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THE VOLUME IN THIS POST? IS ASTRONOMICAL

apologies if i came off a bit cranky in that post last night but i am more exhausted / saddened than anything else.

it’s just that even after a small hiatus most of the interactions were all about ‘ try to irritate and make tianna and d.emacians look bad as much as possible ‘. like even when she is civil, for some reason she is misunderstood as if she is attacking or being ironic to someone, which is not true.

it’s like as if i have my muse going to your LB and be like ‘ you are arrested, i hate you and region and i will remind you that every chance i get ‘. that’s what i get since i have created the blog tbh, both ic and ooc.

like, if my followers don’t like d.emacia then please don’t bug me about it. i am here as a hobby, i am not remotely that hardcore of a fan to be ‘ living for lore ‘. i am here for chill writing, that’s all.

and seeing other characters who have done x 10 the crimes getting praised instead just . . feels weird. not because they are getting praised because d.emacians are the ‘ black sheep ‘ while having their good traits erased on purpose.

CLEANING OUT THE ASK BOX . |  

                                      you could break the earth.                                                    you could protect more than your tribe.                                         never again will you be a weapon of war.

OUTLAST II STARTERS.

Oh, that wasn’t fair - she knew it wasn’t fair, to cling to him and press her face to the small of his back and wrap her arms round his waist so sweetly when he was to march again the next morning. 

(It was only unfair because he knew that she knew that he wanted to stay and didn’t know how.)

He breathes out, lets the air shudder from his lungs in a slow huff that could almost be ragged if he were anyone else, and he reaches back to tug her away, pick her up and settle her in his lap. “If I do, you will hate me in the morning all the more for leaving,” he says, low and somber, because it’s the truth. 

(It’s easier that she hate him for the two graves in the shadow of the Bastion, all too fresh. It would hurt them both more if she didn’t.)

Yeah That’s why swain hides his hand now He’s embarrassed

Smooch

                Carefully, Garen unwraps the bandages that had been hastily tied around his hand and forearm whilst he had been on the battlefield. Luckily, it was his left hand that had been wounded, but he still required both to wield his great sword. He had continued to do so despite the pain, but now that the battle had been arduously won, he was left with a searing pain and heavy soreness in his hand like it was sitting underneath several massive weights. A beast that one of the Noxians had seen fit to collar and ride into battle had bit his hand, but only released the Might after he had slain it. It was only now in this moment of respite that Garen had the chance to truly examine the wound. 

                He looks up from staring down at his marred hand when the adviser approaches, the hint of dark circles under his eyes as exhaustion from fighting for nearly three days straight begins to wear down on the Might ( none of his soldiers had to match his unnatural perseverance, but he was still human, he still had his limits; the longest Garen had ever fought without leave from the battlefield was four days ). He nods after the adviser speaks and begins to wrap fresh bandages around his hand and forearm. 

He can’t help himself.  He likes to come off as if he’s been jaded by his old age (old age--he’s only 46!  And he’s almost certain he’ll never truly know how old Evaine is...), but the music soothes him, like it did as a child.

“My mother played the harp.  A grand one in the foyer of our estate.  It was a beautiful thing, really.”  He unconsciously looks in the direction the massive instrument used to be.  The foyer always seemed so empty without it.  Perhaps he’ll replace it with a piano one day.