#knightsvows

𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙼𝚂  𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙻𝙴  𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷  𝙰  𝙳𝙰𝚂𝙷  of  exhilaration,  pupils  dilating  to  near  microscopic  dots  at  miranda's  words.  she  stumbles  on  a  response,  brain  sputtering  like  a  tired  engine  running  on  empty.  working  for  cerberus  would  be  the  opportunity  of  a  lifetime,  advancing  medical  science  far  𝙱𝙴𝚈𝙾𝙽𝙳  the  current  realm  of  understanding.  however,  there  is  an  obstacle  she  can't  seem  to  shake,  and  refuses  to  jump  over  on  the  grounds  of  rumors  bordering  on  truth.  unethical  and  brutal  experimentation.  it's  a  line  doctor  chambers  won't  cross,  no  matter  how  glorious  the  bridge  and  green  the  grass  is  on  the  other  side.  nothing  excuses  torture.

❝  as  tempting  as  your  proposal  sounds  ⎯  i'm  going  to  have  to  decline.  ❞  a  polite  smile  twitches  at  the  edges  of  rebecca's  mouth,  grateful  for  the  operative's  𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙸𝚃𝚈  nonetheless.  ❝  my  loyalties  lie  with  the  alliance,  but  i  appreciate  your  proposal,  and  am  honored  you  thought  to  include  me.  i  hold  your  opinion  in  high  regard,  and  with  the  utmost  respect...  so  ⎯  thanks  for  the  confidence  boost,  miranda.  ❞

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@knightsvows - for Shepard | not accepting!

As the night continues on in the Silver Sun Casino, some begin to leave after having spent all of their credits on the machines, or at the bar, or some combination of both. It's getting late, but after several glasses of wine, Shepard stays close to the effervescent Miss Lawson, arm around the small of her back. Together, dressed to the nines, they remain next to perfect, even as the alcohol tinges their cheeks pink and puts a sway to their step.

'One more'', Miranda protests as they stand by the roulette table. Alice indulges her with her own credits this time, betting on red like they have been all night, in honour of that damn dress - the fabric of which feels soft and silky to her calloused finger tips, though she begins to wonder what it might look like on the apartment floor.

taken from pinterest.

         bethany couldn’t help but scoff, her eyes rolling back in a way that their mother would deem unladylike. being able to travel with the wardens had given her a new, grander view of the world, one that was far more sophisticated than that of farmers in ferelden or mercenaries in kirkwall. however, some things never changed as she so quickly found, staring down at the man who had fallen to the ground unconscious after a swift punch to the nose before she ever got her staff out.

The last time she had been too close to demacian lands, things had not gone exactly like planned. 

Truth be told, planning had never been her favored way of acting, but even one as impulsive as Katarina knew better than to enter Demacia without a plan to escape. That had not saved her. Though they attempt to drag her back when she was nearly out of the country’s borders entirely, she had been caught; and though ultimately she had returned to Noxus safely and (mostly) unharmed, carrying information she had been sent to retrieve, that had been in no small part due a demacian and unlikely alliance.

The enemy of my enemy, or something like that.

That truce had ended as soon as she ran towards home, leaving Garen Crownguard behind to never see him again. True, he had aided her when he was under no obligation to, but she had repaid it by saving him in return --- that had been the end of it. Survival was no longer a concern, and so neither was there any reason for their little truce to be maintained. From then on, he would be but another high ranking demacian noble, and she would not see his face again lest the noxian high command chose to send their best to kill him.

Katarina expected so, at least. What she did not expect was to find him here, walking the streets of a country neither of them belonged to. The buildings do not provide her easy cover she would have had in own homeland, architecture not built for the sort of defense Noxus had, but few can get close to comparing to her when it comes to a rogue’s skills. Still undetected, she watches, trying to gather more information before her presence is known; but when enough time passes and no answer seems to come of it, Katarina tires.

There are more efficient, quicker ways to gather answers, after all --- and if somehow Demacia was there due to the noxian presence, well, they would have to do better than that.

The assassin continues, quiet as a shadow, as she slips down from rooftops to fall at darkened streets, distance only enough that he would not be able to detect her through sound of movement; then, in the blink of eye she is behind him, dagger at his throat ready to draw blood at slightest movement.

“You need to be more aware of your surroundings, demacian. It is unbecoming to get caught unaware like that.” Arrogance colors her every word -- almost greeting, for one who would not often waste words on prey at all -- but Katarina is quick to move on to what matters. “Amusing, that we simply happen to be in the same place again.”

eamon is a piece of garbage and i hate myself for writing this

𝚂𝙽𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙳  𝙱𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙴𝙴𝚃𝚂  𝙾𝙵  𝙰𝙲𝚁𝙴  lies  a  labyrinth  of  tunnels  stretching  out  for  miles,  untouched  by  mankind  for  over  eight  hundred  years,  covered  in  inches  of  ancient  dust  and  countless  cobwebs.  the  knights  templar  took  their  golden  secrets  to  the  𝙶𝚁𝙰𝚅𝙴,  not  sparing  a  single  map  or  minuscule  trace  of  their  beloved  treasure  tower,  leaving  the  entire  world  shrouded  in  darkness,  much  like  the  pair  walking  shoulder  to  shoulder,  torch  in  hand,  exploring  an  area  sealed  off  by  the  israeli  authorities.  “DO  NOT  ENTER”  is  merely  a  mosaic  of  useless  letters  sprawled  across  orange  tape.  a  flimsy  law  that's  bent  and  broken  beneath  their  light  footsteps  echoing  through  the  unexplored  depths  of  history.

❝  we'll  have  to  dig,  possibly  into  the  night.  ❞  rebecca  whispers  softly,  fire  illuminating  their  faces  and  the  walls  surrounding  them,  creating  a  meager  spotlight  of  vision  to  work  with.  ❝  i  laser  mapped  the  entire  area,  and  if  my  calculations  are  correct  ⎯  we're  two  miles  from  the  treasure  tower  itself,  in  the  opposite  direction  of  where  everyone  else  is  looking...  which  means  we  shouldn't  run  into  any  unwelcome  guests  while  we're...  exploring.  ❞  the  tunnels  eventually  open  to  a  wide  open  cavern,  ceiling  decorated  in  sparkling  gems,  with the  long  lost  treasure  tower  firmly embedded  in  meters  of  solidified  dirt.  at  the  entrance  is  an  obsidian  chalice,  crushed  helmet,  and  sword  adorned  in  three  templar  crosses.  every  inch  of  the  cave  is  𝙱𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙳  in  fortune.

❝  woah!  ❞  a  gasp  is  swallowed  in  an  overabundance  of  caution,  and  she  hands  chloe  the  torch,  leaning  down  to  scoop  up  a  handful  of  gold  coins  to  pocket  them.  so  long  underpaid  teaching  role,  monotonous  life,  and  settling  for  anything  or  anyone  ever  again.  a  beaming  grin  stretches  from  ear  to  ear,  but  is  quickly  changed  to  a  look  of  sheer  horror  as  chloe  clumsily  leans  against  a  shaky  pillar  that SECURES  the  opening  itself.  ❝  look  out!  ❞  the  column  shatters  to  the  ground  in  a  plume  of  soot,  and  the  cavern  begins  to  rumble in response. they  have  no  other  choice  but  to  run,  lest  they  desire  to  be  squashed  like  the  dreams  they  had  in  their  grasps  for  only  a  moment.  a  taste  of  what  could  have  been.

❝  excuse  me?  ❞  she's  breathless,  incredulous  at  what  she's  heard,  and  on  the  verge  of  tears,  taking  one  final  look  back  at  the  cavity.  it's  completely  blocked,  lost  forever  to  a  near  𝙵𝙰𝚃𝙰𝙻  human  error.  ❝  it  WAS  your  fault  ⎯  all  of  this,  every  last  piece  of  gold  in  there  is  unreachable  thanks  to  you!  ❞  fingers  run  through  chestnut  tresses,  tugging  furiously  at  the  ends  with  a  long,  frustrated  groan.  ❝  that  was  loud  enough  for  all  of  acre  to  hear  us...  we'd  better  get  out  of  here  before  the  authorities  catch  up  to  us.  ❞  it's  pitch  black,  but  she  remembers  every  step  ,  reaching  out  to  grab  chloe's  wrist  in  an  attempt  guide  her  friend.  ❝  luckily  for  you,  i  grabbed  as  much  as  i  could  ⎯  including  the  obsidian  chalice  so...  you're  welcome,  i  guess.  ❞