𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑰𝑻𝒀.

𝑼𝑵𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑻𝑬𝑫 || @eciled

SHE  SHIFTED  IN  DISCOMFORT,  head  tilting  away  from  the  sharpened  blade  threatening  her  exposed  neck,  still  composed  as  she  stared  danger  in  the  face.  Reckless  emerald  eyes  were  affixed  on  the  exile,  a  sharp  stare  accompanied  by  an  almost  playful  grin  drawn  across  her  features.  Her  weapon  was  held  steady  against  Riven’s  form,  a  reminder  of  its  presence,  her  free  hand  daring  to  trace  a  fingertip  slow  and  deliberate  along  the  other’s  collarbone,  showing  her  complete  lack  of  fear.

𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 || @truthwished

HER EYES ROLLED, a less than subtle sign of her contempt, she didn’t want to listen to him, she wouldn’t even look at him.    She couldn’t look at him. Emotion bubbled within her, a potent cocktail of self-loathing and frustration had reached its boiling point, yet more rage she would bottle up beneath a flimsy stopper. The steel at her sides called ever so desperately for her grasp, she knew that now was not the time, but it became quickly became more difficult to resist as her blades screamed their siren song, in the form of a ringing in her ears. Deft hands balled into fists, in hopes of halting herself, fingernails biting into her skin.

     ❝ Why should I blame myself? I am not so much a fool. ❞

𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 || @sanguince

HOW  CURIOUS.   Katarina  stood  with  arms  crossed  over  her  chest,  the  blades  at  her  waist  already  calling  for  her  grasp   Venomous  green  eyes  evaluate  the  stranger,  head  tilting  to  the  side,  as  her  contemptuous  gaze  trailed  up  and  down  the  other’s  figure.  She  found  something  strange  in  the  woman’s  eyes,  a  sight  all  too  familiar  as  if  she  were  staring  into  a  looking  glass,  eyes  that  had  seen  too  much,  the  eyes  of  a  killer.  It  was  in  her  nature  to  stoke  the  flames,  all  too  hasty  to  test  this  stranger’s  limits,  and  her  own.  She wondered  if  this  creature  would  still  bleed  red,  the  very  thought  drew  a  sharp  grin  across  her  features.

soft thorns starters \\ @eciled

     as usual, katarina was the perfect storm of calculated chaos, appearing unannounced would be nothing new for the assassin, however, uncharacteristically, she carried no weapons, with the notable exception of the knife stashed in her boot. this was as disarmed as she would ever be. 

     she continued to step inside the other woman’s chambers, fingers gliding against the door frame as she did so. one foot followed the other, each accompanied by her boots clicking against the floorboards. approaching with the languid movements of a stalking predator, undeterred by her comment, only stopping when mere inches separated the two, the disparity in height becoming all the more obvious.