#ruinedissonance

send me a "✎" and ill draw your muse in very poor quality.

He does in fact, pick up the great glowing sword without hesitation. My, does it have some heft.

Consciousness stirs at the presence of a new wielder. A new host.

New meat.

As that ancient handle is foolishly grabbed, Aatrox takes hold of the mortal in turn. Following that frail, inner-branching system, the Darkin finds and grips onto his consciousness. Desperately looking for footholds, the weak links of his will. Corruption hungrily eats away at the grip that clutched his prison, locking that connection. Testing this new body.

A deep greeting rumbles from within the dissenter's mind, almost groggy from a lack of recent use. A question dragged across his mind, investigating.

But his voice had a powerful pull on the followers, even in the dissonance of the storm. It was special. Sona decides, perhaps it is best to talk to him first. 

Who is she to assume that even Viego himself would want to form an alliance?

So she begins to seek him out.

He wasn’t hard enough to find - she’d expected some form of obstacle, but Viego’s voice is carried throughout the desert - and frankly, one cannot miss it.

Behind the debris of the recent destruction, she sees him - and descends slowly, plucking the strings of the etwahl - allowing her words to reach him.

Not a voice that could be heard by one’s ears, but a whisper withinin the mind - like inner dialogue.

You are lucky that no one seems to want to look for you at the moment. You make yourself quite the target.

♡ @ruinedissonance

@ruinedissonance

Cairn bit her lower lip, and in a breathy voice she spoke, "There is is... There's the face!" She said, now grinning at him. She stifled a laugh, and she licked him. Her pierced tongue grazed over his lip, and she started to laugh at him. To her, this was hilarious.

◈◇◈ ― He had screamed himself hoarse for what had felt like hours. Overcome with so much grief and unacceptance of defeat. Viego was on his knees, head lifted towards the sky where Mutaris once was.

He now sings, rasping something deep & somber, his once powerful vocals now reverberating in a soft whisper... Unaware of another’s presence and barely noticing the soft flutter of wings.

Get a drink or two and leave—that was the plan. It’s usually in events like this that makes it difficult for people to notice what Akali’s doing, and she’s gone before they even realize what happened. But this... is not part of the plan.

“Man, if this is what happens to your biggest fans then I’m glad I’m not one of ‘em.” She’s annoyed. She doesn’t really mind the music but the words are muttered anyway. There goes her meal, off trudging away to join the pack of hypnotized humans. She can feel the pulsing of energy in the air, heavy with the magnetic pull of the singer’s voice as the crowd around her makes their way towards the stage like all-too-willing prey.