Upset the Balance.

by the looks of her glorified hut nothing less of vastayan luxury ,  unscathed by any means , he truly hadn’t ripped his way into her home  .  she cursed these lands  for acting on her feelings , against her wishes  .  to think  -  home is the one place she cannot lie to  him , for the woven home in tune with all things magic , spelled out what her heart felt for him which  her lips would not  .  while the lands previously weren’t fond of noxian blood on it’s soil , the feelings  she grew to have for him trumped it’s preference , for she was a being of magic  .  her heart sings for him , whether she admits it or not , thus her property welcomes him eagerly  .  she hopes he couldn’t see the thin beads of sweat past ivory tresses  .    `  tch  !  !  !  !  like i’m making you dinner  ! ? ?  `

It was odd how the rest of Ionia lived, especially the Vastaya -- so much life. The Yanlei, on the other hand, lived in a space almost devoid of Ionia’s magical influence, as if nature itself fled from the dark truths Zed housed deep within his temple. 

Kayn’s intimate familiarization with her personal belongings doesn’t end with the teacup. He continues to lazily rummage through her things, and even lays his bandage-wrapped scythe against a wall. The living house pulls away from it as much as it can without compromising the structure ; something under those wraps was evil. 

@darkinscythe     ♡

❛   y - you  probably  TORE   my  hut  open  like  the  mongrel  you  are, ❜ it  couldn’t  possibly  be  conflicted  emotions  seeping  into  the  living  earth  that  is  ionian  land  that  would’ve  let  him  in  .  no,  absolutely  not  .  she  would  be  damned  before  letting  his  ego  get  any  worse  .  unfortunately  for  her  game  of  playing  hard  to  get,  the  way  land  here functions  differently  –  it  feels    &.    repays  all  favors  .  magically  woven  homes  of  all  that’s  natural  tap  into  the  feelings  of  their  owners  .  a  vastayan  would  be  no  different  .  her  words  can  put  on  a  jagged  front  all  she  likes  ;  her  home  knows  where  her  heart  lies  for  the  assassin,  thus  this  time  it  practically  beckoned  him  inside  .     ❛   l–like  the  first  time  .  .  .  .   now  go  away  before  i  have  you  for  dinner,  already  !  !  !  ❜

In menacing fashion, Kayn brandishes the scythe with his grip close to the blade, pointed towards the ground; He was, in fact, prepared to carve his way past the stubborn earth to get to her ----- But surprisingly there was no need to. 

Without so much as a word in response, he makes his way further inside the hut, stopping only when his proximity caused the fox to step backwards. Towering over her and her belongings, the shadow assassin glances over the room.. before nonchalantly raising a tiny glass (surely meant for her) to his lips. 

he will get in your face, drag you by your hair, physically assault you, push you over, spit on you, etc, etc, if he so feels like it. 

“Fine,” he says, in an uncharacteristically calm voice. “We’ll do things your way.”

“He makes a fantastic point, Rhaast.” 

‘ K a y n .. ’

“And look at how dainty he is in comparison..”A slight coo in his voice as he looks over the doppelganger,