#twilead

[yuhl]

i’m rly quiet about promoing my blogs , but may i show you these ? 

[prodigal-ezreal]

You’d never hear him say it, and if you told him that would ever happen the first time he visited the colorful, breathing, living land of Ionia, he’d call you an idiot. But truth is, it does get boring in Ionia. Sometimes. Specially when you visit a ninja monastery and all the weapons and secret halls don’t surprise you anymore. So what else is an explorer to do, other than bother the one person he came to visit? It doesn’t phase him when he catches Shen meditating— that’s like, all the guy ever does!

The satisfied smirk with which he sits himself upon the man’s lap disappears into a frown once Shen sets his conditions, but Ezreal gets no time to protest, as hands softly go up from his waist, his sides and ultimately the back of his arms, and oh, he moves him as if he doesn’t weight anything. A breath he didn’t know he was holding comes out in a shudder when Shen talks right next to his ear, warm air brushing against his skin. He feels the hairs on his nape stand up as Shen presses his chest against his back, his thighs pressed against his, his—- Ehem.

Ezreal took a deep breath in, trying to actually clear his mind from all the inconvenient thoughts that filled it. No results. “I don’t know how you pretend to keep me sitting still” he says, half a laugh and half a nervous confession. “But this really isn’t it.”

@twilead

[wingsfell]

his voice reaches her from afar, in between the rustle of leaves scratching across the floor, "are you lost?" the question is innocuous, but the way his crown tips and the illumination of his eyes speaks to a cautious inquisitiveness, "perhaps i can help."

               guarded —- she was always guarded, vigilant, hardly with a moment’s rest. it was not as if she truly had a reason to be, for as powerful of a woman as she was, for as quietly as she lived her life, and as peaceful as ionia was famed to be, the world could be an awfully cruel place, as long as those with small, cold, hearts of stone walked their earth. she regarded him with caution, eyes shifting upward to sweep from bottom to top before finally resting upon his face. there was a sultry way in which she peered at him, as unintentional as it was, with her half - lidded pink sapphire gaze, plump, full lips barely parted as if she was about to speak, though, now, she bated her breath.

               “    lost,    ”    morgana repeated, rolling the word across her tongue, slowly, its end fading in whimsical wonderment, as if the repetition were a question to herself. the corners of her mouth tugged into a diminutive smile, and she ran a hand through her thick violet hair, her every movement as dramatic as she appeared.    “    mm … well, i suppose i am. even a being like myself finds fault in direction, it seems, although, i have to wonder if i had anywhere in mind at all.    ”

               she laughed softly, and her arm fell while the other rose, meeting to fold beneath her chest. for a moment, she averted her gaze, musing within her thoughts, before finally, she spoke.    “    there is something of a personal mission that i have. i come from demacia, and i am fighting a war so old that my people hardly remember it, if at all. i wish to put an end to it. i wish for demacia to learn to change its ways, to become a nation people can truly be proud of, one of peace and acceptance. i’ve heard quite a bit of ionia’s order. i’m curious if i could learn something of their teachings to aid in my cause. i suppose, then, i’m searching for them.    ”

[4thdevil]

jhin, walking in with coffee: shen’s a useless virgin

[umbranatus]

he was speaking, some notes of anger, undertone of irritation - but shen's focus strayed to the errant petal that had landed among kayn's dark strands. a deep vibrant carmine that nestled gently into its new nest. whilst he spoke, shen reached out a hand and gently nudged the stray petal onto his fingers two. a breeze sent it om its way shortly after. "odd that your temper did not immediately scorch it"

honestly, why does this GUY have to exist?? this question is a goddamn mystery Kayn have yet to find an answer for. meditates all days or just do plainly NOTHING PRODUCTIVE.UGH. how annoying!“HUUUUUUUH?!” the shadow acolyte frowned, almost INSULTED by the fact Kinkou’s leader is speaking to him.

“odd that you’re still alive! aren’t you like SIXTY or something like that? stupid, STUPID.”

[catemagum]

twilead replied to your post “petition for ionia to adopt sylas into their nation so they can teach...”

come to the temple . .

honestly? ionia is so full of magic that having a place to actually settle down in and even open room to practice would be good for him so he’d totally be down

[ladybuvelle]

gloved fingers hold to his collar and tug down the cloth wrapped over his jaw and neck before he takes a slow step forward. a hand sets gently on her shoulder , holding the curve of it above her arm - and eyes close before his lips graze her forehead , "stay warm this season, sona"

Oh? O... o-oh?

Oh goodness. Her face felt warmer than any wine had managed to make it so far. A fairly chaste gesture, certainly, but still... it was in the execution.

Now there was a man that knew how to make the most of a moment. Sona found herself holding her breath for a prolonged moment - and when she realized it she couldn’t even look him in the eye. She just smiled appreciatively.

[lightshielded]

He had not completed his words , but the prince was already moving, still there was much to be said despite his busy schedule. "Jarvan." his voice was lost in the clamor , but he was quick to act. Shen moved a hand , aiming for his lower arm , and rather grasping at his palm. He glanced, turning an apology over in his mind, and decided then to proceed naturally, "One more minute of your time."

               the gala was dedicated to several foreign delegates and dignitaries which can come to visit from, possibly, future - allies. and, as a representative of the royal family and heir - apparent of his nation, it was expected of him to introduce himself to the guests and ensure they are welcomed and their needs met. he made his good - bye, making sure to emulate the motions that his family’s steward had instructed him in, before taking his leave. he had taken not more than a step or two before the other man’s hand had grabbed his own. 

he turned on his heel, a hint of surprise on his features as he returned to facing the eye of twilight. he had intended to move on to the next party awaiting his attention but he would not deny his guests their wishes. ’ of course. what more can i assist you with? or do you have more pressing matters you need to attend to? shall we take a respite from the main hall to talk in private? ’