* AGONY'S EMBRACE.

“ whatever you want me to be, ” she purrs, with a precise intonation practiced over a hundred thousand times -- it’s worthless, cookie-cutter, and paper-thin, and they both know it. a rictus grin disfigures inviting features, baring a predator’s teeth in the dark.

“ -- but you know what I am, don’t you, my little monster? and you make bigger messes than I do... always in a rush, too. you don’t even wait to appreciate the better things in life. ”

a tilt of her head, and her voice turns gentle -- almost affectionate.

heyyy

@blooming-burst​ said: " evelynn is so pointy! and sharp! "

— and she will not let some upstart, some vastaya begin to claim prey that should be hers, spirits that should be hers, blood that should be hers —

and call it a bad habit, but she’s never liked to share.

( this is not prey — it’s simple business. )

the roughness with which she digs her talons into the woman’s raven hair and shoulder says as much — there’s no facade, playing at soft touches and gentle looks. practiced deception is cast aside as evelynn closes in a blink, and pins her to the stonework with an inhuman strength.

there’s only a breath, the briefest moment of surprise, before it cracks and shatters and the woman turns to look over her shoulder with eyes like a wild animal -- frantic, aggressive.

evelynn flashes her a smile that is all malice and sharp teeth.

“ lucky me... it seems I’ve caught myself a little fox today. ” 

her voice is raspy with disuse; her breath, cold like the rest of her, feathering across the woman’s neck. her presence is suffocating, overpowering, a haze of shadow that blots out the dusk’s glow around them both.

she flexes her grip, digs those knife-point tips in harder. the smell of blood seeps into the air as claws slice — it stirs something deep in her to feel the sharp pain flare amidst the dull ache around it, clear and crisp as a mountain stream. reflexively, she drinks it in — a growl, deep and guttural, rolls from her throat at the sensation, and there’s a hint of it still in her voice when she speaks again:

“ you’ve been rather naughty lately, haven’t you, kitten? going around, taking things that aren’t yours. ”

luminous lashers rise, uncloaked with a wicked edge, creeping towards that universal vulnerability — the woman’s throat, pale, perfect; evelynn wants to paint it red. she hisses from between grit teeth.

“ watching you has made me quite upset, you know. jealousy, is it? and now, well, it’s just become too much to bear — I just have to take it upon myself to punish you. ”

@quartlet​ said: ❛ your ribs will be lucked like strings from an instrument. they will be rearranged, reformed through roses redder than deepest desire and belladonnas whose scent will mark you forevermore. it will be the midnight hour, when all is blanketed by a heady humid air, and that is where you will sip from your last cup, where you will twist and burst into a rose garden. ❜

a hum of consideration rises in her throat.

Collapsing to the snow-covered ground, her inhales of air are greedy & desperate as she recovers - scowling at the demon & her own carelessness. Weak. Fragile. Playthings. That’s all the cultists are to these demons. And that is exactly why she runs, why she isolates herself. The gold gilded edges of the sword known as fame has plunged again, again & yet again into her back - why must she bear a burden she never asked for? 

❛ No - you’re not, ❜ she bites back.

And yet, she did not need to think of such things with her. At this point, she’d rather the permanent chase and the bite of their bark than the packs of mongrels snapping and clawing at her heels wherever she walks. With Evelynn… All she had to worry about was her life. How ironic. 

❛ Find your fun elsewhere, I’ve got business to attend to. ❜ & This is true - she was en route to her marks before the demon reared its head. Turning from the demon, she walks away without another word - having no doubt that she’ll be followed.

“ oh, do we have to be so cold? you know that business can be pleasure — depending on what it is. ”

akali barely even lets herself enjoy it when evelynn is around — her work, that is. business and more business, approached with the steely expression of one simply butchering an animal for sustenance — it’s so boring. she could be so cute if she really cut loose, just indulged in it all — bathed in red under a red moon until she drowned in it and became one with her.

one with evelynn.

but akali doesn’t want to be. she’s still scared. still so badly wants to be human.

— that’s cute, too, so it’s fine.

it’s a dance they’ve practiced so many times -- akali brushes her off, she follows, and on every repeat, they slide closer and closer to that grand climax. the leaves have turned golden and fallen from their branches, but evelynn’s footsteps make barely a sound as she struts alongside akali with unbroken confidence and an easy smile.

“ besides -- you can’t hide it from me, little girl. it’s already fun for you. cutting and gouging is easier than thinking, isn’t it? ”

her steps go utterly silent.

   Ah, it seemed the demon was threatening her now, what a pain.

   A sigh, “…You’re not exactly subtle either, you know.” She sounded almost too casual about that, a free hand shifting to rest on her hip.

   And here she had thought she’d get to sleep in today.

   “Look, it’s pretty clear neither of us wanna be dealing with this right now. So why don’t you just leave this town and its people alone and we’ll just go on with our lives?”

“ subtle? who said I was trying to be? ”

she’s irritated, now, and the snarl that rolls from her throat hints at her restlessness -- she doesn’t have time to waste conversing with a child, and the thin veneer of flirtation and politeness melts away easily as ice in the midday sun.

“ leave them alone? oh, now, I don’t think I can do that. do you not see the problem, darling? I was going about my life already. ”

her outline twists, shifts, then melts. 

“ but I know your type -- children like you are always so... ugh. ”

in the space of a breath she’s no longer corporeal, a wisp on the wind -- less than that, even, the echoes of her voice the only evidence of her passing.

    Really? Reimu wasn’t even trying to hide the annoyance clear in her gaze, the shrine maiden watching the demon in front of her with the same sort of practiced caution a snake wrangler would to a poisonous serpent before them.

   In all honesty Reimu wasn’t looking for a fight, something like that would be too much of a bother really. Still, if her suspicions were right (they normally were) the demon in front of her would be nothing but a migraine if left undealt with.

   “I don’t think I’m being prejudiced at all.” She spoke frankly, with a slight shrug to her shoulders, “Your reputation precedes you I guess.”

she blinks, slow, before answering.

“ my reputation? ”

a giggle is ( poorly ) stifled behind one hand as lashers unfurl behind her, loosely curling about her legs with bladed tips still cloaked in shade.

“ oh, so you do know me! ” fingers lace together and are brought up to her chest in a show of mock-delight, voice shifting from an approximation of innocent to overly joyful in a second --

-- and then it goes cold in an instant as her eyes narrow to slits, softer smile morphing into a sneer.

Zed’s entrance through the open window stifles the whistling of the breeze, and he draws his armblades at once when he sees that… creature. It leans over his target, claws dripping with a blood that spurts from the man’s chest like a geyser and onto the tiles, his clothing, and even parts of that demon’s body.

A demon. It had to be, Zed thinks, from the unnatural complexion of its shape and the inhuman glow of her eyes. Ionia was host to many fantastical beasts, and Zed had slain plenty of dangerous oni and other hellish creatures, but she… she was different.

“I’ve come to do a job,” he starts. He can feel his arms trembling, and he balls his hands into fists as he tries to steady himself. She seemed almost cloaked in shadows, wispy black shapes that were a sharp contrast to the whiteness of her hair and the paleness of her skin.

“But it seems you’ve beaten me to it.” Zed wagers he can hold his ground. At the very least, no matter how fast she struck, he could avoid her at the distance he was at. What was this shade? What was a demon like her doing in an aristocrat’s villa?

“And you? Is blood the only thing you’re looking for?”

“ the only thing? oh, no... ” 

evelynn straightens, fingers splayed out on the man’s ruined chest as she leisurely stretches from claw to lasher-tip, shifting to face the new arrival fully. she notes, idly, how he tightens his muscles to mask his shudder, and licks her lips at the sight -- at the sensation of his suppressed fear, barely-there, but still enough to entice.

she swings her legs over the corpse, to the side of the mattress, and stands. crimson-stained teeth glint in the dark when she smiles, and her footfalls are silent as she takes a languid step forward.

“ ... no, I know who you are. I was waiting for you. ”

it’s a lie, but so is all of it -- the flirtation, the form, the familiarity. she lets the words hang for a moment, fangs bared in a wide grin, before her shoulders start to shake and she can suppress the laugh that rises in her throat no longer. it echoes around them unnaturally, the sound fading in and out, and then subsides into silence.

“ -- is what i would say, if you were at all my type. keep quivering, though... ”

a shrug of her shoulders as she examines her claws, then extends them in one fluid motion -- a threat,  or, an invitation. 

“ now, now... you haven’t even gotten to know me, and you’re already pointing a weapon at me? and just think, i could be the nicest person in the world... ”

in a heartbeat, her hands are up in mock surrender. ( but the curl of her lip shows fangs, and the gleam in her eye is anything but benevolent. )

“ ...but even if i’m not, it’s not like i’ve done anything wrong, here. aren’t you being a little prejudiced? ”

long overdue munday asks || accepting … ? || @ladyfortunes

thank you… i love her too…

hm. evelynn is probably my favorite character in league? as for my experience with the game, i started playing about a year back when my friend irma basically roped me into doing some AI matches — i thought i’d main ahri because she’s voiced by laura post in EN, and i thought to myself that it’d be funny if i had another main in a pvp game voiced by laura post ( remember skullgirls, anyone? i used to play a ton. )

and then, well, irma put evelynn in front of me, and, regrettably, i instantly fell in love. her playstyle perfectly meshed with her lore in a way that i very much appreciate as a dumb nerd who likes game design and games as an interactive medium; it’s easy to understand that mindset of ‘you are shadow demon stalking enemies’ because you have to. you can’t just run face-first into enemies on evelynn unless you’re super fed, because you’ll just get focused and blown up. her sound design helps a lot too.

i’m a pretty big sucker for the femme fatale archetype, but more than that i love Feral Ass Motherfucking Monsters, and eve is both ( and this is why my portrayal errs on the side of the latter a bit more than the former in terms of what i like to write, ‘cause that’s a big part of why i think shes super cool. also, i can’t write sweet talk to save my life. i try every day and it feels harder to do each time. )

long story short, having never played a MOBA in my life, i started in jungle ( like you’re not supposed to do ) and got mastery 7 on evelynn within a month. we clicked!

as for champs i also count among my favorites ( either by playstyle or aesthetics, usually both ) they would have to be irelia, thresh, kindred, pantheon, xayah, morgana, katarina, jinx, kha’zix, akali, and neeko. there’s others i like, but these are definitely the standouts.

neeko’s a bit of a special case, since she was the first new champ release i ever got to see, and i instantly fell in love with her too – evelynn barely ekes out a spot above her, honestly, and i was considering making a blog for neeko as well. she just makes me happy. how can you not smile when you see that amazing lizard. her attitude is refreshing.

on doubles/people who rp the same muse as me:

i love yall. feel free to follow. but i won’t follow first.

why? well, it’s not ‘cause i don’t like you, or i’m jealous, or anything, but a lot of people (whether they state it in their rules or not) are uncomfortable with doubles. and that’s perfectly fine! i’m not going to question why or mock you for it -- this is a hobby, and everyone has their own boundaries. 

i don’t want people to feel pressured to follow me back. if you write evelynn and wanna be around me, thanks! if you don’t, it’s not my place to pry, and i don’t wanna push those boundaries by accident.