#dancisto

@dancisto​

"Little one.” Aurelion called. His projection could be found laying on the grass, on top of a hill. Of the few things he enjoyed about that little planet were the small things, the details in the scenaru. When it wasn’t full of buildings of course. “Don’t you think it’s dangerous to you to get so attached to me?”

Aatrox walked calmly through the woods, his banner-like wings flowing softly behind him. The Darkin Blade had been drawn to all the conflict in Ionia like a moth to a flame... At first it was the Noxian Invasion, and now is was a battle between Ionians over the very nature of their ideals. Aatrox marched ever onward, the strife and resentment of the people calling out to him... But as he walked, he noticed something nearby; what seemed to be a remote tent in the middle of the woods. Aatrox stopped, and looked around to see if he could spot the tent’s owner.

"...Think I rec'nize that gait... used to listen to performances someone like you mighta been in... well, weren't it fer all them metal bits."

Motto please I AM UNWORTHY;-;. I’m actually just average at best and channel them good vibes and ok writing from the god sent of good beans I get to meet. Like you for instance <3. 

“You might be one of the few to actually realise that, Irelia.”

His tail swayed and he knocked down something. Ops.

“Thank you, my friend. I shall take care of this precious globe as if it was one of my own stars.”