#unforgivenn

she dangles.

the small motion alone is unsettingly cat-like.

she graciously takes the booba and gives them a nice squeeze.

' thank you . ' a slight bow while handing the bag over . he finds some amusement in it , as well as feeling less alone . something he didn't expect have this type of relationship with with one of the hardest to read voclaists he has worked with . he was happy .

mr. sparkles is not one of evelynn's usual companions.

always known to be sharp and cruel, she often disregards stuffed animals with a side eye. yet -- when yasuo hands her the soft plush with such a look she cannot help but grant a reassuring smile and shift it into a more ... comfortable position. she hoisters it along her hip, much alike a mother holding their child.

instead of a scowl, there's excitement that holds in evelynn's golden eyes. truthfully, she hadn't the slightest clue where to look for such merchandise -- but when he (perhaps regrettably, the first time) mentioned he had his methods evelynn was no fool to not turn down the offer.

besides, it wasn't like the world wasn't aware of her affections towards a certain band mate.

It wasn't often that Zed had sought someone out to join his order. More often than not, those who he welcomed into his ranks were those that had nowhere else to go. Those that were willing to do whatever it took to keep Ionia safe. Those that - no matter the consequences, or the stigma that may come with it, were doing whatever it would take to gain that power and strength. People who, like him, were fractured deeply - ones that did not mind being seen as a traitor a monster for the path they were taking. That did not mind the dishonor it would bring them, the isolation.

But with their isolation, there was solidarity within those that were training beneath him. A found family of sorts. A refuge for those who wanted to do better for their nation. For those who did not conform to the rules set by the Council. Rules that, Zed did not find himself all too fond of. There was fault in the way they did things, in the way they sat idly by dictating things without getting their hands dirty. Order and abiding by the rules was something he had once strictly followed in life, but upon finding the strength that came with forging his own path, there was no going back from that.

That was why, when he had heard of man who wielded techniques that were only given to a select few. When he had heard of this man who he believed to have the same deep beliefs as him - who he felt held a darkness within him as well. He had to pursue it, seek him out and demand ask him to join his order. It was a shot in the dark, but having a powerful ally like that would certainly make others take the Shadow Order more seriously. Would fortify their place as defenders for Ionia and enhance the chances of success in the case that Noxus were to step foot into the nation once more.

There was always a chance that the man would refuse his offer - a risk Zed had been willing to take. Much to his pleasant surprise though, Yasuo had agreed.

Agreed to be a part of his order. Agreed to work with him. Things were going good. With some training, things would be even better. Get the man used to the way things worked around the temple, get him used to working with the others, and things would go smoothly. That was the plan at least. There was a first step that would be taken in ensuring that things were to go smoothly and work how he had planned it meticulously; See his combat capabilities. And what better way to do that than a good old fashioned spar?

Zed shifted his footing, squaring his stance with his shoulders, and he would flex his muscles in his wrist and hands just a bit. His gaze settling on the man before him. His arm blades glimmered in the light of the mid day sun, and he let out a soft breath before he spoke. " Let's see how capable you are with that sword of yours. "

@unforgivenn ✨

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐎'𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄, tapping her index finger against her cheek. luxanna is really trying to think of nice situations, and very few come to her mind as she tries to recall anything that brought a smile to her face. she remembers as jinx grabbed her familiars and started a cheerleader routine during a particularly draining training session when the light weaver was sad. she remembers ezreal trying to impress both hers and ahri's team on a slumber party once, opening a portal to another dimension. it was all fun and games until a demon crawled out of it.

as luxanna thinks about it more and more, every good memory is followed with a dozen morbid ones. near death situations, her friends in danger, blood, bruises, lies, tears... she laughs nervously and smiles, trying to hide the fact that the curl of her lips doesn't quite reach her eyes.

“it's really... good,” she utters, unsure how to elaborate. “g-great. r-really rewarding.”

luxanna can't lie.

even if her life depended on it.

There's something about the natural rowdiness in inns that reminds him of the tunnels deep within Targon, where Lunari warriors brush shoulders with priests and artists to create a convivial atmosphere where he feels at home, even if his appearance draws a few odd looks from its patrons.

Aphelios knows that Alune doesn't approve of his methods of funding his travels, but Alune's not here and he wants a bath and a soft bed, so what she doesn't know won't hurt her, right? He's got a bit of money tucked away, still, and if he does it right, that'll be all he needs. Taking a quick look around the inn, he spots someone who looks like he'd fit the bill and crosses to sit next to him at the bar. He gives the stranger a short glance before ordering his drink, and when it comes he turns fully towards the other, making sure he has his attention, and then drowns the drink in one, making sure to scrunch up his face a bit like it's just such an effort. Then, he sets the glass down, reaches into robes for a coin to place on the table between them, and gestures to the stranger.