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     A swig of her rum . Sarah’s face is solemn , chin cupped in her hand as she stares . She’s not one to sulk , but it’s one of those nights where her demons seem to be ripping their way out of her head . What better to do than drown those demons in rum at a tavern ? 

     Her shoulder is throbbing . Had it been doing that all night ? No . It only happens when she thinks of her mother and father . 

     She’d avenged them . Knocking that bastard Gangplank out of his place had felt so damn satisfying , invigorating even . Still , it wouldn’t fill the whole . No matter what she accomplished , they’d never be there to see . 

     Another drink , slammed to the counter before she raises . She needs something to distract her . It doesn’t take long for her vision to set on someone she likes the look of .

Fuck with a foxy hoe.

PLACE A FLOWER IN MY MUSES HAIR ( ac )           // @memorytheft

she blinks rapidly - if only because she’s a little surprised by the gesture. it’s blindsided her; because this was the LAST THING she expected the other team leader to do.

it had happened in a flash, at least to her. the battle had been intense, and it had all but sapped her energy out. she’d flopped to the ground as soon as the danger had well and truly been thwarted ( and much too inelegantly, but really she was too tired to CARE about appearances right now ) , a dull thud signifying she’d very much met the ground with a rather loud exhale of breath.

and maybe because she was so tired she hadn’t noticed the appearance of a second body on the ground beside her ( she was struggling already to keep her eyes open ) until it was well and truly in her personal space - long blonde-pink hair tickling at her nose and the feeling of fingers in her hair.  despite herself she feels her cheeks pinken just slightly ( and no doubt if she wasn’t so tired perhaps it would have been more obvious a thing ).

“ ahri ? ” she mumbled, confused yet fatigue laced every vowel and consonant she uttered, eyes blinking open properly to see the form retreat back away from her. she makes a quizzical little noise, a hand moving up to find  something tucked into her hair ( the stem deftly nestled beneath the band of her circlet ) and she glances to the other, curiosity and confusion laced in her eyes. 

to all the boys i’ve loved before sentence starters

      “ahh.. really? is that weird?? i slept with him before we were dating though..” 

    hana flushed scarlet, realizing that the way it sounded, it might get taken totally out of context!! 

        “like.. like a sleepover!! like i just.. slept over at his apartment because we stayed up too late talking and it would have been scary to go home..!!” 

       she let out a small huff before pulling out a little smile. 

Not metaphorically. Like—full DeLorean-style, but powered by sheer determination and striped socks. I’d race laps in the backyard, chanting movie lines under my breath, convinced that if I hit the right speed and the stars were aligned just so, I’d blink—and I’d be somewhere better. Maybe a year ago, maybe 100. Anywhere but the present, which always felt itchy and too tight.

This image brought that all rushing back. That strange belief kids have—that disappearing is just another thing your body might learn how to do. Like cartwheels, or whistling.

The carousel is exactly how I remember them: a little magical, a little too loud, oddly still when you’re not on it. And that ghost-child—pixelated, half-gone—feels like every memory I’ve tried to hold onto and failed. A friend whose name I forgot. A summer that ended without saying goodbye.

Sometimes I wonder if memory is just a slow kind of glitch. The world keeps spinning, and we only half-download the bits that felt real. The rest? Static.

❝ Yo, Ahri, remember that ‘mandatory Star Guardian’ meeting that Lux was holding that just wound up being a sleepover? ❞

Which Ezreal thoroughly enjoyed. But he digressed. The teen shuffled his feet for a moment, holding out a bag. What was in the bag was something only he and Lulu knew. The tiny Star Guardian of Lux’s team was an absolute sweetheart, just like Soraka. Speaking of Soraka, he should really go with her to Pantheon’s again... She was so happy with her cinnamon rolls that time.

@memorytheft