#shattering-time

Oh.

Well, that was awkward. She hadn’t heard him say a thing.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to ignore you…I’ve actually just not been sleeping well?” Sighing, Nillua runs her hands over her face, and then it’s like a floodwall breaks, and she just starts babbling away.

“I’ve started having really terribly nightmares, but I’m not sure what about. I can never remember. It’s like some sort of parasite, eating away at my mind, but I can never seem to find it.” Grumbling, her hands clutch at fistfuls of her hair.

“I’ve even tried looking into the flames, and every time, it’s the same thing. I feel cold, panic, and see nothing but black, blank space. What in the hells is that supposed to mean? Dying? Am I seeing someone else dying? Does it even have to do with death? Does it mean something more cryptic? What could it possibly be!?”

Growling she whirls on him, the marks on her  body flaring bright green before she calms herself up, and exhales heavily, shaking her head.

“You have such magnificent hair. I’d like to touch it.”

...

“May I touch it? I promise not to ruin it!”

Chin:Beauty/attractiveness

Flattering. The Sorceress bowed her head at his gentle touch, a minute smile carved on her features as she pulled his hand away. 

{starter for shattering-time uvu}

Of course, the moment she arrived, weary and footsore, to the next place on her checklist of major cities to scour for those that remained in her order...if any did, she became completely and absolutely lost.

Floating around, uncomfortable in her own skin as she drifted from one section of the dark alleyways to another, attracting gazes that made her skin crawl, Nillua was becoming increasingly concerned that her little quest might end here, in the dark, hazy back alleyways of Zaun. It didn’t help that the air weighed heavily in her lungs, and she felt as though each breath weighed twice as much as before, a faint throb beginning behind her eyes at the lack of oxygen. Nor did she dare speak to anyone she might happen to pass on the street. No one here seemed worth her trust.

Tears threatened to fall and before she could ruin her own dignity, she dove into some dark little corner, breathing in deep and letting her feet touch the cold stone of the industry city. Her skin felt dirty, the air was heavy, her eyes burned with tears and from the heavy smog that clung to her hair and around her, like a dark cloud trying to dampen her glow. 

Cupping her hands, her moths flocked to them, illuminating the darkness around her and her face, but one by one, the ten present with her began to fade, and blink out, as her energy drained away, leaving only her frustration bare.

“Where do I go, little ones? Is it worth the time to wander this desolate place? I don’t think I will find any aid here--” Her voiced thoughts cut off at the sudden rush of footsteps down the alleyway, and she clamps her hands over the five remaining moths to hide their light and herself, pressing her back firmly against the wall. 

A pack of children, most who didn’t look to be older than ten, raced by, all shouting to each other. They didn’t seem to notice the ever present green glow of her markings, to her relief, and keeping her eyes closed, she stands in wait until the sound of the passing fades, so focused on fading into the background of a world she clearly didn’t belong in that she was totally unaware of ANOTHER presence, until she stepped out into the alleyway, thinking she was finally alone and she could make her escape from his hell-bound place.

{ ☆ } 　　▬ 　Sitting on the edge of a small stone wall, situated in an overgrown countryside pass somewhere on the outskirts of Piltover, Ezreal took a large bite from the green apple he had just picked, some of the juice running down his chin. He wiped it carelessly on the sleeve of his jacket, too content to really bother about such trivial things as he caught the last of the evening sunlight. At some point, he really ought to travel home, but he couldn't help but feel like there was so much more to this adventure yet.

He dropped the core of the apple into the grass, before a slight shuffling sound distracted him. A figure was coming along the path, and the explorer found it relatively suprising that somebody would use this route at such an hour- despite the fact that the view of the night sky from there at night was astounding.

As the figure drew closer to him, he jumped down from the small wall, landing squarely on his feet onto the path below.