#raedmaen

[zaunfather]

tea time…what a foreign concept for you. to take out time in your day to simply…/enjoy/ a cup of tea. in zaun, you had no time for tea. but as a professor of the academy…having time was a strange concept as well. it was a luxury few could afford. and yet, you find yourself in the kiramman house, standing in front of three paintings, of three different women. three different generations. with a cup of tea in your hand.

you had been waiting for cassandra, not entirely sure what her schedule entails for the day, when the doors open and she strides in. how easy it must be for her to hold her chin up high. " i would say welcome ... but i do not live here. thank you for inviting me to your home. it's beautiful. i find piltover architecture so fascinating. tell me, who are the women on your walls ? my curiosity is getting the better of me these days.

@raedmaen

[hexcrsd]

@raedmaen: ❝ i know we don’t always agree and i know i can be unkind, but … you know you’re family, right? ❞ :”)

family was not a word he'd use to describe his relationship with the kiramman's, considering them more as business partners, one that the two scientists depend on for funding, so it takes him by surprise to hear cassandra consider him as one of them. if they had said it to jayce, he'd understand. they'd known each other longer, been on closer terms with one another, befriended their daughter. but saying it to him? he's not sure how to feel about it. it leaves him at a loss for words for a moment, before he offers a small polite smile and a slight nod. he doesn't want to say that he doesn't feel the same way out loud. ❝ i appreciate that, thank you. ❞

[bitch-mittxns]

“those bastards, if i take my hands on them.” / from raedmaen ❤️

Hunched  over  ,  huffing  and  puffing  trying  to  catch  her  breath  ,  Vi  stands  before  @raedmaen.  The  figurehead  that  had  been  looking  out  for  her  over  the  past  years  ,  the  person  Vi  had  grown  to  love  and  respect  as  her  caretaker  ,  she'd  put  herself  on  the  line  for  the  Kiramman's  ,  chasing  down  a  group  of  Zaunites  trying  to  break  into  their  home.  It  wasn't  new  -  people  from  the  undercity  crossing  the  bridge  to  gain  from  the  finer  city  of  Piltover  -  Vi  herself  had  been  guilty  of  it  in  her  youth  ,  they'd  simply  picked  the  wrong  house. 

❝  t-they  won't  be  b-back  ❞ breaths  regulating  ,  Vi  had  chased  them  off  -  managed  to  catch  on  of  the  delinquents  with  her  right  hook  and  if  she  wanted  to  -  Vi  could  have  hauled  them  all  in  to  the  enforcers  ,  but  there  was  something  within  her  that  had  let  them  go.  She  wouldn't  let  slip  to  Cassandra  that  perhaps  she  could  have  done  better.  Instead  giving  the  intruders  a  firm  warning  -  those  were  still  her  people  -  and  the  undercity  was  suffering  enough.

Vi  hadn't  let  herself  be  changed  by  the  Piltovien  ways  ,  whilst  grateful  to  have  been  saved  when  her  family  was  so  viciously  ripped  away  from  her  ,  Vi  still  had  connections  with  the  undercity  -  she'd  never  lose  those  routes.

❝  I'm  fine  ❞ she  breathed  ,  finally  straightening  herself  up  the  the  house  head  ,  ❝  I  don't  think  they  were  able  to  get  anything  ❞.  That  she  was  sure  of  ,  Vi  just  couldn't  reveal  that  to  Cassandra  ,  ❝  Is  Caitlyn  okay  ?  ❞ ,  turning  the  others  attention  towards  her  daughter  ,  she'd  been  threatened  after  all  ,  without  her  gun  to  hand. 

[stonesunk]

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜ / from raedmaen ♥

❝  why  do  I  have  to  come  ?  ❞  ,  she  pouted  ,  sitting  up  a  little  straighter  so  her  mother  could  stop  pulling  so  hard.  Caitlyn  had  thought  her  hair  looked  just  fine  when  she  checked  it  over  in  the  mirror  ,  but  of  course  Cassandra  had  something  else  to  say  about  it.  ❝  these  clothes  are  so  uncomfortable  ❞.  She  knew  looking  her  best  was  important  ,  but  did  it  really  have  to  be  so  restricting. 

❝  I  could  just  stay  at  home  with  Jayce  ❞  God  she  tried  not  to  complain  so  much  -  Caitlyn  just  had  a  bad  feeling  about  tonight  -  these  parties  weren't  made  for  kids  ,  but  still  it  was  insisted  upon  that  she  made  attendance  anyway.

[jt4lis]

@raedmaen ﹕ tell me what you know.

the last thing he expected was suddenly to come face to face with cassandra, caitlyn's mother and the very person who was sponsoring him to even be able to do half of his inventions. providing funding to figure out his dream ⸻ hextech. eyes flick to look at her, an almost nervousness coming about him as he straightens himself, arms coming to clasp behind his back out of politeness. ❛ of course. well, i had been going back to my apartment with caitlyn, we went down to the undercity to get some stuff that i needed ... when i got back my door was blocked from the otherside. ❜

eyes look elsewhere, unable to hold eye contact with the woman in front of him, feeling guilt ( even though it wasn't even his fault technically speaking ). ❛ whoever it was, they must have gotten into where i was keeping the crystals for safety because the next thing i knew, there was an explosion. ❜ he didn't expect the kiramman's to continue to support him, not when he'd unintentionally brought harm to their daughter ⸻ his little sister. ❛ i swear it was never my intention to bring harm to caitlyn, you have to believe me ... ❜

[hexcrsd]

@raedmaen: 029: an extravagant greenhouse 

despite how beautiful the blossoming flowers of the extravagant greenhouse is, he's unsure why he, of all people, has been invited here by the councilor. cassandra is the patron of jayce and has been for quite some time now, so perhaps it was only a matter of time before they crossed paths, if only to see just who her client was working alongside. the silence that hangs in the air as he watches the elder kiramman water flowers makes him grow restless with every second that ticks by, mind drifting to the lab and the mountain of work he needs to do but it would be rude to leave without hearing what she has to say.

instead, he decides to distract his restlessness by moving closer to one of the plants, a hand delicately inspecting one of the hanging baskets, golden flowers spilling like a waterfall down the side of it. ❝ these are beautiful. ❞ he comments, sincere in his words. even with his lack of passion for flowers and such things, he can appreciate the beauty. ❝ did you cultivate these yourself? ❞ there's a sidelong glance at the other, spotting another flower that was awfully familiar, one that does not grow in piltover but down in zaun.

the clack of his cane against tiles fills the brief silence as he moves closer to it, head tilting and slender fingers brushing over pink petals. ❝ it has been a long time since i've seen these. ❞ he murmurs, a pang of nostalgia almost making him homesick. almost.

[ly-kos]

@raedmaen said ; x

‘ i wonder which will get you killed faster; your loyalty or your stubbornness? ’

// ambessa's loyalty holds true for nothing but her family. noxus can burn, as long as it meant her family would thrive. every inch of this land can go up in flames, can be torn apart and she wouldn't bat an eye.

this too, is a sentiment she had only learnt with age. when she'd held her son in her arms for the first time, she learnt, there was more to fight for, than noxus.

" you're on the wrong track. " , she responds, staring at the young woman, while they're in foreign grounds. talking or diplomacy certainly isn't what the noxian came for. if her son saw her right now, or was here right now, he'd certainly suggest a talking with the locals.

like they'd just lay down and surrender.

and if they did, she'd be so massively disappointed, she wouldn't want them to.

" these are exactly the things keeping me alive. I stand in front of you because I am loyal to the nation that raised me. "

[stcries]

christmas themed sentence starters, accepting!

@raedmaen wrote: "I think the tree needs more decorations." for Heimerdinger from raedmaen

"hm? oh yes, you're quite right! this holiday only comes around once a year after all, so we must decorate to our heart's content." the yordle perks up from across the room, rummaging nearby in boxes of stashed away bobbles and decorative items for the tree. the holidays were celebrated by everybody, and the council certainly wasn't an exception. the vibrant tree stood front and center, towering not only over the small professor, but the average person as well. when you're much wealthier than most, you were allowed to splurge a little on things like this. years may zip by in the blink of an eye for heimerdinger, but that's why he wanted to make these celebrations more meaningful for his colleages!

but alas, there was one small problem. the bottom of the tree had been beautifully decorated, loaded with shiny tinsel and bright colors, but the top was looking rather bare to say the least. "it certainly would have more, but you see..." oh well this was rather embarrassing to admit. "well, i can't exactly reach, cassandra. perhaps i should have filtered that into my equation before deciding on such a large tree, hm."