#thebladeswill

[theheartoffreljord]

Whersshadowsthrive inspired me to write a braum thing for ropes.

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[frostflameannie]

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"Your fighting skill." Alright, so this one was a little lame—but Annie just couldn’t think of much else to say.

[frostflameannie]

☁

Her blade things are so cool—I wonder if I should get a weapon of my own sometime.

[frostflameannie]

Fuck apples, amirite?

[[ hell yeah screw apples ]]

[frostflameannie]

"Kiss me, quick!"

6. Forehead

She had to stand up a little to reach it, but at least Annie was able to offer a quick kiss without needing the other woman to bend down.

[dianamoonfallrp]

((This is my first one ever, sorry I am bad))

She must have seemed a statue from afar. Ionia may not have a pantheon or a deity of any kind, but it was not uncommon for those, especially those devoted, to meditate in times of trouble. 

 For Irelia, “Times of trouble” constituted each passing moment following the departure of her brother. It was in that moment that Ionia became her charge, the lives of millions, her responsibility. It was a larger burden than one so young as herself should ever be expected to handle. And yet the burden grew when she was asked to leave her home to protect Ionia from the Fields of justice. It was one thing for her to shoulder the fates of an entire people, another to do so from a remote seat. 

 Her way of coping with the circumstances; strange as it may seem to foreigners, was to meditate, to pray more like, to Ionia as though it were a God. She thought the mountains near to the Institute would be perfect for this endeavour, but on the first day she came out to pray she was pushed away by a Solari, who told her the mountains were holy to them. Determined not to allow this to deter her, Irelia elected to return at night. That night, no one bothered her. Since then she came every night after her matches were done, to meditate and pray for hours on end. 

 Thus there she sat, her famous blade making slow orbits about her head, beads of worry induced sweat, or solemn tears rolling down her cheeks.

  Though an observer might, in fact, think her a statue on a mountain, in her mind she was a young girl in Ionia, with her father and brother, living the life stolen from her.

( It’s not bad shhh whacha talking about ) How many nights has it been since Diana found someone that took refuge under the moon’s luminosity to seek peace and quiet here in the Institute?

It was a known fact that barely anyone stayed up late just to loiter around because of a Champion’s rigorous schedule during daylight hours so the first time she saw the Ionian sitting placidly in some sort of meditation caught her off guard. The Moon Knight was always strolling through the night, speaking to her Goddess if not practicing her dancing skills in battle without having to worry about bumping into someone always; so when she did, the Scorn of the moon was grateful that she was as quiet as a wolf observing their prey during her leisure walk always. It was most amusing too at how she thought Irelia was a rock before with how motionless she was, probably the main reason why she was caught off guard in the first place. The Lunari did not bother the young Captain though as she continued on with her nightly activities when she was able to move on from the aftershock of her discovery. This wasn’t her first time seeing someone meditate as most Ionians practiced this habit religiously. The Blind Monk and the Kinkou Heiress were one of the few she saw during her first few months at the Institute; then the Shadow Master who she discovered prefers meditating mostly when night came as shadows would always envelope his entire being when he does. Unfortunately though, tonight was a full Moon and Diana had no choice but to disturb the young woman during her private time. The mountain that Irelia picked to do her reflection was a spot that both the Solari and Lunari warriors thought to be the closest to the Heavens up above; a sacred location one might say. Which is why she was relieved that the Institute did not claimed the spot for the Radiant Dawn’s use only as that would really be a predicament for the Moon Knight seeing as this was the closest and tallest mountain near the League. Grass blades gently bent and the earth softly crunched underneath the Lunari’s boots as she made her way up to the peak; to where Irelia sat with her legs crossed and her blade floating about her. Diana stopped at a safe and respectable distance from the Ionian warrior with her weapon at her side, head tilted slightly. It was ill-advised after all to startle someone that was in a deep meditation as it would be both disrespectful and imminent danger would be assumed if bothered in a wrong way. She had seen what the bruiser could do in battles and she would prefer it if her blades would not meet her flesh. So Diana simply stood with her stance lax, waiting as a gentle cold evening breeze skidded past the two women who were fully visible thanks to the bright light the Moon was sharing to them, illuminating everything below her and the darkest corners of the wilds.

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