#fatesfall

She had no words to explain how nervous Ahri could make her feel with just one look. Taller? Check. Beautiful-er? Check. Very VERY intimidating? Triple check. Now imagine trying to lie to her. But against all odds, that’s exactly what she did.

“I had a vision.” Zed paces around her, his boots sifting through the reeds as he steps in and out of the foliage. “That was more important than a home. Than a family.”

It was a vision that he could not accomplish, hindered as he was under that roof. He had suffered years of dwelling in the shadows, overlooked, unrecognized. Toiling away, day and night, trying to be the best student he could be, hadn’t resulted in anything. Kusho never acknowledged him apart from the rest. He could never stand apart from everyone else. Especially Shen.

And what did that lead to, when they came across the most dangerous criminal in Ionian history?

They didn’t listen to him. Zed told him to slit his throat, and end the Golden Demon’s life there. Instead, the man was placed behind bars and left to languish in Zhyun. Or so Master Kusho thought.

Kusho was wrong. The Kinkou were wrong. And Zed was determined to burn those bridges, start over, and do things the right way. His way. If turning his back on them was the cost, then it was a small price to pay.

essence-flux-primed said: damn I can’t believe I’m about to throw down with the ugliest guardian of all

fortunesfall said: This is why I preferred talking to Xayah 

bring mommy kat back

✧— Has he mentioned lately how pretty Lux is? No? Well, it’s not like anyone on his team would understand anyway. Soraka, maybe, but no one else. Anyway, so her eyes twinkle like starlight, and her mouth is...

✧— How should he put this? Ezreal’s still new to the whole Star Guardian deal, so he’s a little ... rough around the edges. He mastered flying like he was born to do it (and really, Ezreal often feels like he was), but the whole fighting thing is ... not his forte. It sure seems like it at the time, but afterwards when he’s shuffling around the house with a bruise on his leg so swollen that it hurts to walk, or a burn on his shoulder so intense that he only wears a shirt for the sake of Soraka (and sometimes even that won’t motivate him).