#claggrot

 He drew back from the apprentice, a bit shocked by the outburst. The surprise was quickly overtaken by a sympathetic stare. Claggor had been working so hard lately, trying to balance his life in Piltover with his home of Zaun. He, too, knew what it was like to be caught between the cities.

 The Young Innovator's Competition was quickly approaching, and he looked like he had been spending most of his time preparing. There were a lot of expectations placed on those Heimerdinger brought into his fold. Viktor knew that from personal experience.

 He leaned a little harder on his cane, and adjusted his foot to step forward. “Claggor…” he said calmly, leaning around to look at his face. “I know it can seem like a lot, the studies, the projects, the deadlines, but the dean of the academy has faith in you, and his judgement is rarely misplaced.” He stood up straight as he could, smiling as he picked up a piece of chalk. “Now,” he began, already starting to write up an equation on the near by board. “No one said it was against the rules for me to help you.”

@claggrot said: patch.

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ⚙︎ . *. ⋆ IT'S NOT THAT SERIOUS OF A wound, jayce initially thought. he managed to keep his balance standing up from where he'd fallen, able to walk in a relatively straight line without any pain on his way back to his room. but it had been a few hours, more than enough time for the dull ache to set in, and before long he'd experience a pain that felt as though his ribs were breaking apart. he found himself CRAWLING from his room to the hallway just outside, the area more deserted than he'd seen it in a long time.

thankfully, just as the hope for finding nearby help was starting to fade ( and the stubbornness ), claggor happening to cross his path. he's wondering what the other is doing in the more residential spaces of the academy, but he's distracted from his thoughts by the stabs of pain in his side, where he'd collided with the ground earlier. for the next few moments his consciousness is controlled completely by agony and confusion, and he finds himself back in his comfortable bed, the other wrapping a SUPPORT around his middle to keep the wounded area cushioned.

❝ thanks. ❞ it almost takes the wind out of him getting the word out. ❝ but ... we might wanna get someone else. i think something's broken. ❞

His attention waned just a little bit, as adjusted the strap slung over his shoulder. Making sure that the medical supplies inside were at no risk of spilling out. Taking a corner nearly right slam into somebody- quickly stepping aside before collision leaving only a mildly bit of contact from the bag swinging in reaction to things.

spotify wrapped, accepting!

@claggrot wrote: 🎁 for main verse or any other verses please? i do have other verses if you’re interested in my other verses. song generated: willow tree march by the paper kites

"success is a song of the heart, not a song of your bed."

❝ hey, you should tell mylo to stop punching down on powder so much, claggor. or else ill do something about his mouth. ❞ hoota warned. his attitude wasn't toward claggor. he was nice, and big brother-like. mylo, the same, but he was mean-spirited for no reason, sometimes. the kid was taller than him, but height didn't mean much to little man.

🎁 II Prompt II Song #94 Backslide by TOP

"Stop—," she quickly interrupts. She knew where he was going with this. He doesn't do it often, but he does it often enough that it manages to pull her back to her roots. Enough to rain on her parade whenever she feels like she had just made a stride in getting rid of all the baggage that weighed her down, of all the feelings about herself that she'd rather bury.

It wasn't his fault, not really. If she had truly rid of it, him bringing up old things wouldn't bother her so much. Him hinting at the possibility of maybe, just maybe, going a different way. But it was too much for her to bear to think of starting it all over again. She couldn't.

❝ Oh, oh! It’s you! ❞ Jinx laughed, tearing her fingers through her hair. ❝ Riiiight! You, you! ❞ The shadows were moving around them. Flashes of Mylo’s face lingered right above this imposter’s head. His claws bore down, not quite touching the restrained visage, and she laughed harder. Jinx slammed her foot down on the chair she’d tied Claggor to, her wild eyes staring down at him as a manic grin split over her face.

There's something familiar about him. Something that looms unspeaking in her mind. But he’s not in her head, he’s standing right there and she can’t think. Her brain is all muddled and fuzzy and there’s a white noise that can’t seem to clear. Her voice is small, childlike and uneasy.