#talonisms

[fcrgiven]

With having had a companion who hailed from Noxus, who came and went for upwards of five months together, had gotten Yasuo rather accustomed to the Noxian presence. Though when his companion did leave for their ‘official business’ ( which Yasuo knew to be of the assassin variety ) he did find himself missing them, even if only slightly. Due to him getting so accustomed to their way of dress, mannerisms, and overall personality; when a rather decently sized group of what he could only assume to be Noxian soldiers entered into the quaint tea shop, he didn’t give them much in the way of thought. The shopkeeper looked weary, however, glancing to the ronin with concerned eyes as the soldiers approached the counter and took their seats. She gave them the same amount of courteous attention as she would to any guest.

Only when he got that look from the shopkeep did he truly begin to feel something ... off about these newfound guests. Languidly sipping at his xaolan tea, his eyes scanned over their group casually, noting all of the weaponry they seemed to bear. Overly packed for what he’d assume to be looting, and his mind quickly came to the assumption that these were bandits, far from home. And if they looked to try and assail the tea shop, the swordsman would quickly intervene. 

But that would not come to pass, as these Noxians were looking to claim something else entirely.

While drinking from his cup, he felt a strong arm grip his other wrist as he lay it flat on the counter top, Yasuo’s eyes finding the noxian in question with not much more than a simple glare. The hand actually hurt when he was grabbed, not from the grip itself, but as if someone had pinched him, which was rather out of the ordinary. The man before him grinned, waving his free hand to his compatriots and signalling for ... something. Yasuo was immediately put on edge. 

As quick as the ronin was, he severely underestimated this group of ‘bandits,’ several of them deftly wading through the dim light of the tea shop, easily outmaneuvering Yasuo’s line of sight. Setting his tea cup down on the counter, using his off hand to draw his sword with immaculate swiftness, sending it smoothly through the first assassin’s gut. And despite his victory over the one who had grabbed him, there were many who still traversed through the dark.

That’s when he knew they were assassins. But noxian ones? Not once had someone sent noxian assassins after him, at least, as far as he knew.

He quickly gathered himself to his feet, before he immediately collapsed.

Panic washed through him, Yasuo’s body slowly succumbing to paralysis. He could only glance over to his arm, the source of the sudden jolt of pain - only to see three small pierced dots, and his hand tainted a sickly purple. Poison. The assassins that surrounded him emerged from the dark corners of the tea shop, seeming to ignore the shopkeep entirely as they came to his stiff body. All he could make out was their strangely familiar way of noxian dress before his head was covered in a sack, and his body secured with plenty of rope. 

He had expected to die. But it seemed these assassins had other plans. It didn’t make any sense.

The ronin would be taken out into the forest, his head only uncovered once they had secured him to one of the nearby trees. Looks like they had set up a temporary small encampment, limited to a firepit and a couple of bedrolls nearby. None of the assassins seemed to bother looking at him at that point, as if he were simply a glorified decoration, up against the tree. They had stripped him of his armor and sword, which he could make out in the farthest end of their small camp, and he could only just barely begin to feel the paralysis effects slowly diminish. He would be stuck here for a while, if they didn’t kill him first.

Looking up to the sky, Yasuo knew he would be late to his meet up time with a very special friend.

@talonisms

[shadowhelmed-a]

      @talonisms​ said :     kayn x gratuitous violence otp

    . ok honestly yeah 10/10 my forever ship ,, will never let it die

      tell me who you ship my muse with.

[fcrgiven]

@talonisms​

He wasn’t left much time to process how Talon had left the day prior; so abruptly and full of anger, only leaving behind the remnants of their past through a USB drive that spoke an entire story through music. Yasuo would follow their advice, taking that small piece of what remained of them and tucking it away for later once he was home. 

Before leaving the studio, he was sure to shoot a message to Akali about what happened, and that he was headed home. ( Most likely to drink at that point. ) He could feel his mind delving places he wasn’t fond of, and the looming feeling of doom that hung on his shoulders didn’t help his mental state. Leaving the room and locking the door, the sullen Producer made his way home. The anticipation of playing and listening to what was on the USB came with a sense of dread, but he knew he’d have to do it before sleeping tonight. It didn’t take him long to get home, breaching past his apartment door with a sigh - but was greeted with a friendly presence. His little friend; a cat, came up and brushed along his ankle with a soft mewl in greeting. Yasuo couldn’t help but smile, leaning down and scooping up the small creature and cradling her in his arms, scratching her chin as he waded through the main room. 

It was a short moment of pleasure, before he slipped into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. Cracking it open, he made his way to his computer and sat down, letting his cat rest in his lap as he booted up the PC and inserted the USB. As he listened, he could feel the cogs slowly turning in his head.

Maybe you'll change   Abandon all your wicked ways   Make amends and start anew again   Maybe you'll see   All the wrongs you did to me   And start all over, start all over again 

This song was about him, that statement was clear.  The song itself was very well written and performed, but he couldn’t bring himself to admire the song for its creative work due to the impact it had on him due to it being about him. Yasuo had his hands on the bottle of beer, downing it fairly quickly after a moment of consideration. The cat in his lap mewled again, pulling him to pet her once more. He took a moment to message Akali, hoping to ask her for advice about what to do, sending her the name of the song and the like. 

Thankfully, she was awake, and responded fairly quickly. All she gave him was an address, with a title of a song that Yasuo had written. I guess that was a type of answer, but he didn’t know if it would help. It was clear that the address was Talon’s, and doing a quick search, it turns out they weren’t very far. The song itself was one he’d produced, and ironically, was a song he wrote about Talon. 

So Yasuo took some time to burn his song onto a clean CD, rather than putting it onto a USB drive. He was more old fashioned in that aspect, and as he was waiting for the CD transfer, he helped himself to another beer. Once it was finished, he slipped the CD into a cardboard cover and headed out the door, leaving the cat behind with a head pat. 

The whole change from his original trek home and finding his way back out the door spanned about four hours or more, and it was close to midnight at this point, but Yasuo was dedicated. His head was a little warm from the beer, so he dare not drive, but the travel time from point a to point b was within a decent walking distance. It took him about thirty minutes give or take to arrive upon an unfamiliar apartment door, and was hesitant to knock. But he forced himself to, standing before the door with a sullen expression looming onto his form, CD in hand.

Once the door would open, he extended the CD out, with a very quiet; “here.”

[regalentempire-a]

❝ Aw. Are you jealous? ❞

⦅ 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄 & 𝐊𝐄𝐘: 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 ⦆

Accepting // @talonisms

Vladimir couldn’t help but laugh at the other. It had been a while since he had laughed like this. As his laughter died down, hands clasping behind his back as he let out a sigh. 

“Me? Jealous of you? You must have me mistaken for someone far inferior than me, my boy.” Sauntering over to the assassin, eyes bore into his, never blinking. Smile and humour disappearing. “There’s really nothing I could ever be jealous of over you. Not in strength. Not in looks.”

With that, his expression changed, eyes were filled with amusement. Replacing the dark shadow that covered them. 

[voidsought]

talonisms replied: this entire description is strangely erotic

i aspire for all my writing to fall into the category of strangely erotic yet possessing no such eroticism. 

[x-sanguinate]

bite + scratch or either or?? :^)

mature themes - @talonisms

    (So this is what it came to.)

    A night of revelry at Vladimir’s mansion, hosted in the honor of some aristocrat he couldn’t care less about. It was an excuse to party, and party he did, though one special attendant consumed the entirety of his focus throughout.

    (Talon Du Couteau.) 

    The Blade’s Shadow had managed to slip past the guards surrounding Vladimir’s estate with ease, blending in amongst the crowd in what swiftly became a lethal game of cat and mouse when The Reaper took notice of him. Despite his constant attempts to elude Talon, the hemomancer never once allowed that charming smile of his to fade, putting on a show with his every movement that made his attempted flight appear as no more than a gleeful effort to greet each of his esteemed guests personally. 

    (Now where had that smile gone?)

    Talon grew frustrated as his attempts to remain inconspicuous got him nowhere. Vladimir had caught on to him too quickly, robbing him of the element of surprise. He had to take a more desperate measure to finally corner the Reaper, but now that he had ...

   (Oh, what a mess he’s made of this.)

    In the faintly candlelit darkness of Vladimir’s private chamber, the chase reached its conclusion. But what happened? At what point in their intricate little dance did this become the goal? Neither of them knew for certain, but one of them certainly didn’t care. With the power over life and death that either party commanded, their lives could end in the briefest flicker of a moment.

    But that moment never came. They were in too deep at this point, too invested in their murderous chase to give it up now. As if guided by some underlying desire that was cultivated by a night of thrills, at last, the two finally colided in the solitary darkness of Vladimir’s bedchamber.

    Talon aggressed incessantly, stripping the hemomancer of his fanciful layers of clothing by hand and blade alike, pushing the advantage, pushing Vladimir further and further into his room, as if making up for all the time spent in pursuit of the Reaper. Vladimir could feel Talon’s hunger as the two grappled with one another in a sensuous dance, possessed by a palpable desire to claim his prize. 

    Bite marks and bruises appeared across Vladimir’s neck and upper body in short order, rivaled in its frequency by only the multitude of scratches inflicted upon his ivory frame by his would-be assassin. With every cut, suck, and scrape, the hemomancer felt himself submitting to Talon’s influence more and more as pleasured and sometimes hitched breaths escaped him. 

    Though this broke every convention Vladimir held about his own behavior during this lifetime, the unrestrained release it granted him was unrivaled by anything he had experienced this past century. It made him wish that this bliss could last forever, but Vladimir knew that every good thing had an end—himself being the exception, of course. But that didn’t matter right now. None of it did. 

    The only thing he could bring himself to care about was this singular moment at the party’s climax, the satisfying conclusion to a night-long chase, where a Reaper and his Shadow would toil in secret until both were too worn to continue.

[shadowscythc-a]

@talonisms || x

He eyed him raising a brow, “You were the one staring at me. I would say that is quite rude. I am not clothed after all.” He said lowering into the water again. He stared at him making a face again. He swam to the edge, tapping a finger on the shore.

“What is a Noxian doing here anyway?” He question feeling annoyed still, he was slightly curious though. crossing his arms leaning on them. He pointed to him, “Your kind aren’t exactly welcome in Ionia.”