#compasswithin

ez takes her in a big hug!!!

                    𝘴𝘩𝘦   𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴   𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧   𝘣𝘦   𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥   𝘰𝘧𝘧   𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥   &   𝘴𝘱𝘶𝘯   𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥   ;   in   ezreal's   arms,   it   feels   like   she   weights   nothing   —   all   her   worries   &   troubles   taken   away,   always   heavy   upon   her   shoulders   now   somewhere   else,   far,   far,   far   from   where   she's   in   this   moment.   happy,   uncaring,   she   can   smile   &   the   sun   shines   brighter   upon   hearing   her   laugh   and   giggle.

                    arms   soon   wrap   around   the   explorer's   neck   and   lips   find   lips   in   a   soft   kiss   ;   radiance   seeps   through   her   skin.   with   him,   her   light   never   fades   /   with   him,   her   light   never   dims.

" lux... who is this darius? "

                    𝘶𝘩   𝘰𝘩.   a   question   that   could   not   be   avoided,   of   which   the   rabbit   knew,   yet   did   not   prepare   in   advance   for   reasons   unknown.   now,   she   gets   to   wonder   :   why   didn't   she   exactly   think   this   through   beforehand,   before   this   disaster   of   an   inquiry   was   spoken   aloud?

                    the   pause   is   a   little   too   long   to   brush   it   off   ;   feigning   ignorance   /   nonchalance   won't   do   much   一   ezreal,   albeit   often   clumsy   and   chaotic,   is   very   perceptive   of   all   her   tellls,   and   so   luxanna   opts   for   some   concealed   honesty.

                    ❝   he   was   once   the   protector   of   stripes,   ❞   she   says,   vaguely   ;   name   of   the   tiger   slips   past   her   lips   &   it   feels   so   natural   一   after   all,   the   new   guardian   refers   to   his   spirit   by   it's   name   and   not   type.   it's   an   unfamiliar   thing.   darius   never一

                    ❝   and   he   was,   and   still   is,   one   of   my   best   and   most   trusted   allies.   friends.   ❞

                    dismissively,   she   waves   her   hand   as   if   to   change   the   subject   ;   as   if   to   prove   there's   nothing   more   to   the   story   一   nothing   interesting   to   share   anymore,   which   is   a   lie,   but   luxanna   did   answer   ezreal's   question   in   a   way,   and   wasn't   dishonest.   just...   decided   to   not   mention   certain   connections   (   their   hands   holding   ),   situations   (   their   lips   meeting   ),   emotions   (   their   hearts   breaking   ).

@weavewithin ⸺ prompts; always accepting !

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YASUO REGARDING EZREAL;

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

@compasswithin asked: " Whatever you say, it always feels … like you're holding something against me. " 一 from heartsteel EZ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 | 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

                     Of all members of 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋 ( other than his twin of course ), Aphelios has always felt closest to Ezreal. Maybe it wasn't a sentiment he openly expresses — by now it's no secret that he wasn't the best at handling his feelings and worse at expressing them through anything other than lyrics. Despite the little time they've known each-other compared to some others though it just felt ... easier to talk && riff with him.

                     ( though his over-enthusiasm could get a little much at times )

                     Raising his head a little too fast from where he'd been idly staring at swirling patterns of steam rising from coffee on the table ; eyes blinking wide with confusion. How the teal-haired man had ended up with that conclusion evades him completely. Wracking his brain to think on any interactions they've had that would lead him to think like that brings nothing to mind either.

                     Has his teasing finally reached a breaking point ?? Or maybe his friend has always been just far too kind to tell him when the jokes pass a threshold into discomfort. Or maybe he really is just that unapproachable to others. Regardless of why, he knows he has to make it right somehow. The crushing weight of guilt wracking his body so suddenly all but demands it.

                     ❛ If ... I've done something to make you feel like that then I apologise. ❜ All of the feigned confidence his friends are so used to seeing from him quickly ebbs away, replaced by an uncertainty in his own words. ❛ There's nothing for me to hold against you Ez. We're friends. You're one of the most skillful && hardworking people I know && you deserve everything that you've earned from that. ❜

ᅳ ● ☾ ⭑ @compasswithin

THERE is a long, drawn out sigh that slips past the lunari's lips as his darkened gaze looks aimlessly at the clouded night sky. his travels had become more fruitless than not and rather than feeling like he was getting closer it felt like each step forward was two to three steps back. neither he nor his twin seem to have any reliable leads and the longer they go without results the more hopeless aphelios feels.

normally when all feels lost he would take a moment to glance up at the moon and seek some form of comfort, but with the night sky shrouded in the darkness of a cloudy night it is nigh impossible to seek the moon behind the darkness. despite his twin's reassurance it still eats at him. outwardly he shows the same poker face he does anywhere else but internally he can't help but find some blame in his limitations. were he able to go without rest or were he able to traverse quicker maybe he'd be further along. he isn't too sure but it's frustrating and all too easy to blame himself for their shortcomings.

@compasswithin ✧.*  send  ♡  to  see  what  my  muse  thinks  of  yours.

●●●●○  |  attraction ●●●●○  |  affection ●●●●○  |  interest ●●●●●  |  loyalty ●●○○○  |  trust

we're  just  exposing  her  here  huh  aren't  we!!!  what  plays  an  important  role  in  our  stories  is  that  ezreal  lied  to  lux  &&.  then  revealed  the  truth  and  thus  her  trust  is...  broken,  but  to  ez's  defence  —  he  had  a  valid  reason  to  lie  and  lux  is  overreacting  a  bit.  ANYWAY.  them,  your  honor.  them.

He blinked, vision slowly sharpening, little aches beginning to surface as the rest of his senses stirred. It was then that he became aware of the presence across the cell and jolted. It was one mean-looking man, the type the explorer wouldn't poke even with a stick the length of a mineshaft ladder.

" Ugh, great. I have to share the cell. This was shaping up so easy as well. "

As Ezreal shook his head in defeat, he noticed the cut pieces of rope and sack-cloth on the floor beside himself. Oh. Oh.

" Erm. I mean, wow, thanks. You know, you look a lot more evil than you are. Probably. "

一 From @compasswithin

@compasswithin ⸺ unprompted inquiries; always accepting !

This was the sort of place that the ronin was no stranger to — the musty stench, thick air, and uncomfortable bindings — though to be here once more meant he slipped up and managed to get caught, again. It's happened so many times that it is nothing more than a mere nuisance at this point, a constant game of cat and mouse with bandits who play dirty in the night. His captors always failed to anticipate the fact he didn't need his blade to use the wind.

And this time he wasn't alone, whoever this poor soul might be, definitely found themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time. Yasuo had woken up far sooner than his counterpart and made quick work of his bindings as soon as whoever was looking over them was no longer keeping an eye on them, and promptly did the same for his cellmate. He did give them a quick once-over to make sure they weren't horrifically injured, and once they checked out, he opted to sit and wait for the stranger to wake up on their own. Doing so gave Yasuo some time to deliberate on a plan decent enough to escape.

Once he heard his cellmate wake and subsequently speak, Yasuo cocked a brow, finding amusement in their words. Seems like whoever this was, they were no stranger to situations such as this. That boosted his confidence in their success — because there was no way he would leave someone behind like this, so all the better they could stand up and fight if it came to that. And it certainly would come to that.

Yasuo shrugs at the other's choice of words, the smallest of smirks tugging at the corner of his lip. He takes note of their spoken dialect, and adjusts accordingly. "Probably," he attempts at a jest, but his hoarse voice doesn't do him any favors. After a moment he rises to his feet and peeks about their surroundings just as he'd done earlier, double checking the area. He turns his attention back on his cellmate, pulling himself away from the cell bars and deeper in their shared prison so they aren't overheard. "I have no intention of staying in here. And I assume it would be the same for you." Yasuo begins, matter-of-factly. "You look bright," he nudges his chin in the direction of their cell door, "tell me what you can assess."