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   ❝ okay, sooo-- how do i put this ? ❞

       mechanical hand on her hip, the organic hand runs through the bangs that stick to her forehead, an attempt to gather her nerve for her confrontation with her comrade. when giving others a piece of her mind, gaige had no problem with beating them with the receiving end of her reality-check stick ; with ekko...

       why did it make her heart sink when the thought of bringing guilt to his face entered her mind ?

       pushing that anxiety aside, the redhead intakes a breath through her nose, a long, annoyed sigh following after. 

  ❝ look, you’re a lot of things, but you’re not subtle. even when i’ve specifically told you not to, i know when you’ve shifted time. ❞ emerald greens look over at the other with an aggressive, but familiar intensity. “ when i talk to you, i just-- i just-- ❞

       hands begin to motion wildly, as if trying to reel her words from her mind & out of her mouth, into the harsh openness. words begin falling from her lips at a faster pace, as if her confession was the solution to a ticking time bomb that is her white-haired comrade.

  ❝ aside from witty comebacks, it doesn’t feel like i’m talking to a person. like-- it’s like, you’ve gone back & loaded in a save file before some important interaction & you just-- ❞ hands come together in a prayer-like fashion. another quick intake of breath, her quickened speech continuing.

  ❝ i get that you have good intentions, i know that your gadget has saved many asses, whether they’re deserving or not. but when you use it so you can tell me what i need to hear, or to avoid hurting my feelings, it.. doesn’t feel real. it feels rehearsed, like some game.. that shit makes me uncomfortable as hell, man... ❞

   Approaching closer, bowing a little to the other, a sign of respect if you will, she looked at the others... rather metallic shiny purse—————❛ Forgive me if I sound rude, but what’s with the.... metal gem purse? I’ve never seen anyone dressed like you before. ❜

“Another child messing with time?”

“... Another?”

“Believe it or not, Zilean was once a babe as well.”

“Disgusting.”

“Hold, what do you have against old people?”

“Nothing. They’re just... decrepit. And stupid.”

“... And the moral of this is...?”

“Don’t get old!”

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         THIS ROAD NEVER DID LEAD TO ROME;  it instead promised a destination grander and far more fulfilling than any she had ever known, an end to her story that would surpass all expectations she had of herself, and so, Taliyah remembers leaving home with little but courage in her pockets. It had kept her going thus far, and that same courage would deliver time again and again, though all the long days and sleepless nights she would endure on this never-ending trail into crushing uncertainty, and festering doubt that had persisted longer than she would ever admit  —  but was Taliyah one to ever give up?  Nay, she would remind herself, and so had pressed on until the final door, impatience driving her to throw the door wide open and rush into what lay beyond that last step forwards.

          ——–and what of Rome? Ha! This road never lead to Rome in the first place  —  but to a tomorrow that started with a today atop a pleasant ferry ride across the water. From her vantage point leaning on the guardrails, the sea itself  (  and the future too, if she dared to be metaphorical  )  was too stunning a sight to remark on, and when Taliyah hears him draw up besides her to lean on the same railing, her hand slips out of her pocket and into his, a warm squeeze in order when Ekko looks to the horizon and riddles everybody and nobody in particular.

          “   And every night an answer !!   ”   she replies without skipping a beat, or letting her smile hint at the doubts that had allayed her till now. Had they disappeared completely? No, it would seem they still lingered on, but with every whiff of seaspray that graces Ekko and every subsequent second of Taliyah’s rich laughter that passes by, the doubts that eat at her diminish little by little.

          One day, Taliyah will wake up without feeling afraid at all, and that morning would crown her as the happiest woman in the world. but now?  —————  she had freedom, and she had Ekko at her side. A meager combination, some would comment, but for her, it was more than plenty.

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AH, the boy-genius from zaun—the same one that refused any guidance he could offer, adamantly refused anything that came from his city. part of jayce wants to call the boy arrogant, but he knows himself well enough that he has no authority to call him so. if anything, in the realm of academics, jayce has always been just as bad, just as haughty, just as insufferable, but to think he’d deny resources over some sort of local pride is… well, he can’t deny it.

it stings the defender’s pride more than he cares to admit, his expression clouding with a bit of distaste as he’s asked about the zaunite prodigy. it seems like one too many prodigies from the undercity were eager to fall away from his favor, be them his contemporaries or not. 

lips pursed as he ponders over his choice of words, jayce merely shrugs, trying to look unaffected but failing as his semblance is knit a little tighter than desired, if only by virtue of frustration. “a bright kid, for sure. it’s not every day we hear of time-warping devices, yeah?” shifting on the chair he’s sat, he crosses one leg over a knee; he doesn’t like to remember failures and having been unable to convince ekko to work with him could count as one. “bit too reckless according to what’s said, but bright either way and that’s not a compliment i make lightly.” and it isn’t. the renowed inventor is nothing short of insufferable when it comes to academic and intellectual standards -- his praise to that comes sparsely, and when it does, it’s most certainly deserved.

he wishes it wasn’t, then he’d feel less insulted, likely.

ah well. not even he can win every time.

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⭐️ stargazing 

Trying to get a good view of the stars from Zaun was hard, if not impossible on most nights.  The light pollution (and pollution in general) just made it too difficult.  And with Piltover visible from certain parts of Zaun and how much light Piltover also gave off, you were lucky to see one star amidst the sea of black.

But Nasus had been around since before Zaun was even created.  He had learned many spots that would give him clear view of the sky.

Of course, that meant taking the young man out of the city.  Which is also relatively easy to do, if you know where to look.

“The Warrior constellation was established after my brother, Renekton.  He was one of our best warriors, rivaled only by Aatrox.  Many of the stars in the sky were named after Ascended, convinced that we would last just as long as the stars.”

It wasn’t a mountain, but the sheer cliff provided them with a good view of the sky.  Just far enough away that the light pollution would be minimal, to show Ekko the stars.  Nasus had pointed out what he could to the curious young man, but there was only so much time in the night and he could go on and on.