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Pentakill Sona by Eunice Ye

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praetorridcs‌: ( HER ANGEL. )

it was a brilliant day unfolding anew , a bright sun blessing the needy soil and plants below with its warmth accompanied with a gentle breeze that shook blades of grass and flower petals alike. in the mother’s garden , everything sang the joy of the goddess. she had lowered in size and went about each inhabitant of these green lands to tell them about the formidable thing that was to be today : her Muse was returning. the elven deity had been beaming and from the tip of her fingers , gorgeous fruits had grown ; from the flat of her feet , beautiful flowers had blossomed ; from the sound of her voice , majestic birds had flown - the entire garden had prepared itself for the festivity yet to come.

‘ mine own Muse! how dearly i has’t did miss thee! ‘ the melodious voice sings from the back of a graceful nimble deer carrying kayle , golden wavy hair cascading all over her frame and to the ground producing the most breathtaking of sights - nature rises from it’s mount and towards her inspiration herself , hands finding sona’s almost instantly , placing a delicate kiss from rosy lips upon fair knuckles.

‘ has’t i ever shown thee the entirety of these blessed lands? come! ‘

@serencta / told you i’d write a gay starter.

there is a SONG that alights her step, her feet naught but touching the ground, those flowing robes carried by the spirits of INSPIRATION and TRIUMPH. blonde locks frame a cherub face, bow - like lips beaming into a BRILLIANT smile. ah ! there she is ! her own beautiful nature, donned in EMERALDS and PERIDOT ! a melodious hum comes from her gaze as she receives mother nature, her own lashes draped over bemused glimmering eyes as she places her own kisses upon those silken locks and seashell ear. she speaks through symphonies and orchestras, a sound carried to nature’s ear, nature’s mind.

—— [ my ANGEL, my wings, to find yourself as dazzling and lustrous as you always are brings me JOYOUS WONDER, for it has been much too long ! ]

she punctuates her aria with another light - borne smile, taking that firm, strong hand of EARTH and WATER and grasping it with her own of FIRE and AIR.

—— [ let us go see what you have sowed, i have much looked forward to SPRINGTIME to see you bloom once more and awaken from that winter’s rest. ]

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mhm.

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ablaze with the heat of the crowd, fiery locks glued to sweaty flesh, those clawed fingers striking electricity alongside that winged voice, their very passion alight with the hot lights upon that dark stage. she looks towards her, back - to - back, flashing smiles of pyre to one another as the crowd continues to roar. and, in the impulse of the moment, in the adrenaline of performance she places a passionate kiss upon her still open lips. for she is HERS, and HERS alone, she must let them know.

fire awakes from her wings and from her voice , fire barely contained in her eyes and in her soul - raining down upon the maddened crowd fiercely. kayle has never grinned so wide as her bright hues meet sona’s and never had she felt such happiness but in this very moment where it feels there is only them and them alone upon the stage ; the angel clutches her sword - microphone end of it inches from her mouth as she releases an excited yell that closes the song - soon to be drowned by ecstatic applauses and screams of awe.

the singer’s gaze darts from the crowd to the keyboardist again , a smile kayle gives only to her alone painted upon her features as sona draws near and so boldly grabs the taller woman by the neck and pull her down into a fiery kiss - that is instantly reciprocated. this only agitates the yelling audience further , only to remain unheard to the blonde angel’s ears , too busy slithering an arm around the other’s waist. out of breath and a little shaken , the laugh the singer gives waver.

‘ damn , red. you’re gonna make people jealous. ‘

unprompted. | @serencta

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vibration, the very aspect of sound, of music, seemed to dance upon her skin as her bright gaze peers towards her muse, her angel. she dons a smile, a waxing crescent as she places a soft kiss upon that heated cheek. she need not speak, her actions are words. ( for kayle. )

among luxuriant greens and browns and endless fields of flowers each a different color , between high and proud mountains towering over all kinds of trees , sits the mother of it all and - cradled within palms turned to the sky - sits her most precious treasure. elegantly , the Muse glides over the hands of Nature and robs a smile from her - wide and brilliant. adorned in whites and gold and laurels crowning curled golden hair , the goddess of inspiration waves the other down to her level and kayle obliges.

it is the softest of ghost that flutters against the porcelain of the elven deity’s rose cheek , the gentlest of gesture yet the most heartwarming of them all. kayle cannot help but emit a melodious giggle -  green eyes mirroring the smile she adorns.

neither does she need to say anything. together , in silence , they complete each others.

unprompted. | @serencta

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LOVE MARKS. / a gift for @serencta!

under the grasp of silken digits dancing upon her flesh she finds herself helpless , a fire that was always into her voice now burning a pit into her stomach. it isn’t the satin of the sheets below that feels smoother but the expertly wandering fingers of the maven. a shiver awakens cradled in her spine and a warmth spreads from her chest to her cheeks , the heavenly fingers brush against the small of her neck with sacred tenderness and sona leans down upon the angel captured between thighs to grace with a kiss the singer’s jawline. she hears an exhale near her ear and a smile blossoms on her lips , they wander lower to the pristine neck in a loving trail. 

attention after attention , the fire inside burns higher. kayle cants her head to the side and manicured lithe fingers find themselves on each sides of her beloved’s waist , expectantly pulling - silent implore. the mouth to her neck made itself more insistent in it’s affection ; making way to teeth against flesh , marking what was it’s. those wings of metal tensed up , every fiber of the woman below tensed and sona felt it all. a smile. another bite. the quietest of whimper answers.

ah. slightly , the keyboardist leans back to admire her own work ; reddened spots strewn upon pallid skin , loveliest constellation of her adoration. she places a gentle kiss on each of them and feel the singer tremble a little after each. and then red lips find violet ones , smeared lipstick. 

sona replaces a strand of wild blonde hair behind kayle’s ear with a sharp smile.

it’s good to mark your territory sometimes.

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signs "hello".

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she smiles, her hands lifting to respond enthusiastically, a glimmer of HAPPINESS in her gaze as she signs slowly to allow him to process her signs.

—— [ ‘ hello, kayn, you have been practicing ! ’ ]

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the-darkin-scythe‌:

The calm friendly tone of her voice does a lot to soothe Kayn he settles into a more friendly posture no longer feeling a sense of possible danger 

- Etwall? aetwall? What is this? But as to answer your question my name is Kayn a traveler you could say

—— [ “ etwahl, the instrument you see before you. it is my companion, of sorts. ” ]

she runs her hand along the golden strings, the instrument shuddering once more underneath her touch as the hum brings a soft smile to her lips. Sona once more looks to the boy, glancing briefly to the weapon he holds before bowing her head slightly.

—— [ “ a pleasure to meet you, Kayn. what business have you in this part of Ionia ? ” ]

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frigidink‌:

His lips pulled back in a snarl at that stroke of her instrument. That stung. Not much, but it stung. That irritated him further. This was obnoxious, and he was starting to wonder if killing her would be worth it. Pen knew he would be in serious hot water if he did, but Sona was making this more complicated and annoying than he’d intended.

For a moment, the thought of a blonde haired girl crossed his mind. A girl he knew, a girl who ran. A girl he should’ve cared about but never did. A place that should’ve been home, but never was. It wasn’t a happy thought.

Pen took a few steps towards the city, still facing Sona. As long as she proved to be an annoyance, he wasn’t letting her out of his sight. He snapped up a piece of grass and stuck it between his teeth. “Few?” he countered, frost coming out of his mouth. “I think you of all people would know the many of this pathetic city were bigoted and hateful towards anyone like us. If I recall, the only reason they deal with The Institute is because they know they can’t win against it.”

For a moment, he ground the end of the grass blade between his molars. “And even if the many here are innocent, why would that matter? They wouldn’t be any skin off Runeterra’s nose if they died.”

her fingers curl as he continues to speak, her cerulean gaze following each of his every movements, to the finger that plucks a blade of grass and sticks it ‘tween lips blue with cold, to his feet as they step closer and closer to where she stands, the weapon in front of her shivering at the still ever present chill. her head cants, those long tresses of hair seemingly to pool behind her in a TEMPEST of silent fury as she plucks another string, a forceful staccato.

—— [ “ i repeat, you will NOT speak of Demacia’s in that way. this is my home and i am one of its defenders, and you remain a threat. these people are INNOCENT and ALIVE, you have no need to kill them to continue your ambition. ” ]

and, in a movement bestowed with the grace of only a maven, she moves her fingers strongly upon the strings to a crashing CRESCENDO, that music resonating in a sonorous wave towards the frost-wreathed man in front of her, enveloping him in a golden vibrato. she moves her finger again, another staccato that cuts the leaf of grass in his lips, the green blade fluttering to the ground.

—— [ “ leave now, before i change my aim to your own body. ” ]

Chill [closed]

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the-darkin-scythe‌:

Kayn shudders and quickly drops his stance as hears and feels a voice in his head that isnt his nor Rhaast’s he isnt used to not knowing what is going on and it makes him feel odd. He quickly tries and fails to recover his composure 

- What have you done? Yes I can hear you how did you do this trick? 

the reaction she receives from the boy brings a smile to her lips, despite herself. despite the darkness she feels and sees, it seems he has not lost the LIGHT of YOUTH within him ( a light that she hopes to foster, if only with this brief interaction ). her posture relaxes, her instrument lowering from its previous alert position as she raises a hand to point to her throat, her eyes half-lidded with mirth. her tone is kind, gentle, for she feels some kinship, some sympathy for the boy.

—— [ “ this is just but a part of my true magic, as for i cannot speak for i am mute. i am Sona, a performer and maven of the etwahl. may i ask who you are ? ]

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the-darkin-scythe‌:

Kayn slows his walk as he looks up and notices a strange woman up ahead possessing a curious instrument. Noticing her strange hand movements made at him he comes to a stop taking a defensive stance looking at her quizzically.

-Who are you? What do you want?  

she frowns, her hands lowering immediately at his BEWILDERED expression, taking an open posture. she was in no position or want of defending herself ( yet her etwahl shudders readily in front of her, as if readying itself for a possible conflict ). she hushes it with a hand, running her fingers along the strings as she breathes in, her mind already reaching for that innate connection. she searches before finding that slight line, a shadow-covered branch that extends from the boy’s mind. she speaks, softly, tentatively, her voice echoing into his head.

—— [ “ can you hear me now ? ” ]

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{ @the-darkin-scythe }

THERE WAS DARKNESS, a shadow that lingers upon Sona’s fingertips as she thrums a minor chord, sorrowful and anxious as she peers upon the boy who approaches her. a chill, cold and freezing, runs down the line of her arms, legs, back, her eyes full of a nervous sorrow. she bemoans the loss of innocence, clear from that inhuman eye, from the armor that laces this boy’s arm, and, most importantly, that DARK WEAPON HE CARRIES. she frowns, her lips pursing as her fingers hover over the strings of her etwahl, her posture straight, tense. slowly, her hands raise to sign, carefully.

—— [ ‘ do you understand this language ? ‘ ]

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"can I bring Rakan?? he likes ice-cream."

@umbranatus

her smile falters ( if but only slightly ) and her lips terse, but remain curved into that kind smile ( despite the strange hardness behind it ). she pats the man on his shoulders before gripping it, her brows furrowing a bit but that KINDNESS still remaining, or well, enduring. she then moves her hands up to type into her phone before showing him.

—— [ sure ofc, as long as he doesn’t rip off his shirt again in public like he did last time i am not getting him out of police holding AGAIN the third time was good enough for me- ]

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she has a basket of various treats, hairpins, bobbles, trinkets, stuffed animals, and graphic t-shirts that she places with a flourish into Zoe's arms before placing a loving kiss on her forehead. she signs, [ happy valentine's, dear ! ]

* REV UP THOSE F R Y E R S !  /  aa.  /  @serencta 

dual hued eyes stare at the gifts ,  unfamiliarity blowing them wide and brow raised.  sona was a new presence in her life ,  introduced by ezreal and someone zoe had grown accustomed to very quickly.  she was a calming presence ,  appearing ethereal and an aura which she could only describe as motherly.  to this ,  the young aspect was appreciative ;  sona’s presence itself was treading into what could only be described as forgotten territory.

so this moment ,  of sudden material gifts and a sentimental kiss on the forehead feels somewhat familiar ,  though long since missed.  it brings a smile to her face ,  warm and bright.    ❛    happy valentine’s !!  this stuff is so cool  —-  i think you really pinpointed my style with these shirts ,    ❜    she glances through them for a moment ,  lopsided grin taking over features.

❛    ohhhh ,  can you stay over ??  ez’ll be home soon  —-  i think ?  but ,  you can play with my hair ‘till he comes back !!  c’mooon ,  please ?    ❜

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who needs regular chocolate when you can have whiskey? a small bottle of it with a red ribbon and a neatly scrawled note saying " meet me in bed later <3 " can be found in the band room next to kayle's mic!

valentine’s day!! - @serencta

the door of the flat opened silently and the angel entered into a darkened room. the curtains were closed , her digits flipped a switch on the wall and dim light gave her vision of the room again. kayle yawned , threw her jacket messily over the nearest seat and ran a pale hand through golden locks as she made her way into the room - still a dirty mess. suddenly her attention caught itself upon the gift wrapped in silken red ribbon and lithe fingers picked up the note left upon the table. a crooked half smile blossoms on painted lips and the singer grabs the bottle , not hesitating to remove the lid and take a good sip from it - an exhales and kayle moves again - the switch was flipped again and the room grew dark once more.

‘ did you wait for me? ‘ echoes lowly the woman’s voice into the bedroom , a smile present in every words of her - the crop top she wears slides over one of her shoulder as she first sits on the edge of the bed , bottle still in hand and hair a mess ; eyes staring at her maven. she bends down over the keyboardist laying on her side , tip of nose almost touching her own and scent of lips almost noticeable from how close she kept herself. kayle smiled , lids falling halfway on these icy eyes - she hums with delight.

‘ hope you didn’t get too bored while i wasn’t there , red. ‘

a breathed chuckle and she cannot help herself but press her lips against sona’s own.

her maven. her keyboardist. her love.

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blows a kiss your way !!

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Greek Muses: Clio

Κλειώ, Kleiṓ; “made famous” or “to make famous”, also spelled Kleio, is the muse of history, or in a few mythological accounts, the muse of lyre playing.