#light-binding

She shines and she is not where she should be.

(She walks and the world seems to gravitate to her in all sorts of weird ways. She is light and stardust and the hope that dances just beyond tranquility, the image of sanctuary in violent times. 

But she does not belong here.)

Rhaast gleams. She slows her step. Kayn considers, for a heartbeat and a breath, and makes his choice.

“Any further, and you’ll lose more than your footing." And he will not feel guilty about taking her life, bright as she is, displaced as she is. In an hour's time, the fields will run red with the blood of Noxians and their sympathizers, and they will know. They will learn.

(And for eternity, they will remember.)

prompt / a heart - seeker’s kiss @light-binding

             the young prince had always looked forward to holidays, no matter the occasion. a holiday meant a reprieve from his studies, an escape from his training, a rare chance to spend time with his family. the palace halls seemed to be tinted in a constant rosy hue, a reflection of blushing cheeks and decorative cards being passed from servant men and women to gallant knights.

and, from his spot by a high window, the city beyond seemed much the same. heart - seeker’s day, or so he had been told, was a day to spend with those you loved—friends, family, and someone ‘ very special person like your mother and father are to each other ’ when you’re older. that, and it was a day for chocolate and sweets and parties and far too many flowers. 

the prince looked down at the two cards in his hands, their outward design simple and marked with naught but ‘ mother ’ and ‘ father ’ in the neatest script a child could have and a few flowers a gardener had taught him to press. he was sure not old enough for his supposed special someone, nor did he think he had any friends to give any cards to. he held the cards close to his chest, it was just family then.

jarvan turned quickly at the sound of the door opening, eyes wide with his built up anticipation while spilt over into his grin. he rushed to the door arms encircling elegantly dressed legs, small hands bundling in layers of skirt. ‘ happy heart - seeker’s day, mother! ’

he reached for her hand and tugged it gently, urging her to bend to his youthful height all while offering her his card. the demacian queen laughed before indulging her child, crouching down and wrapping her arms around him. ‘ and, a happy heart - seeker’s day to you, too, jarvan. now what’s this you have here? ’

eagerly, the young prince offered her his card, childish glee clear upon his features. ‘ your hand - maids said i should have cards for you and father … so, i made you one! ’

catherine plucked the card from her son’s hands before hugging it to her chest and holding him all the closer. ‘ and i will treasure it always. ’

the young prince beamed at her words, his grip tightening about his mother. he pressed his lips to her cheek, mumbling quiet words against her skin. ‘ i love you, mother. ’

‘ i love you, too, jarvan. ’

‘ do you think father will like his? ’

Xin speaks freely and honestly. // @light-binding // accepting

[Munday questions | @light-binding | Still accepting] 

6. If you had to take one positive thing away from your muse, what would you take away?

//His tenacity. The fact that no matter what happens, he always puts his all into the things that matter - both to himself and to his people - and keeps pushing on even if he feels like it would be easier to just give up.

I actually have a keychain of Jarvan’s lance, which I keep in my pencil case, to remind me to always work hard at uni and that even if things suck, I always need to do my best. 

11. What do you hate about your muse?

[ the worst thing about this is that even if sylas wanted to help demacia in a war against noxus - they'd reject him : ' ( ]

[Find my muse in pain | @light-binding | No longer accepting]

With sore muscles

Jarvan groaned as he reached up to massage his neck once more. It was rare that he found his training so difficult, but the burn in his muscles - troublesome and distracting as it was - came with a certain sense of satisfaction that he had pushed his body so. It was a necessity, after all, to ensure he could always protect his people as he hoped to. 

Nonetheless, that satisfaction was dampened by how he tried now to focus on his paperwork and found his mind wandering instead whenever he moved and his muscles burnt anew.