𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥.

what is a battlefield but a body  ?  you spend so many nights dreaming of spilling your blood to the moonlight , slipping out of your bones , and slithering into the soul of someone else . you’re all bronze and bite . all venom and fistfight . you’re the dawn that rises bloody and wrecks ships in its wake , but you’re a siren too , somewhere deep in the aching heart of you . thicket of violet thorn , oyster pearl gone rogue . all you want to do is dance out of your skin into another song about heroes , but still a song where you can lift the spear and say yes as it flashes in the sun . poem by ashe vernon .

    ❛     ———      yeah `cause leavin` zaun is SOOOOO easy when you’re BROKE.  `case y` haven’t noticed , piltover don’t make it too easy for anyone down here t` leave       …       er wha   —  go on. y` had me at hello , but now y` have my full attention      —–    what’s th` catch ? is this a trap ? this place really exist ? is this a date ?  `cause no one WANTS me t` blow things up           …        `kali is that the REAL you ?     ❜

“  have you ever even  left  zaun  ?  why don’t i take you somewhere you can blow up to your heart’s content , and  no one  will come after you for it  ?  it’ll be fun  !  ”

“  normally i wouldn’t offer my services for free , but working  together  ?  yeah , maybe i’ll get over that .  ”  

             ‘FANCY GUNS.’     laughter manifests in his mind, flooding all corners of it as his sister muses the phrase. he wants to laugh with her - she’s always had that infectious effect - but what he manages is a huffed expression of amusement behind raised fabric.       ‘she is going to think you are scoffing at her now, silly. do not forget you have yet to respond.’        at alune’s gentle press, he’s shifting his attention to akali, reflective gaze lingering on her a moment before finding the scarlet tipped severum. it’s brought to his hand, handle rolling over his knuckles as he idly readjusts his grip on it, over and over. & when he’s done, it fades, tearing through the realms as it burns away like an old love letter. then, a shrug, hands instinctively moving to create a reply.

         ❛  my sister made them. 

the silence stiffens her  :    not usually is akali so affected by others’ comments  (  or lack thereof  )  . just the way he seems to consider her words for  so long  before responding makes her...  nervous , to say the least . are all of the lunari this aloof and unfriendly  ?  she wants to ask , but after reading his response all thoughts are replaced by shock .

“  made them  ?  is she a keen hextech user , then  ?  ”