#lightshixld

[noxianhand-archive]

"Tell me Darius. What do you gain from your petty rivalry with Garen?"

@lightshixld

this query, coming from who it comes, makes the hand almost laugh, instead having him sneer, the murk wolf he so often resembles showing through in the expression made. ah, of course, demacians always need to be spoon-fed their answers. shaking his head, darius keeps those red rust eyes of his upon the prince. in his view, rivalries are only entertained between those who are equal matches. garen is as close as it gets in demacia, in his opinion --- even their shared titles, as it stands, make way for the assumption.

it simply begs for the question: 

which one would triumph, in the end, the demacian or noxian might? darius has his bets, but he wouldn’t underestimate a worthy opponent regardless of their foolish choice in alignments.

“and here i thought you were enough of a warrior to know, lightshield.” he sounds as condescending as the words suggest, his distaste for the prince’s ilk obvious. it’s not a matter of him being demacian only, but a matter of him being of royal blood. what is earned through birthright is easy, and a man who carved his way up could see no merit in that. “but see, what puzzles me the most about this is why you don’t ask that to your crownguard---he’d be eager, i imagine, to offer you the simple answer you seek, princeling.”

[lncaendia]

"If you walk away everything will fall apart."

“i need you” starters

“And if I choose to stay, everything that I ever worked for will fall apart anyway, your grace. I choose between my country and yours - and Ionia will forever be my only sovereign.” Her expression is melancholy at best, and she sighs as she speaks. 

“Though Demacia would protect Ionia should this continue, I’d hope - no longer can I stay inside these petracite walls. I feel the magic and the spirits within me fading as each day passes. I can no longer feel the fire within me. I feel numb, and I must leave before my entire existence becomes nothing.”

“I would rather this fall apart, and we forget everything, than lose myself to a wall of stone that was made to kill me.”

[shurima-demigod]

"I'm in trouble..."

Nasus wasn’t expecting visitors in the middle of the night.  At least Demacia had been accommodating to his diplomatic visit and provided him with a guest room.  Of course, he wasn’t exactly expecting the Crown Prince himself to walk in.  Especially not when he was in the middle of cleaning his weapons and armor.

“Um, I think you may have the wrong room.  I was waiting for the maid…”

[lncaendia]

💌

hearts for a lady’s heart

💌: how would my muse go about confessing to someone they liked? would they do it indirectly or directly, or maybe not at all?

In private, perhaps during a long, heated evening, she would let it slip while making love, or while addled with some sort of alcohol while cuddling with her lover. Even just in a quiet evening as she’s falling asleep. Otherwise, she doesn’t really outright make a scene of confessing her love for people, as she’s a rather private person with her affections.