#shadowhelmed

They see a lot of each other. Aphelios sleeps largely during the day, and Kayn seems to never sleep anyway, so it’s hard to avoid each other while Aphelios stays at the Yanlei temple. He tries, sometimes—something about Kayn makes him uneasy—but tonight he can’t be bothered. He’s just neutralised an entire camp of Lunari soldiers and his muscles ache with the effects of the noctum, and it feels like his body is ringing like a bell as Alune’s voice begins to fade from his mind. So when he spots Kayn sitting in his favourite garden—the best place to watch the moon—Aphelios can’t be bothered to think of somewhere else to rest. 

@shadowhelmed​   sent   :   " there's no way I can hide these marks... " but kayn got hurt in some really himbo way and ahri was there to laugh at him     //    morning after starters,   accepting.

               𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲,   𝐚𝐡𝐫𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞,   𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝,   but now   ?   right now   ?   she is struggling,   and absolutely failing in the most beautifully shameless way.   she snickers quietly at first as she stares at him and the scratches and bruises littering the expanse of his skin before bursting into loud,   cacophonous,   deafening,   laughter.   pressing her lips together,   she tries so hard to hold it in,   but she snickers and giggles yet again,   even throwing her back as she wheezes and sighs.   back pressed against the floor,   she holds her hands to her stomach and heaves a deep breath in and out and sits up and gives kayn a good look.

I would like to say how much I love @shadowhelmed's creativity! Moose is great and fun, it's an honor for me to be their mutual! I'm so happy seeing you on my dash!

 {🗡} — The odds were in her favor somehow indeed? Was her silent inquiry as the Matron found herself in the wood with both the Grand General, her Damask Rose & the so re-named assassin. She had seen them running away as well & the settle truce to work together was ironically giving her some sort of peace. Jericho was in fact one of the many she was fearing about, ever tactical & calculating, already shaped through the vicissitudes of war without the aid of any entity. Therefore, having an eye over him would assure her one less treat – Keep your friends close; & your enemies closer some say, better follow the advice…

… Besides, it wouldn’t be a lie she hoped to be the one to seize him down herself, she could be that greedy & possessive: if it wasn’t by her hand; nobody will.

Now turning to her beloved sheriff; the situation was more than certain – hoping to keep her safe from any harm & assist in the hunts she may do. An expert on persecution & hunting as well a clever opponent without the needs of any arcane help; many times she had seen her in action & was truly a delight. - Would she feel safer staying close for now around her? Definitely, & if anything she would do all to keep her equally secured… even if it meant to kill her herself later or the other way around.

Now; about the young man, there was not much to say truly in personal regards, yet an Ally was an ally even if for some couple of hours. Skilled, she has heard, with many weapons & equally deadly without requiring anything especial to help them. Seeing them all in action was after all a manner  to notice how they moved, attacked, prepared, & sought for preys.

“Always a pleasure to having you around, my dears~”

Truly an enjoyable situation; she would had wished the encounter would had been more fruitful –

“Kh—!”

Every once and a while the goggles would stall in their metal casings, alerting him to a problem before his brain comprehended it. By then it was already too late though, and daggers were being thrust into the back of his eyes. Immediately — though never quickly enough — he had to rip his eyes away, but the colors of magic weren’t a contained thing. They played at the fringes of his vision as a metallic tang hit the back of his throat.