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"That was our flower," Rio didn't need to express a direct tone exactly. Her facial expressions spoke almost as much as the vows they originally took themselves.

"Funny that, isn't it? It symbolised death. Just like you killed our marriage. I knew you were a florist, but to stand by what the flower 'symbolises' in your words. No wonder you kill everything you touch," Agatha emphasised.

"You killed the flower," Rio attempted to justify.

Kinktober Day 20 Vibes. I have nothing to say for myself here.

Sneak peek

“Leave this place? Why would we leave this place?” Remus frowned as he stood there, staring at Romulus. His head fell to the side trying to wonder what he meant by leaving this place. He found he quite liked it there and the woman who took care of them was nice. He had been on his own before and it wasn’t something that he enjoyed at all. 

Because Boston and Nick know... but no one else, right?

Now, nothing might come of this information, but somehow, I feel like Mew would want to know this and finding out, let's say from Sand (or Boston, or Nick) probably wouldn't sit well with him given his current spiral.

Maybe someone should, I don't know, tell him. For science.

this is my default for all interactions in a modern setting , please ask specifically for K/DA if you’re looking for idol akali.

name:  akali jhomen tethi nickname:  kali, rogue age:  23 birthday:  may 11 star sign:  taurus gender:  cis female pronouns:  she/her orientation:  bisexual ethnicity:  japanese & korean nationality:  japanese

height:  5′3 build:  athletic / muscular in the arms & legs hair colour:  black hair length:  tailbone  eye colour:  deep brown, appear red in some light skin colour:  tanned, olive undertones scars:  

education level:  home schooled until 16 occupation:  assassin / mercenary , affiliated with the tokyo yakuza 

BACKGROUND.

[ bracketed is for modern fantasy verses only ].  tw. for implied sexual assault.  ( not the case but worded in such a way that it could trigger someone ).  minor tw for alcoholism at the end.

you grow up under the keen eye of the kinkou  :  an organisation with balance as its core tenet. [ balance between mankind and spirits, that’s how it’s painted to you as you grow up. ]  you exist to enforce this balance, to maintain it without judgement. under your mother’s wing you don’t question it  --  you just want to make her proud. but you don’t, you can’t be what she wants when her eyes are elsewhere, caring more for the girl she wishes you would be. 

at just nine years old you lose everything. a wayward acolyte returns to the kinkou and slaughters your people  --  your friends, the people you’ve come to call family. you don’t understand. how could a child understand? you close your eyes and try to forget. you’re brought to safety in the mountains beyond the temple, accompanied by your mother and a handful of other acolytes. 

the kinkou try to rebuild, with your mother’s expectations building tenfold in the wake of your father’s death. you push yourself to your limits, forcing yourself to be good enough to inherit your mother’s title. at fourteen you start your official training, and your talent soon becomes clear to those who matter. your handiwork with both kama and kunai is second to none, [ even regardless of your lack of magical talent. ] each passing day is spent not only training but studying, though it is through these lessons you learn just how complacent the kinkou have been.

mortals die every day and nothing is done to stop them. balance seems to be less about saving people and more about being complacent. you can’t stand it. everything you’ve trained for seems like a lie. at sixteen you confront your leader, denouncing the kinkou’s ways and leaving everything you’ve known behind. it’s a mistake, but you refuse to listen to more of their precocious lies.

the outside world is tougher than you first imagined. there’s no safety to be had in numbers, and no familiarity in these cold, mean streets. with not a penny to your name you rest wherever you can, using the skills you’ve trained since birth to steal whatever you can without getting caught. you slowly begin to realise that without violence, there’s nothing left of you. a weapon is all you are.

and so you decide to use violence to your own advantage. you lie in wait outside the most popular clubs, waiting for the rich and inebriated to come stumbling out. you corner them, a knife to their throat  --  even with a clear disadvantage in build, you know how to end things quickly. the only thing your mother taught you was how to kill. 

a year goes by with little change: you make just enough money to survive, and frequent an apartment that lets you stay there for cheap. it’s a far cry from the comfortable life you lived before, but it makes you feel more alive. 

eventually, your luck runs out. you threaten the wrong man, and you’re forced to make a choice: put your skills to good use for him, or die nameless in a ditch somewhere. your immediate answer makes him smile  --  a sickening image that’ll never burn out of your mind. you see it in your dreams, sometimes.

he drags you by the arm to his car, breathing his liquor loaded breath all over you for the entire journey. you’re handed booze, cigarettes, who knows what else. you’re in no position to refuse, so you do as you’re told. the rest of the journey and whatever happened that night remains a mystery.

you awaken branded, a fresh wound on your hip to remind you who you belong to now. a cell phone rings beside you and you fumble to pick it up, answering with a slurred ‘whaddayawant’ only to be reminded who is on the other end. he gives you your first job, instructions spelled out clearly and concisely. you’re to put an end to a rival, quick and clean. just like that, years of learning to kill are finally put to the test.

when you stand over the body, you feel nothing. no remorse, no sadness... only relief. you only did what you were born to do, after all. you’ve earned your keep, impressed those that matter. it’s all you care about. what a far cry from the balance you’d set out to uphold. you spend your first pay recklessly, hoping the dopamine rush will distract you from the life you’ve fallen into.

Besides dad eddie, I've been loving the ones where vecna has the reader & eddie is the one to save you