#fireblamed

For a while, Yone had forgotten what his current situation entailed. Riven had this unique way about her that made Yone forget whatever had troubled him. Be it her body, her mind, her words. Everything about her just made him feel... different. It took his mind off its normal worrying cycle.

But now, Riven broke the silence between them. The blissful space after intimacy. And Yone noticed the dark cloud looming over him again. It's true. He had to go. He was the only one who could stop him. He at least had the best chance.

The swordsman gazed at his lover. So ethereal. He did not want to leave. But he had to. He wanted to stay with her. Feel her embrace, her warmth, her acceptance. Her her voice, her fingers over his skin. Watch her, all day. Whatever she did, he found himself seeing nothing more beautiful in life.

But he had to go.

It was his fate. His duty. He had failed once, already. He could not afford to fail again.

🎤 + something to talk about and I’ll make voice recording 

{🗡} — The mischievous & playful curl of her lips was unavoidable, seeing this Lady once more – or better say, the one owner of the enchanted sword, a shame it broke wasn’t it? However, there was no time right now for thinking on those vicissitudes, as she only dedicated Riven a falsely kind & generous glare. Her features softening as her voice became soft-spoken & silky. “Why don’t we work together, my Dear? Perhaps, for now, it would be better to help each other than fall in absolute despair as some had, don’t you agree?” Taking one of the pieces of bread she had broken a nose for, she offered it to the former soldier. “For dinner, you must be hungry aren’t you?”

There was a smile on her lips before walking some steps away, but keeping the gaze on her occasionally as looking around for resources that could help her them for the following night. –Yet hearing the birds above getting too anxious gave her a terrible, & acute pain in her chest, as if the vines of thorns around her heart were tightening & piercing the strained muscle on her chest.

–The Enchantress simply looked behind her to see Riven, attempting to brush away those feelings of sorrow...

“We may do best if we split, let’s find each other around here at dusk… – does it sound well for you, Dear?”

Zaun was... Humid, more than anything. But Shurima had the sun blazing down, and it was unforgiving. She’d complained before about the climate in her home, but... She finds herself missing it.

And needing to deal with─bandits?─was an issue she had not needed to deal with. She should have prepared for the possibility─stupid of her not to.

The numerous hills provide decent-enough hiding spots for the natives of the land, she supposes. They, surely, had learned to deal with the heat. Abaddon could be wrong, but she has some trouble assuming that they reserve their aggressions for outsiders alone. She’s not willing to bet that, under this climate, Shurima GETS many visitors. 

Twisting her hand around the chain of her weapon, she tugs hard & her spearhead is released from the corpse’s flesh, gently splattering her shin in the process. 

❝Ugh!❞ Her teeth grind in displeasure, but it isn’t the first time she’s gotten blood on herself. Won’t be the last, either.

There’s a stinging in her thigh from a gash that one of the men had managed, but she’s unable to give it any attention when she sees a figure from the corner of her eye.

She turns swiftly, weapon in hand as she stares the stranger down - almost in question. ❝You too?❞ She challenges, unsure. It may not be the wisest choice to invite the other to strike first, but Abaddon is not here to kill without need, either.

But if she’s just a citizen... The blood-soaked sand, and the two bodies behind her... Will not make her look stellar.

Shit.

“No. What you did was a mistake. Everything I do is for Noxus, no matter how antagonizing the perspective may be for you. 

Riven puts a hand on her chest, then quickly turns her head towards the fire in hopes of hiding the red that spread across her cheeks. She had not realized the other woman's beauty until she'd a clear glimpse under starlight and campfire. 

Nidalee didn’t notice Riven’s observant gaze or slow approaching hand to her chest. She was too distracted by the flicker of the camp fire they had made together. There was something so enticing about a flame, the way it danced and moved caused memories and imagined thoughts to spiral. It wasn’t until the hand was firmly placed on her chest that she tore her eyes away, matching Riven’s own. Then just as quickly it was there, it was gone. Nidalee’s eyebrows furrowed and her head tilted, lips slightly parted.

“Is something wrong?” Nidalee’s hand reached out and grabbed Riven’s own. She didn’t mean anything by it, she wasn’t too well versed on romantic gestures made by humans or other “civilized” folk. Instead, she was feeling it for any signs of maladies or other impairment.

“Are you cold?” Without waiting for an answer, Nidalee unclipped the fur she wore across her shoulders and placed them on Riven’s instead. After this, she placed the back of her hand on her cheek, testing the temperature there. Warm, and if she was cold it would make sense that her body was trying to heat itself up.

A hand pressed against a tree, his other on his chest as he tried to steady his breathing. Dripping blood to the ground, his fingers dug in to the tree trunk a before he spun around.

"I know someone is there!" He strained his eyes, scanning the area around him. "Quit hiding, come out!"

|| " Loyalty?... " it was entirely obvious by the slight crowning of her brows and her slightly widened eyes were a tell tale sign she was bot amused by these words... especially coming from a Noxian legend thought dead.

" I have no loyalty, who do you think did this to me?! " her voice raised, an arm flexing upwards with such fist balled up tight, a piece of her armor crumpled into a messy, jagged ball, which then dropped with a loud thud.