weight of both iron and the terrible metaphor of its existence, the proud warrior bore it in a single hand, pointing the god-killing edge towards the protector's mortal vessel. when aatrox was sealed away, the aspect he had proudly represented ceased to be, becoming an unknowable, infathomable concept even to mortals who once worshipped him. by this blade, he would do the same to all of the gods of targon, until their great and proud lineage was nothing but ash to be worshipped by an extinct spieces.

how aatrox had missed war, mighty pantheon who faced him twice on the steppe of targon. that aspect cared little for his vessels, using them as mere puppets to focus his wrath. in this vessel, aatrox could see the sickening glow of humanity present behind its eyes. he could see judgement in those eyes, and he could see pity.

he would gouge them out before the vessel died, he decided.

" You know why I'm here, Protector -- " his voice was mighty, but in some subtle way it trembled, shaken by the depth of sorrow in aatrox's thought. " -- and you know that you will die, along with the rest of the world. Be grateful ; Though I will kill the world you love so much, you won't live to see it die. " @prtector

[essencefluxed]

@prtector

“Well, yeah, but I haven’t even seen much of Targon! What’s wrong with a little adventure, huh? Buuuut…I guess I should dressed warmer.” There’s a soft sigh of relief as he felt warm hands grip gently onto his shoulders, Ezreal keeping himself from leaning into the touch far too much as he felt the warmth seem through cold leather to his skin. He doesn’t question it, allowing Taric to guide him from the cliff side and to safety ( god forbid he falls off the cliff and breaks something—or worse. You know, if he doesn’t blink in time). He remains close in hopes to keep warm, a soft sigh leaving his nose as he looks out into the distance for a brief moment before bringing his focus back to the taller man, perhaps staring a little too long before snapping out of it and a grin breaking out into his features again.

“Besides! When have I ever turned my nose up at an adventure, huh? I thought I’d do some sight seeing and…you’re not that hard to find, anyway—y’know?” Lying through his teeth—he had nearly gotten lost in the snow; and if it weren’t for Taric finding him ( lucky for Ezreal, he was who he was looking for, anyway ), he probably would have been dead. Maybe? He’s been through worse ( sort of ).

Gloved hand pats one of the warm hands on his shoulders but stays—not moving away so it could suck up any warmth from the taller, head leaning back to look at Taric; blue eyes peering from his hood and his cheeks tinted red from the cold. Too bad he couldn’t be an Aspect like Taric—but that thought did remind him of something he had heard in Ixtal before…He’d ask about it later.

“I was actually kinda wondering…Those Targonian crystals you know so much about…Do you know where I could find any?” A pause. “Thats—not the only reason I’m here! I really wanted to see you, but—I just thought maybe I’d take a little something when I eventually leave, y’know? We could always talk about that later…I wanted to catch up, anyway. With all the running around I do, I don’t get a chance to stay in touch with lotta people.”

[altarfates]

"Don't be cruel. It's not your fault." ( from Taric ! i looked at your roster of muses and its genuinely difficult to choose ... so any you would like !! )

Humiliation burns in him, a baleful fire which left his heart an incandescent wound. With his scythe planted in the malleable earth and his arms resting across his knees there was something ambivalent about him; as if he were unable to decide where to direct his ire. As there was nothing penitent about the noxians he could justify leveling it towards them, an instinctive violence indicative of a weapon; which he was. Pain, however, tethers him to this moment, leaving him unable to recede into the shadows as he yearns to, reduced to that steady cadence which reminds him how he was irrefutably human. The consequence of his restless pursuit of conflict was moments such as this where his muscles keened before faltering and he was inevitably condemned to excruciating hours of recuperation.                                 ❝  Don't be cruel. It's not your fault.  ❞ It had been an off-handed remark but Kayn hadn’t expected this answer, with all of this intolerable stillness abrading on his patience his reply sounded accusatory. “ Is that really what you think ?” between the tongues of serpentine fire he appraises the other, side-long and wary, preparing for an unavoidable confrontation. As one raised by war he believed this to be true; no compassion came without cost and there were few places left where kindness did not equate to danger. He was awaiting the moment that this encounter became sour, reminding himself of his proximity to his weapon and counting the seconds it would take to reach for it. “ Who should I blame then ?” 

[agonizedembrace]

hugs you ! Mwa MWAH MWAH !!! I know i said this already, but happy birthday !! ily han !! You’ve been such a silly and kind friend !! I love your content and evelynn sm …

WA.. thank you this is really sweet and brought a smile to my face

i really needed this today

[knightfeared]

*Send 💕 and my muse will use The Love Calculator to see how compatible they are. 📨 ➤  @prtector  [ ; ]  💕 i'm curious what result the site would give you versus mine , honestly.

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𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘, 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐒. Looking down, he hums, golden gaze thinning, before it lifts again with a sheepishly offered look. ❝ Well, not very compatible . . . But on the bright side? I’m 90% sure it’s not all that accurate, so hey, who knows, maybe there’s a chance we could get along. ❞

Who really knew. For now, he’d choose to be optimistic. Though he didn’t know all that much about the other save for what he’s been told directly, Taric was nothing but kind & honest so far. Nothing’d given him a good enough reason to doubt him or his intentions. So until something did come up?

Flashing the other a more confident, more sure grin, Jayce’s attention turns back down to the results, fingers fidgeting with the corner of the page before he starts to fold it up in some nonchalant dismissal.

❝ Guess only time’ll tell though, right? ❞