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‘ i crave affection in the simplest way. ’
“…I hate affection.”
Like spat venom. Much more vicious than he needs to be.
“Many have tried to show me it. A hug. Petting my hair. Cuddling.” Kayn scoffed. “Sex is nicer. Easier. Feels good. Doesn’t feel like I’m being suffocated.”
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"i never really feel a thing."
Silk were the words that Fate spun from his silver tongue, enticing and sweet, the body made of honey and edges laced with a spark. Garen had steadily grown familiar with his canter, one made of wine and gilded to hide the taste of liquor and the burning of fire in his bones. His own talent for weaving through a verbal maze was minimal. Thus, it left him tied to the throat in the other man’s words, but he learned enough to know that this one lacked all its perfume and allure; it was raw like the sort of misery that haunts a sinner to his grave.
Garen only watches him in silence, the smell of cigars and brandy heavy in the air, with only the subtle crease of his brow to allude to the half measure of concern he felt. He sympathized with the charlatan in ways he would never truly divulge, now most of all. To see some aspect of himself he refused to acknowledge reflected back to him was like being blinded by a light of realization that he didn’t want, that only made his eyebrows furrow and turn his gaze away.
The lack of heart would not suit the Might of Demacia; he needed his heart most of all to be a shield and to be open and beating for his people, to make his veins their rivers, he needed to feel— but only for them. To lament in his own sorrows and to allow his own feelings to be felt did not serve his purpose or his responsibility ( and, worst of all, is that it was a pain he never learned to cope with other than to deny it and turn his back to it ). To become mute and deaf to his own feelings was, ultimately, a shedding of shackles at the altar to become a paragon for his people.
“Sometimes, that is for the best,” is all he answers, somber and distant. Garen doesn’t think those are the right words for Fate to hear, because at the very least he was a man with all his stories, heart, and soul. He had a right to his heart and emotions. Garen cannot, however, offer anything else; he does not know how to.
You’re lonely too.
of course.
the road to greatness is as desolate as it is painful. this the grand general knew well, to believe anything else would be foolishness. and foolishness could cost him his life, foolishness cost marcus his life---
marcus.
the old crow simply sighed. he shook his head, as if to pry his face from his memories. to stop himself from whispering his name, he could never erase it from his mind. not fully. even now, decades later, his memory haunted jericho. every single day.
“ it doesn’t get much easier, does it?”
❛ maybe i’m a bad , bad , bad , bad person . well , baby , i know . ❜ //(small wave)
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His eyes closed as if considering the words spoken to him, arms crossed neatly over his chest. What he said may have been somewhat true, to be bad - certainly a charlatan , a deceiver, but not evil , from what he knew to be true while all else he could assume. This man was of no threat to him or mission, unless there was something to be gained - a rare, thin smile turned his mouth behind his mask - unseen, but heard in the vague lilt of his voice. “ If you know this to be true, then why do you persist?” he stood to full height, arms uncrossing to lay dormant at his side, “Any ‘badder’ and I may have to interfere,” | @tracelcss
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“you won’t be satisfied until you're dead.” the evaluation comes without cost and without much interrogaion -- fate has met men like this before, and he will meet many men like him afterward.
HERO / VILLAIN // accepting please send these
“I think death would bring me great dissatisfaction, though I suppose once one dies, they are hardly capable of feeling any emotion.” Zed’s voice is matter-of-fact, and he meets the cardshark’s gaze without hesitation. “Death means I have not accomplished my goal. Not death of the body, but true death, when none remain who speak your name or remember your deeds.”
He frowns. “No, no, I will not die. My body may rot into the dirt, the Hunters may demand my spirit, but I will not be satisfied until I know that I will not die. Ionia is heading towards a terrible path, and no matter what it takes, no matter what cruelty it may require, I will wrench it away and show her citizens what embracing power means, what freedom means.”
Zed blinks, impassive, tilting his head as he stares at Fate. “And what of you, thief? Are you satisfied? You have some moderate level of fame on that wretched heap of pirates and villainy, but you drift, no? Are you content with the idea of never making any real change? Are you satisfied with stagnation?”
He shrugs, straightening his head.
“Or perhaps I assume too much. But-- I think not.”
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☀️ I want to rp with you, but I’m not sure how (I’m guessing it’s this one I'm really sorry if it’s not)
💌 I just think you’re amazing
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"I gotta ask, just because it's been on my mind, and I'm a curious man--" Fate circles Mordekaiser thoughtfully, his steps making no sound. "What sort of strength comes from sorta bein' made of iron?"
it was one of his more notable features, quite honestly. the arms made of pure steel, needless to say, it took a fair amount of strength to even hold them up.
‘ i am fond of being nigh indestructible. if i’m honest.’
mordekaiser would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the attention he got, he relished in the fear and admiration he garnered in his peers. but in all honesty? he enjoyed fate’s curiosity the most.
