#oftheknife

Day and night hold little meaning in the Neath. The moonish light of the false-stars above, gas light and flickering candles below, never changing, create a perpetual dusk that settles in the bones, heavy like chains. The Diplomat misses it terribly.

Tonight, they tire of staying confined in their room until garish sunlight announces its presence (tire of closing their eyes to dreams laced in gold and clockwork and the steady longing call of the sun the sun the sun the s). Tonight, they’re quietly leaving their room - pausing, thoughtfully, to grab a rolled up blanket - and slipping into the elevator. Any floor will do. They hit the 8 at random. The sound of the elevator is gratingly loud in the silence of night, but if anyone on this floor is a light sleeper that’s not really their problem, is it? They leave the elevator quickly and pad silently up the stairs and out to to the roof top garden, faintly regretting that they didn’t bring anything to blockade the door behind them. Oh well. Nothing for it now.

The garden is dark, the moon hidden behind clouds, but their steps are sure. This is the world they grew up in. They spread the blanket along the low stone wall surrounding the platform, then pull out two foxfire candles and a box of matches, setting them carefully on the cool stone, one on each side of the blanket, before lighting them. Their eerie green light is nostalgic, like being young and sneaking into places they shouldn’t be again.

With a sigh they sink down on the blanket, back against the wall, knees pulled up and arms folded over them. They’re getting too old for this. Or maybe just soft. Too much paperwork, too much delegation, too much meaningless quibbling with the Admiral dulling their edge. Too much tedium.

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"We...why do we keep doing this, Katarina? You know this is forbidden. You know I can't ...We can't." He tried to justify the feelings he felt but he couldn't help it. Everything led up to how they felt. He looked angry and yet, confused and unsure.

                              &  to that, she would STARE directly at her.

sex & romance headcanons // not accepting!

Wraith Thoughts | (Accepting)

“At least you learn from your mistakes in your past… though I wonder how much of a difference it would make if you had just completed your original goal and lost the unnecessary manpower of your precious Noxus that day. That gash upon your face… but it suits your nature.

Noxians… I have dealt with many in solitary confinement. It’s always the most fun to see how they last. I often wonder how long you would last by my treatments before your barbarian of a man busts down my prison door… if he can find it. Noxians always have some of the strongest souls for me to steal and the most bright. I see the red fire in your soul and desire something like that in my collection greatly.”

Get to know my character through an ask!        🍰 - What is their favorite type of dessert or sweet?

Bilgewater does not have many desserts, but she enjoys the trades and stealing what deserts do come ashore. Her favorite type has to be something involving pastries. Something she can have on the go but enjoy. She’s had quite a few, stuffed with fruits, sugar and cinnamon and on rare cases chocolate.

I’d like to imagine she also loves rum flavor desserts, if they make pound cake or other delicacies in Bilgewater. Also coconut desserts.

💰 - Your character just found a fat sack of gold on a bench. What do they do with it?

Well, if Miss Fortune knew it was someone she despised. She would take it and spend it on stuff she needs. Such as clothes, fixes, food and alcohol of course.

But she would not hesitate to give to a struggling kid, or family she would see on the street. On occasion she does steal to give to families she does know that need help.

♓ - Hey baby, what’s your sign? What would your character’s zodiac sign be and what qualities do they carry to make them fall under that sign?

ScorpioOctober 14th

Positives-Determined and forceful. Emotional and intuitive. Powerful and passionate. Exciting and magnetic.

Negative-Jealous and resentfulCompulsive and obsessive.Secretive and obstinate.

To me this seems the one that fits her the most. The negatives really fit her well and how she has her ambitions with Gangplank.

💍 - Does your character wear any type of jewelry?

She steals many jewelry and goods from her bounties. She collects and whatever she sees fit she wears rings mostly earrings and necklaces.

//Starter for @oftheknife

Talon scratched his neck. The itch didn’t go away. He silently lamented his situation; all the while maintaining the facade. He knew some suits tended to itch or chafe, but he had never allowed himself to get used to the feeling; bureaucracy, stiff dress codes and nobility wasn’t to his tastes.

He did it anyway, for one of the few people he would offer favours.

Katarina looked marvellous as ever, probably doing her best to fit in with the other government officials, high noble families and their ilk. For all he knew she hated it, or enjoyed it; sometimes he couldn’t tell which.

That was a good thing. If anyone was able to see through Katarina’s facades it was Talon, and the fact that he couldn’t meant the act was impressive, or the action sincere. Either was fine with him, as long as he didn’t have to take the long talks with people with no sense of fashion.

The crowd around the head of the Du Couteau family finally dispersed, and Talon seized the opportunity to have a chat with his sister.

He nudged her gently in the shoulder and had a sip from his stupidly fancy drink. “How are you holding up, Lady Du Couteau,” he said with a bow that to many would come across as sincere and respectful, but that only Katarina would be able to tell that the sincerety implied the underlying sarcasm that oozed from her brother.