#gmblc

Wait… but isn’t there usually 5 skins in a Star Guardian set…? There’s only 4… WHICH MEANS SG SONA COULD HAPPEN AND MAYBE IS STILL IN THE WORKS ?

// *gently puts her hand on your shoulder and smiles sadly, shaking her head*

Xayah, Rakan and Neeko were Ahri’s old team, along with Miss Fortune. Team of five.

i mean, who isnt tbh?

“Woah! How do you shuffle like that?!” 

Nunu just leans forward in his seat, baffled on how a simple man could throw around cards so gracefully! Willump was mesmerized too! Humans could really be something else!

Both the child and yeti were just watching Twisted Fate’s hands nonchalantly fly through the deck, making the cards turn this way and that. 

They waited until Twisted Fate was done before giving him a round of applause. Willump actually giving him a standing ovation. 

“No! No that’s— that’s exactly the part that I can’t accept here.” A storm already lies in the eyes that turn to see him. Uneasy, dark orbs shadowed by the marks on her face as she seeks for the strength to continue. To elaborate in a moment where not only the subject is far from controversial, but also,  while fighting the guilt that lies underneath the skin of her throat. Guilt, yes. For not only the thought of a creature being consumed by the fire was enough to haunt her mind, but also, the prominent fact that she has dragged some of those criminals right to the hands of the people with the torches was too much to handle for now.

Too much for the understanding of a world that got even more complex and scarier with every turn she took.

The vastaya shakes her head, and with pressed lips, she turns her eyes to the city once more. Quiet as she takes in the image of the constructions and the ocean ahead. Bilgewater, with its thousand souls that sleep, and walked and survived with what they had; how many of them could remain stainless in a place like the one she had seen so far?

dangerous     💜

i would die for that man.

unprompted || always accepting.

She knows she heard him, there’s no way to deny that specific part. She knows it, but trying to understand and come with a reaction for what she had just heard is the most difficult thing she has had to do so far. 

A’koh looks at him, and the dark eyes of the vastaya get fixed on his own as if trying to find an addition to his phrase that she could actually analyze. Cut in little pieces that made more sense than this silence and their breathing. But she can’t. And her mouth gets caught between opening and closing with words that don’t have any form. Questions that she doesn’t ask as she looks down and wonders: why? Why her from all people? Why do that in this time and place?

Just… why?

Yet, it’s impossible not to notice the seconds passing by, and the guilt that such produces makes the girl look up with a frown and a smile. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please don’t— don’t think that I—” The struggle to finish that line ending up in pressed lips and a second effort to find the right words. Something that could resemble the conflict taking place in her head. Like— would it be telling him ‘ I love you too ‘ what she wants to say or what he deserves to hear? Are those the same? She doesn’t know, but as she deliberates that decision her hands keep close to him. Fidgeting with the shapes of his clothes and softly feeling the skin that hides beneath. 

She is scared, and she is happy. And she can’t understand how a person can feel those two at the very same time. 

AAAA wow !!! You’re beautiful !