I am the spirit that n e g a t e s                                         And rightly so, for all that comes to be                                                                                Deserves to perish w r e t c h e d l y

i love you, i've always loved you, i will always love you it's   commitment,   it's   devotion,   it   goes   often   without   saying,   but   is   felt   nonetheless.   it's   accepting   that   you   would   travel   to   hell   and   back   for   them   if   they   asked   and   knowing   that   they   would   do   the   same   for   you.   it's   an   old   ache,   long   after   they've   burrowed   deep   into   your   chest   and   settled   there   like   a   weight-   grounding,   an   anchor   point.   even   when   you're   apart,   you   can   still   feel   the   shape   of   them,   it's   like   phantom   pain.   neither   of   you   can   help   but   succumb   to   the   other's   gravity,   yet   neither   of   you   fear   the   collision.   it   means   that   you   trust   them,   that   they   make   you   feel   safe,   that   they   feel   like   home.

          𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘   ──   𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃,  𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒,  𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋,  𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒.  It is agonizingly instinctive,  to wonder why he has decided to grow oh so close to a beast when all he hungers for is an ordinary and customary existence,  one where the very essence of humanity can be felt and experienced and loved and hated.  SHE FEELS DIRTY,  heinous part of an entirely innocent desire that she is destined to taint and blemish with her sole presence:  it has happened in the past already,  after all.  And thus,  she grows colder   /   A muscle somewhere stiffens,  followed suit by her jaw and by the now accelerated and irregular beats of a WITHERED HEART that had foolishly and selfishly hoped for and believed in sentimental redemption,  albeit one of fleeting nature. 

          ❝  I can easily envision what your paradise looks like,  for it is something that I have wished for too,  a long time ago.  ❞   And yet,  is it not foolishly unfair to compare her dreams to his own  ?  IS IT NOT HILARIOUS,  to juxtapose the desires of a human whose humanity had been viciously stolen with the desires of an ancient beast who would never be capable of comprehending what humanity truly betokens  ?  A sigh,  purposely silent yet sorely heavy with unspoken feelings,  slither past rose-tinted tiers and the foxen woman leans back,  cradled by the comfortable fur of furled appendages  (  here it is,  naught but another cold evidence that she has nothing in common with those blessed   /   cursed by humanity  )  .  When she looks back at the prophet,  her bitterness is gone   ──   Hidden,  suffocated,  buried but still festering.   ❝  I hope this paradise is not too far from you.  ❞ 

it   wasn’t   clear   the   extent   of   exhaustion   nor   the   adverse   effects   it   had   on   the   body   until   it   was   completely   shed   to   the   ground,   left   exposed   to   the   lamentable   reality   that   he   was   naught   but   a   mere   puppet.   he   had   realized   that   his   life   was   purely   dominated,   and   it   became   indisputable   how   willing   he   was   to   abandon   the   concept   of   a   vengeful   retreat   for   one   that   promoted   stripping   himself   from   all   malevolent   psyche   and   embrace   the   humanity   still   residing   within.   in   many   ways,   ahri's   assistance   had   altered   the   course   of   his   life   ㅡ   he   began   to   believe   that   a   way   out   was,   for   the   very   first   time,   attainable...   and   had   to   disclose   that   to   hold   the   truth   and   the   hand   of   destiny   was,   after   all,   a   revolting   curse   that   those   who   consumed   him   to   the   very   brim,   were   conscious   of.  

she feels special, not only is she able to see him, but it did not feel like it came with a price, that was, unless he was taxing her as they spoke and she had no idea. luxanna drums her fingers idly at her thighs, rocking on her feet as she waits for him to allow her her chance to speak. “well, i’ll tell you later. for now, i am interested in a fortune.” she smiles to him and takes her seat across form him. ever so the lady that she is, she crosses her legs and holds her hands together in her lap, sitting with her back straightened, and golden hair falling behind her, the picture of sophistication and grace before him.  his voice does draw her in, and a part of her waits with baited breath to hear him speak again, just so she can have something to remember.  “what is in store for me? or is that not the correct way to ask these kinds of thing?” he’s right about her- her curiosity will always be her defining feature, whether she knows it or not.

unprompted ask // open       you seem distant today  ( @demacianmage​​ )

unprompted ask // open     braids some little blossoms into his hair.  ♡ ( @floranthes​ )

ambition

you   have   a   strong   sense   of   potential   and   an   intense   drive   to   accomplish   difficult   things.   the   core   of   this   is   your   ability   to   hold   together   the   big   goals   and   the   daily   efforts.   where   other   people’s   hopes   collapse   when   they   encounter   the   tedium   of   the   journey,   you   keep   coming   back.   oddly,   it   is   actually   your   ability   to   endure   feeling   unheroic   that   counts.   you   know   the   power   of   working   away   solidly   on   what’s   in   front   of   you.

reverence

one   part   of   you   dreams   of   giving   yourself   up   –   perhaps   just   for   a   while   –   to   a   hero   or   mentor.   in   the   right   circumstances   you   can   flourish   by   letting   go   of   your   ego.   in   your   inner   life,   reverence   plays   out   as   a   willing   submission   to   your   own   conscience.   in   the   outside   world,   you   might   get   frustrated   searching   for   something   worth   believing   in   –   a   country,   a   person,   a   company   –   but   you   will   always   be   open   to   feeling   respect,   admiration   and   wonder.

independence you   don’t   set   out   to   be   different   for   its   own   sake;   you   are   more   easily   guided   by   what   interests   and   moves   you.   you   are   more   concerned   about   what   is   right   for   you   than   about   the   pressure   to   fit   in.   in   sex   you   are   more   aware   than   others   of   impulses   which   are   not   entirely   conventional.   you   know   the   value   of   selective   irresponsibility,   of   forgetting   occasionally   about   being   ‘good’.

shyness

part   of   you   is   gripped   by   the   fear   that   you’ll   launch   into   something   and   completely   mess   it   up.   the   upside   of   this   is   wise   caution:   people   are   indeed   often   too   rash,   whereas   you   know,   by   instinct,   that   holding   back   can   save   you.   probably,   you   feel   shame   and   self-disgust   a   bit   too   much.   but   when   you   do   feel   in   your   element,   you   act   with   a   wisdom   and   sensitivity   never   found   in   people   with   thicker   skins.

make your muse as a little rpg character.

unprompted ask // open     gently squints at the other man who looks oddly familiar for some reason, a hand under his chin. hmmm. ( @ringmaster-jack​ )

The sound of footfalls approaching had raised awareness that someone was coming closer.  With food pushed into her cheek, she chews, hidden eyes shifting towards the one closing the distance with tension roused in her shoulders.  He would be confronted by a strange animal skull hiding the sharp gaze of star-kissed violet eyes.  Even the sockets seemed like endless pools of ebony, never offering a back to the darkness held within them.

Seeing a bag lifted towards her, instinct pulled her back with food abandoned to the ground - all but the bit hanging from her lips - so she might free her hands and prepare for a fight.  She was not welcoming of this gift.  It only granted tension and hostility from the petite woman.  Even for her size she seemed fierce.  Feral.  Ready to snap a hand off if he insisted upon stretching it out towards her more.

She doesn’t need his pity.  His hospitality.  His – Surely he wanted something in return.  Even if half of her visage was obscured, there’s a level of suspicion in the way she holds herself.  “It’s enough.”  She remarks chillingly.  Her accent that of someone of high society.. but muddled a bit.. And clearly Noxian for those who could distinguish the differences of Valoran’s locations.  “What do you want..” a demand less than a question.  She would not be so open to an offering of help by a stranger.

shadows   of   war   graced   that   alien   gaze   and   profuse   sorrow   seemed   to   gnaw   at   them   savagely,   yet   surprise   did   not   come   to   the   lineaments   that   carved   the   exhaustion   of   sleepless   nights   ㅡ   instead,   intrigued   he   became   with   the   hostility   returned,   expecting   naught   but   (   mayhap   )   silent   gratitude.   thence   he   retreated   the   bag,   examining   the   throbbing   heart   through   the   crestfallen   look,   nodding   his   head   as   if   transmitting   understanding.   he   too,   had   a   handful   of   hesitation.