#weavewithin

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Yasuo never thought he would see that face again, constantly haunting his nightmares like an ichor seeping into his soul rotting him inside and out. He didn't remember falling asleep until he felt someone grab the collar of the blue yukata—gotten for the festival a few weeks prior. The stranger had him thrown out the door before he realized what happened—door, sword… Security.

He winced as he remembered the last few days, brow laden with sweat from another sweaty and depressing nap. Night sweats took control over his nights and he could hardly manage to sleep more than few minutes unless he was—he realized what happened. He was drinking, a little—a lot. Yasuo groaned and shoved himself to his feet, putting his hand on the hilt of his sword. The only position worth anything at that point, having blown most of his money on spirits.

What was he waiting for? For Yone to change his mind and find him to end it all? Yasuo wasn't sure, he felt… lost. Lost was putting it simply and he couldn't come up with any better word. His head was spinning and aching worse than ever. The samurai grabbed onto the nearest support and used it like one would if they were hanging off the edge of a building. He didn't get very far from the tea house before the pre-syncope became too much to bear and he crumpled against a wall.

Maybe he should accept the mercy his brother granted him. Maybe he should have followed and insisted upon his retribution. He wasn't certain about either option. Both made his stomach do flips inside him or maybe that was just the alcohol poisoning. He inevitably ended up clearing his stomach soon after that. The exhaustion of drinking and dehydration making his symptoms even worse.

Everyone was still in celebratory yukata from the recent festival—at least… Mostly everyone. There was someone who was standing out among the crowd and they were distinctly not Ionia even with his terrible squinting. He likely wouldn't have thought about who it was if it weren't for—that haircut… He swore he taught Taliyah how to cut her hair like that.

Suddenly it dawned on him as she seemed to take notice of him and panic broke him free from his daze. Yasuo knew he couldn't let her see him like this and he wondered if he was hallucinating, but she looked very real. He scrambled to his feet and tried to make a run for it—maybe he could get away and she wouldn't see him like that.

That was the intention until he tripped over a chair that someone left out from underneath the table. It stole his non-existent balance and caused him to fall face first. His head couldn't hurt more than it already did.

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It's the middle of summer in the Pools, and you're getting dressed to go out and play. It's finally clear enough for you to breathe the air outside. In the makeshift kitchen of your shack, you hear your mother working on chopping some root vegetables dinner. Stew again. It's the third time this week, but she said that it was all they had at the free carts. It doesn't matter. Food is food is food.

You tug on your shoes, grab your cane, and walk out of your tented off room. You have your favorite invention with you, the Dauntless. It's a wind up automaton of a boat that you made a few months ago, after finally collecting that last matching gear. You've become an expert in restoring rusty metals to usable states, and while not perfect, the Dauntless is at least seaworthy.

As you slowly make your way to the door, your mother stops her chopping and sneaks up behind, scooping you up by the underarms and swinging your feet over the ground. You erupt into giggles as she blows a tickling raspberry on the back of your shoulder. "Oh, my little boy! Off to his adventures." She's careful about setting you back down, making sure your feet are planted and your cane is firmly in your hand.

"Mama!" You wiggle out of her hold, turning around to playfully boop her nose. She scrunches her face up and smiles. "I have to test the Dauntless again. To make sure the spiral springs are right." You hold it up to her to inspect. "The main spring was making a clicking noise."

She does, acting like she has any idea how it works by rubbing her chin. "Sounds important! Such a smart boy, my baby is." She leans down and kisses you on the crown of your head. "Just be back before dark. You know I worry." She reaches and pinches your cheek, giving it a wiggle. You draw into your shoulders with another giggle. When she stands back up, she puts her hand on your shoulder, as if clinging to every bit of contact with you she can have before sending you off for the day.

It felt as if she was birthed into pure coldness as she finally broke free from the void. Exactly like a fresh hatchling from its egg covered in terrible gestating juices.

She gasped out as she broke through the shell that had broken as it escaped the void with her in it. The air was so cold that she felt as if she was dropped into a frozen lake and she could hardly remember how it felt to be so cold.

Kai'sa crawled out of it as gooey substance stuck to every part of her body. Her void parts were soft as they hardened with the exposure to the chilling air that surrounded her. It nearly sent her into a stasis from the extreme cold.

While the first part of the decade she had fought to survive within the void—the latter half of it was nearly indescribable as the void corruption consumed her head-to-toe to change her. This change was different, unlike all the changes she had experienced up to that point. Something more similar to that of bug birthing from it's column than that of a moulting.

Exhaustion was heavy as her body had grew used to the extreme heat that was within that casing. Her chitin still malleable and her eyes were surprisingly human despite it all. Her face decorated with lines of void corruption and her wings glued together as they tried desperately to harden.

She was weak—her body and the void screamed danger yet the Shuriman night made it too hard to scan her surroundings. Too hard to function and the bitter winds whipped—Sand?

Yasuo, Headcanons coming right up!

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- He can often be seen meticulously caring for his katana multiple times a day. If used, he immediately will clean the blade, sometimes even during a fight if he believes it is safe to do so.

- Up until his meeting with Yone, a few different things have changed regarding his usual behaviours:

He is a recovering alcoholic, he was sober for several years before he relapsed pretty terribly after Yone. He struggled to get it under control until he started travelling with Ahri and since then swore it off completely.

He used to regularly visit shrines while travelling. Often he would detour to shrines if there wasn't already one on the way. He would play Shakuhachi or request to be alone for up to an hour at the shrine before returning with no explanation to what or why. If asked, he would insist that he didn't wish to speak of it. These visits came to a complete stop after Yone.

- Rarely when he is alone or asked, he will sing. He is bashful regarding it.

- Has both a wake-up and winding-down routine, along with waking up and going to sleep at roughly the same time everyday despite how busy or relaxed a day is. Rises and sets with the sun, if up a bit later than usual, he can never make it past midnight unless he is having a really bad night.

@weavewithin ⸺ prompts; always accepting !

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YASUO REGARDING EZREAL;

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

The sparrow dares steal a glance at her Master, curious to see if the memories within the earth are reflected on his visage, hoping he'll be in the rare mood to open his heart and speak of his past. 　一　Taliyah & Yasuo

@weavewithin ⸺ taliyah &&. yasuo.

The ronin remains, stalwart and unmoving to most. But Taliyah is a smart woman— she can peek beneath the craquelure of his very being, and witness the trembling within. Even so, he always maintains that outer edge of control. If not for her, then for himself, lest he crumble beneath his own weight.

His expression falters at the edges, lips pursed in a thin line, brows furrowed. The sight before them is like a hollow memory, the ghosts haunting the barren valley, clamoring at his heels. The sunlight piercing the horizon makes the remains of swords and steel look like jagged teeth. He wonders if being here will get him bitten, one way or the other.

"I did not plan to return here," Yasuo finally broke the silence that hung heavy like a choking cloud, his voice lower than usual. After another long moment, he turns to look at Taliyah then, something cracking in his expression. "I don't know if I'm ready."

the weaver steals little glances, feet shuffling, fingers tracing over stone and dirt. nothing can usually steal her attention from the sun's good night song, it enchants her and lulls her deep into a dream broken only by the falling dark after the last red ray -- but now, oh now the sun has a formidable rival, winning the tug of war over the mage's heart. " I like you, " she says finally, her heart can't keep a single secret. " I like spending time with you, Kai'sa. "

                    𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢𝘩   𝘪𝘴   𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵   𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦   𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴   &   𝘢𝘭𝘭   𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴   𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯   𝘢𝘯𝘥   𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮,   just   like   the   sand   shining   in   the   sunrays   on   the   path   ahead   ;   now,   cooling   off,   the   palette   of   oranges   &   reds   a   harbinger   of   a   cold   night   awaiting.

                    kai'sa   finds   herself   worrying   over   the   stone   -   bender.   she   could   easily   cross   the   desert   on   her   way   to   the   next   city   by   sheer   will   and   her   carapace   leading   on   auto   -   pilot,   but   she   wouldn't   ever   endanger   her   allies'   lives   if   that   wasn't   for   the   utmost   necessity.

                    they   could   camp   here,   far   away   from   any   living   beings   ;   put   up   a   tent   &   share   the   bedroll,   keep   watch   &   over   the   fire,   too.   kaI'sa   takes   everything   into   consideration   :   the   clothes   they   have   (   well,   taliyah   has,   the   void   -   shell   sufficient   enough   )   ;   the   temperature,   the   wind,   the   possibility   of   a   sandstorm,   the…

                    huh?

                    neon   -   violet   gaze   of   the   void's   daughter   redirects   towards   taliyah,   softening   in   an   instant.   carapace's   hood   melts   into   symbiotic   skin   &   kai'sa   narrows   her   eyes,   the   sun   still   too   bright   to   look   at   her   friend   directly.

                    are   these   butterflies   in   her   stomach,   or   is   it   the   parasite   trying   to   gain   more   power,   more   control   over   its   host?