#inposturas

    “Of course they’re dead.”

    The tea is rich, macadamia, and much like the Demon’s fatality rate, a sugar content nearing one-hundred percent. In fact, he pays LeBlanc only the heed she affords him-- which is to say very little, only occasionally glancing from his cup to her face and back down to the brown-white.

    “They’ve simply not discovered it so just yet. As of right now, it’s hidden.”

   Whether behind a curtain or a noose, Jhin isn’t keen on saying. The air of nonsequitur and mystery finds him often enough to be fond of it: after all, they were dead, and therefore the rest of it had been left to him from sculpture to reveal. He hid it only so that it could elevate the viewing experience of whomever unlucky enough to uncover it, gaping jaws and all.

    He fancies a look at LeBlanc. “It’s not like you to be concerned with my work. Are you afraid I’m getting soft?”

The words resonate with Morgana, as she has made the same statement many times before. Though Noxus was the most tolerable place she’d ever taken up residence in, there were few here whom she held a level of respect for, but the Matron was certainly one of them. 

“How right you are.” She agrees with a knowing smile, steeped with a bitter edge. “The so-called history mortals spew is tainted from the truth of events past.

Morgana knew this all too well. Of the rebellion that had been incited in the heavens so long ago, she was the only survivor of those who had chosen not to re-assimilate. The Angels would spin the tale of the wicked traitors who fought to destroy, not the tail of the oppressed denied their freedom to be different, who were cut down like dogs. 

It was for this reason, and her own thirst for vengeance, that Morgana walked among mortals. The truth lived on with her, and so long as she drew breath, their history was not lost to the closed-minds of the corrupted righteous. She would preserve it…And when the time came, bring its resurgence. 

“To the victor go the spoils, and the right to pass judgement on those who follow. 

But not until they finish off the dissenters.”

“Black Rose huh? Aren’t they the reason why Noxus is how they are?” Ezreal was speaking to himself while he was going through the timelines, trying to find one where the Black Rose was still active. He knew what would happen to them if the current history would keep going. However he wished to put an end to them sooner rather then later, even if it meant breaking the timelines rather badly it was just to save the life of many, at least that’s what he told himself. In the end it was just another way for him to ‘fix’ something and to hopefully get further away from that reality. 

Once he landed in what he thought was a random timeline, he was now in the middle of what seemed to be a random Noxus back alley. Well, that was annoying, he was hoping to be a bit closer to their base not some place in Noxus. His suit powered down to it’s base form, the cannon disappearing as well so both his arms were now visible. He had to be careful that was for sure. 

It was one that had belonged to her father’s.

Emerald irises stilled for the slightest moment, her mind realizing where her subconscious had led her to during her nightly walks. The Ivory Ward.

No, keep him out of your thoughts. You don’t need to remember.

Katarina shook her head defiantly but her musings persisted “... Why did you have to leave us...” She murmured to herself, not caring for whoever listened around her. She wanted them -- wanted him-- to hear for all it was worth “You never listened.”

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Hi! Sorry if this is shorter than the others, since I have less to go off of, but I’ve gotta say, you really do seem like a fantastic person and a brilliant writer from what I’ve seen. The threads that come onto my dash are always a delight to read, and I see a lot of likes from you on posts, which is always neat. It’s good to see people in the community being so supportive.

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“ I know you won’t. “

Had there been any witnesses to their conversation, they would think the Grand General’s murmur rather sacrilegious. How bold of her to so readily agree! The Matron, after all, did not give her services lightly: even the least perceptive guard soldier understood the weariness of their previous leader whenever dealing with her. To say that she knew without hesitation, without doubt —

But there are no onlookers, no eyes here to say what was and wasn’t said. Instead, there is just Emille, sitting pretty on the throne’s armrest while she makes the closest thing to a promise Riven’s ever heard. 

The privacy grants her the ability to rest a gloved hand on the Matron’s thigh.

MEANINGFUL. | accepting

   “Something to do with that you don’t hire me on the basis of my proclivity to instructions, madam.”

   It’s true-- the Rose summons the Demon and his charge, while certainly not long for this mortal coil, dies the way he orchestrates, not anything passed from the strings of his supposed superiors. Jhin crosses his legs, one hand on his cheek and the other in his lap for the effect of a concentration belied by his (seemingly eternal) smile.

   “Perhaps if you postured with more coin every now and again I might consider the fine print more than a passing gesture. Alas... you don’t.”

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