She lingers in front of the door longer than necessary, hand resting idle on the doorknob while gaze flickers down to follow her “companion’s” hand. Seconds would become a minute, then two, before Riven replies.

“ Are you threatening me? Please. “

Click. A gentle push of her hand ensures the door opens, groaning on its hinges as she nudges it back. 

a darker shade of magic sentences / accepting

                Garen knew death was not something one could argue with, nor was it natural to defy it. It was simply an inevitability that would come for each person when their time was to be, and either the bow or maw of the kindred would take them as both the executioner and the shepard. Demacians faced death with courage and humility, chins held high, banners raised until their bodies would collapse. Garen knew this, his soldiers knew, the entirety of his people knew this, yet grief always settled in him as a deep ache when he held the corpse of a fallen comrade. 

                He rose his head when the clear, soft voice of the Kindred spoke to him, a pair of swirling blue eyes staring down at him, seemingly staring through him entirely. The Kindred was as much apart of this world as everything else, like the trees and the sea, like the wind and the fire, and it was just as indifferent to human suffering as the world was. 

                “I know it cannot be undone, but it is difficult to be grateful,” he finally answered, voice low and sullen, rough and worn from the battle cries that had led his soldiers through the battle they had endured in the north. The march home with their dead will be a long one.

                “The battle is merely over, not won, and my soldiers have lost their brothers and sisters in arms today. My only solace is that the Kindred has come for them to lay their souls to rest.” Perhaps it was a strange condolence, but the Kindred was always seen as apart of their lives. Demacians accepted the arrow with grace and pride; he knew his soldiers fought long and bravely, he knew they would not show fear in the wake of death. When the Kindred came for them, it was at least a sign to him that the souls of his soldiers would not roam the earth in anguish. 

@legenddeathed:  ‘ never half-ass two things. whole-ass one thing. ’ - from twisted fate!  ( parks & rec. )

                    ❛    i don`t half-ass or whole-ass anything , foxtrot . you of all people should know that very well .    ❜