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❝ what is so wrong with wanting to take care of you? ❞

|| Darken Prompts || Accepting || @umbranatus

There was a moment’s hesitation—A moment where he did not react immediately. So many years, he honed himself, his body, his mind, and yet, sometimes he was still caught off guard. Kayn tended to be the one that had caused that reaction from him—But was that unexpected? Kayn himself was an enigma—Noxian by birth, Ionian by choice, successor to the Master of Shadows, no doubt would be the one to control the shadows one day, and yet corrupted riddled the young Assassin’s flesh. Darkin. A battle of the mind, Zed could only imagine the agony that his Second experienced. He feared for whatever it could be, but he would not voice these fears. Nor could the Shadows voice it for him—Not since Kayn’s own reach to the Shadows was… compromised.

Zed finally took a breath—Did he need to breath? Not really. But he did—If nothing else, out of force of habit, out of having been alive so long, out of having needed to breathe just as normal people did, he forgot that it was no longer a necessity—Certainly felt like it was, especially on the off chance something prevented it. Still human. Somewhat human.

“Kayn…” He took another moment, staring at the other—Perhaps not staring, but with no pupils, there was no chance of tracing where the other was looking. Instead, his eyes were darting, yet it would seem that he only stared—Rather, Zed’s eyes darted over the other, scanning every little bit, every little feature, as though he feared he would one day forget these features, or perhaps it had been so long since he had last seen him, trying to compare them to before, even if the before was a mere day, or even a single hour.

Zed’s arms folded over his chest, anxiety in his still-beating heart—Was it beating, or only the shadows manipulating it to think it beat? He would rather not dwell on that thought, should the shadows interpret that as a shun from the Master, and to stop. His arms protected his chest, even if his spine was rigid and stance firm, that did not stifle that he struggled to find the words he needed to answer this question. To shield himself from his own second—Almost a funny thought. Should the question not feel so heavy, the words that tried to form feel so heavy on his tongue, he may have smiled beyond his mask.

But—He bared himself, moving his arms—Rather, he moved one to behind his head, and the other at the front of his mask, the tipped fingertips sliding between the slits in the front of the mask, his other hand undoing the back, the scarf sliding around his neck, and he finally pulling the mask off, red eyed—Face bare, just as pale—sickly, even, as always, his long white hair sloppily done up, only enough to keep it out of the way when placing his mask upon his face, or to not cause disturbance during the day…

And he set down the mask, and looked his son in the eye. Finally, he grew past the anxiety, and mustered the strength to speak.

“You are the Successor to the Shadows themselves. You bear your own demons—And you cannot ignore them to fight mine, should they eat you from the inside out…” Quite literally, but that thought caused a deep sickness in the pit of his stomach. He could not bring himself to say it--to say those two words. “For the Order—For Ionia herself, you need to not want to care for me, but rather yourself. You cannot afford to fall into disrepair, and any spare time or energy is due to be placed for yourself—And to grow stronger, or to defeat the parasite within you.

“I love you, Kayn. I do. And for that reason… Care less. It would all be in vain should…” He hesitated. For a moment, genuine fear was on his face, but just as soon as it appeared--it disappeared. “Should something… happen, to you.”

That thought terrified him above all else. It was the one scenario... He had no plan for. No idea what he would do, how he would react, what he would think... It was the only thing that could evade him, no matter how long he thought about it.

Those thoughts came by more and more often as Kayn seemed to grow... Worse.

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@ncumenia Returns to Shadow

Shadows coiled and curled across the world--Across Runeterra. And he was the one who watched over them all, who was able to detect when a shadow was burned by the light, when new shadows spread, undisturbed by the sun, by fire...

And when one of those entwined with the Shadows shows distress--He can sense that, too. Perhaps not distress, but nonetheless, there was one he considered... A friend--No, that word was too kind, too gentle, too intimate, even. They were not friends... Allies in the making, perhaps--And if nothing else, the Shadows were not ones to abandon those of their own. 

It was not hard to find his way to his... Ally in the making--Ernye. Shadows existed everywhere, darting from place to place, even if it was across the seas, across treacherous lands... Targon did not seem so foreign, now. Especially not now that the Shadows were so comfortable here. 

Red eyes stared--while pupilless, they still darted around, searching, shoulders tensed--Then released, fists unclenched.

“Ernye. It’s Zed.” Beneath the mask, he smiled. “It has been a long time since we have spoken, hasn’t it?”

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Shieda Kayn’s name is probably confused by most people in the RPC. For example, look at Xan Irelia. Xan is her family name, and Irelia is her personal name. The same applies for Shieda Kayn--Shieda is his ‘family’ name, or the ‘family’ name Zed gave him, and Kayn is his personal name. 

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Resetting all relationships [if you want to continue one, DM me] Zed is returning. 

Consider this a Starter Call/Plotting Call

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Resetting all relationships [if you want to continue one, DM me] Zed is returning. 

Consider this a Starter Call/Plotting Call

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so i’m debating on archiving this blog, simply because... i have no muse for Z.ed anymore. i once did, but after i felt like i was unable to come onto this blog because i would be harassed, it sort of died. i might try making a new blog or i might abandon him entirely. for now, i’m not sure but i feel as though i should announce it. 

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Surprise attack from the ceiling! Landing on his shoulders, Kayn lets out a triumphant laugh, covering their master's vision as best as their little hands could. "Guess who!" [shadowtread]

[ @shadowtread ]

Well, the master knew where his pupil was, of course. The Shadows watched over them in a way that always made him hopeful--and comforted. They would take to them far stronger that they ever took to him, and... While it may end up being chaotic, leading to the Shadows being trapped all over again...

... Right now, he couldn’t help but just find the young Acolyte to be his own little bundle of joy. 

“AH!” While it was a bit exaggerated, he was still impressed by Shieda. They were skilled, and skilled young. It made things feel... better, knowing that they still retained some semblance of their childhood innocence. 

But, he chuckled as small hands tried to cover the eyesockets of his mask. “Hmm, Shieda? You’re the only one I struggle with detecting. It has to be you.” He asked, and even if he still wore his mask, even now...

...he had a lopsided, goofy grin on. He never thought he would be a father, or even raise a child, but... it felt right. He couldn’t help but just feel so prideful in the little shadow.

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“Since when were there five..ten Kayns?”

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i see I have a lot of k.ayns following me and I would like to state that Z.ED IS A TOTAL DAD THAT LOVES HIS SON WITH ALL HIS HEART. I'm willing to let him be a dad to other members of the order too.

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since i’m at almost 200 followers uhhhhhhh like if you want a starter and/or Zed to invade your askbox. length will vary.

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im literally never active here but every single time i check back on this blog i have 5 more followers

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“I would like a cat that is… any or all of those,” Talon replied softly. “I only want… to offer a good home to those who otherwise may not be… loved as they deserve.”

For a long moment he thought, letting out a soft hum. “Well, there's a few. An older one that lost one of his hind legs, another which we took from a bad home. She warms up to people after awhile but still... Scared, a kitten which was rejected from its mother... Is that the sort of thing you were looking for?”

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Talon tilted his head as he considered his options. He adored all cats, after all, and being so cruel as to make a selection based upon preferences was not something he found he could do easily.

“…Do you have a cat that is… That isn’t readily liked by others?”

“... Less readily liked... Well, depends what you mean by that. Do you mean cats that tend to be less affectionate or accepting of a new person? Or do you mean the ones that tend to be overlooked? I understand some go hand in hand, but... depends what you desire.”

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A smile slowly spread across Talon’s face as Zed spoke. Oh, how he adored cats…!

“Yes please,” he said softly. “If… you will allow it.”

A small huff from the man. It was... a little funny. Of course he would make no other comment on the other’s excitement. 

“Well... what kind of cat? Larger, smaller? And specifics at all?”

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He chuckled a little. “Remind me of that later, Shieda. I did get you one, but that’s not what I was thinking of at the current moment.” 

It took a moment, but the shadows themselves seemed to deliver something to him--A uniform, akin to his own, yet sewn to be suiting for Kayn’s Darkin arm, and rather than red, it was a deep, rich blue in color. 

“This has long since been overdue, Shieda. I know that. But late is better than never, no?” Behind the mask was a small smile. He knew this may not have meant as much to Shieda as it did to him, but... He felt proud of his child. 

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He nodded knowingly. He knew he may not know her personal wrath, but he wanted Noxus dead just as well as any Ionian.

“It seems they do. My Order is dedicated to the protection of Ionia, and at that, the inevitability to face Noxus… And to kill a commander could cause a wave of trouble, as you must be aware. Do you have any leads as of now?”

“What are you watching?”

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The way he looked at people… It was through them, past them, as though there was someone behind, but there was no one there. His pupilless gaze adjusted to her face, even if it wouldn’t have made much difference to how he looked. 

“Your shadows. They tell a sad and broken tale.”

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