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#APOSTISMS: An independent & selective exploration of Sylas of Dregbourne, the Unshackled, from League of legends. Blog is 18+ for possible adult themes and canon-typical violence. Est. December 2019. Activity varies. Dash only.

Penned by Ixal. ( 25, he/him ). Ran on a sideblog & follows from @ixalova

A study in ⸺ the virtues of a rebel & anti-hero; an all-encompassing rage and thirst for vengeance; being humbled & taking a step beyond beyond that thirst; a life lived with newfound freedom; the role of a leader & freedom fighter; love for a country that deems you a monster; to be unapologetically true to oneself, to not apologize for one's shortcomings & take things head on; to take back what is ours.

⸺ Insighting chaos with @seekslight @lightshielded

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𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

name; sylas of dregbourne

nickname; "traitor," "kingslayer," "king-killer," "naked chain man." courtesy of @seekslight; "rat man," "dork," "nerd," "sylas NO!!"

gender; male, he / him

romantic orientation; demiromantic bisexual

preferred pet names; he doesn't really have a preference for when he receives them, but he certainly likes assigning them. ( "little light" )

relationship status; verse dependent, by default taken by @seekslight !! currently no romantic involvement with any other muses.

opinion on true love; he possesses a rather pessimistic outlook regarding this, believing that true love, or love in general, doesn't necessarily come naturally. love is earned, but in regards to true love, he's yet to be shown it exists.

opinion on love at first sight; not a real thing to him. attraction at first sight, sure, but nothing more.

how 'romantic' are they?; not very. he's very linear in his goals, and doesn't put love or relationships at the top of his personal goals. he doesn't put himself first overall, so romance is never on the forefront of his mind. but in verses where he's not under such an obligation, he's much more lax with the idea of romance. he doesn't necessarily pursue it, but he's far more open to it, and he's the sort of partner who is about acts of service versus any grand romantic gestures. he sees organic choices made for his partner as his version of being romantic. to him, it has to be genuine to mean something.

ideal physical traits; he's not particularly picky, but he always tends to gravitate towards those smaller than him, unintentionally. he likes it when someone's appearance gives off a false sense of security, when they in fact possess far more power than one would assume.

ideal personality traits; selflessness, leadership, confidence, kindness. someone who has a lot of drive and passion for their goals.

unattractive physical traits; gaudy attire, body language. not a fan of blue bloods. ( sans a certain one )

unattractive personality traits; holier-than-thou attitude, mannerisms, etc. once again, not a fan of blue bloods. ( once again, sans just one! )

ideal date; something more casual, more down to earth. taking a walk, or traveling together. 

do they have a type?; oh yes. confident and powerful blonde mages. those that possess confidence, inner strength, perserverence. those that support a cause bigger than themself, for the greater good of all. those that help the little people.

average relationship length; most have been in passing and short, nothing of real merit. but when he's truly hooked, he wants it to last.

preferred non-sexual intimacy; subtle touches that reminds the other that they're there, sharing space, hugging, cuddling, etc. playful jabs and quips, light hearted teasing.

opinion of public affection; big fan of it. he likes the idea of making his partner red in the face at surprise kisses, hugs, etc.

past relationships?; verse dependent. overall, he's never truly been with anyone prior to his complex relationship with @seekslight's lux. in his modern verse, he's had a handful, most being nondescript.

@seekslight ⸺  anima  squad  !

The  primordian  forces  were  oppressive,  threatening  to  overwhelm  the  wolf  squad  and  their  current  mission.  This  was  no  ordinary  task—  a  normally  lone  squad,  well  coordinated  and  without  mercy,  found  themselves  with  additional  heads—  additional  risks  to  keep  track  of,  which  Sylas  was  not  used  to  accounting  for.  Namely  the  lamb,  incredibly  skilled  and  an  asset  in  her  own  right,  and  an  honor  to  fight  alongside  of.  But  never  before  had  Sylas  been  spurned  to  worry  in  the  midst  of  battle,  never  before  had  he  instinctively  gone  to  throw  himself  in  harms  way,  everyone  on  the  wolf  squad  knowing  full  well  the  risks.  But  this,  this  was  different,  and  Sylas  had  no  idea  why,  but—

There  is  a  cocophany  of  sound,  otherworldly  and  angry,  a  sound  they  knew  well —  followed  quickly  by  Sylas  throwing  himself  between  Luxanna  and  an  incoming  strike  from  one  large  tendril.  He's  immediately  swept  up,  sent  flying  into  the  nearby  crumbling  building,  the  impact  sending  him  straight  through  stone.  The  primordian  warbles,  its  multitude  of  eyes  scanning  what  it  had  struck,  before  setting  sights  on  Luxanna  once  more.

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There's  a  muddled  groan  admist  the  destruction,  a  discombobulated  Sylas  struggling  to  pull  himself  from  the  rubble  in  his  haggard  state.  He  coughs,  feeling  a  certain  pressure  in  his  chest  that  is  a  clear  sign  of  something  being  broken,  but  he  gets  back  up  anyways.  Blurry  vision  quickly  refocuses  as  he  regains  his  stability,  prowling  eyes  immediately  scanning  out  from  which  he  came.  Sylas  springs  into  action  seeing  the  primordial  hover  over  Luxanna,  a  heavy  pit  gripping  his  stomach,  making  his  breath  catch.  Adrenaline  makes  him  move,  throwing  his  shackles  forward  to  entangle  around  her,  quickly  pulling  her  out  of  the  next  strike  of  the  beast,  which  carreens  into  the  road  where  she  once  stood.

Sylas  heaves,  releasing  Lux  from  his  chains.  "I've  got  you,"  he  breathes  out,  far  softer  to  her  than  to  anyone  he's  spoken  to  before  in  her  vacinity.  He  doesn't  let  down  his  guard,  raising  his  wrist  to  his  face  to  call  the  wolves  down  upon  their  location.  He  knows  Luxanna  is  capable,  incredibly  strong,  and  dare  he  say ⸺  the  one  hope  humanity  has  left.

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It  isn't  long  until  the  wolves  descend  upon  the  primordial,  both  Lux  and  Sylas  keeping  it  occupied,  working  together  to  fend  it  off—  and  to  protect  each  other.  It  dawns  on  Sylas  then  how  well  they  work  together,  and  despite  the  danger  and  how  he  should  keep  his  eyes  on  the  enemy,  he  can't  help  but  look  to  her  through  it  all.  His  forces  are  quick  to  pounce,  turning  the  tide  against  such  a  large  primordial,  giving  them  both  the  perfect  opening  to  destroy  it  once  and  for  all.

@deadn30n

Sylas never really understood the disdain and downright abuse of minorities — specifically the vastaya — that society upheld like it's a normal everyday thing. It was one of the many injustices in the world that Sylas despised and actively participated in tearing down the regime of, and he was not the peaceful kind of protester — using his voice to scream about the poor treatment and how the people aught to burn their oppressors on spits like the pigs they are.

Still, he had to participate in society, no matter his opinions. He had to at least play a kind role where kindness might not be normally seen; simply treating people like people. Now was no different, Sylas occupying the space of a mom and pop shop; a small business that he frequented in order to stock up on various necessities. He mostly came here for their vast selection of teas.

He had been skimming the aisles for his normal selection, and upon finding his target, saw that someone rather tall was obscuring his selection. Just as his attention had found them, their attention had found him in turn. Their palpable shyness made him raise a brow due to their speech pattern — Sylas swearing he could've seen the poor sod shaking where they stood.

Out of all of the holidays, this one was difficult for Ezreal. He wasn’t really used to sharing it with anyone but he still enjoyed it all the same; he didn’t go as crazy for it though as he did other holidays, so…

“We could do something after, too! Whatever you want, big guy. Just the two of us. I just wanna spend time with you.”

@tealbeats

Sylas had just set his keys down on the nearby counter, mid-shrugging off his jacket as he feels Ezreal collide into him. He chuckles, giving the shorter man an embrace in return, albiet slightly awkward given his tangled limbs in bunched sleeves. "Valentines, right," he speaks nonchalantly, breaking away from the hug to look at Ezreal with a knowing smile. 

He was never one to go big with holidays, or really even celebrate them much. It's always been that way — mostly in a rejection of the 'status quo,' one might describe. ( How good-meaning holidays have all turned into capitalistic nightmares — don't get him started ). But he's been trying since Ezreal loved them. In his own way, at least. Sylas is by no means a loud and public person when it comes to celebrations.

Once off his shoulders, Sylas draped his jacket over the back of the nearby high chair of the bar near his keys. "I'm down for that. Sounds like a great idea." He confirms, slipping a hand around Ezreal's waist and pulling him in for a chaste kiss before pulling away, his destination set on his room. "Let me change real fast, then we'll go. I've a place in mind."

He doesn't let slip he's planned something entirely. 

It doesn't take Sylas long to change, emerging from his room quick-sharp and looking refreshed from his daily excursion. He returns to his jacket, pulling it on once more, keys in hand. "Shall we?" He grins at Ezreal, extending his crooked elbow for him to take. Once he does, Sylas guides them out, locking the door behind and heading towards the elevator. The ride is quick ( as he ensured, both due to planning and for his own impatience ), and soon they're at the garage level, where Sylas' bike rests. He pops the storage on the side, retrieving an extra helmet for Ezreal — a gift, custom designed and adorned in plentiful greens and filigree Sylas knows he likes — or hopes he likes, and offers it forth. "For you," he says, scooping up his own helmet from the bike. "It's personalized."

Sylas doesn't linger with any shows of appreciation, though Ezreal knows he's never been great at such reception, getting himself onto the bike and helmet secure on his head. He extends his hand out for Ezreal to take once more to join him. Once they're both secure, they ride off.

It's a peaceful ride down quiet roads, Sylas purposefully taking a path that doesn't have many people, wanting to avoid the main roads. It makes for nice scenery, and a nicer atmosphere. Soon they arrive at their destination — a quaint mom and pop type restaurant, one they've been to a couple of times before. Securing their helmets on the bike once more, Sylas moves to open the door for Ezreal, one hand tucked behind his own back while doing so — clearly hiding something. "After you."