Medea

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Continuation from x ♡ @chronodriven

What does he mean he won't wear it ? The young woman pouted heavily as she stared at her husband . " Oh , please , Ekks ? I wear whatever you ask me to ! Just this once ? Please ? "

Speaking of that golden dress , it hung on her , the garnet jewels sparkling in the soft candle light from mere feet away . The skulls , real or not , gave off this sheen . The shuriman's whole body did , the stench of alcohol and blood of the room almost overpowering her warm vanilla . Oh , meetings always had such surprises , especially ones with the Damnation .

TRICKS behind the MASK, a ridiculous FREAK… I swallow up this BURNING thirst but HYPOCRISY claims its all my fault… Such choices will leave only REGRETS remaining.

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For a moment, his gaze darkened as he looked upon the woman, as though she had revealed something dark, a betrayal in her so few words. How often was he able to feel safe, to be reassured by others? to feel… like he must not be so afraid? Too long. Far too long. His hands trembled, twitching by his sides, motionless for a moment… but then the realization came to him, enough to almost dust his cheeks with red by his own assumption, by his own embarrassment that felt very hot beneath his skin.

No one would be that blunt unless they wished to be ripped to shreds.

And before he could question it, she answered him with her words. So she holds a grudge? He couldn’t blame her–while he held no true hatred for Darius, the two nothing more than the same man on different sides of the table, one a decade older, another a decade more foolish.

“Taliyah,” He grabbed one of her hands with both of his own, being far gentlerthan he needed to, but his expression unsteady as he tried to find the proper words to speak, mouth feeling dry as he struggled, “There are many things I’d like to say, but this is… not the place.” He let go, and instead stood up properly, spine rigid and hands moved behind his back. The more they spoke, and the longer they stayed, the more attention it’d bring, and the sooner she’d say something that would put her, and himself, in a position where he couldn’t feign not knowing, with that charming smile and those kind eyes to draw the burning stared of hatred and turn them to himself, and to gazes of envy and trust.

“You appear to be worse for wear as well. Do you have a place you are staying while in Demacia? I could also have a temporary living arrangement put in place as a…. apology for our less-hospitable people.”

“I’d prefer to be able to speak somewhere without prying eyes and ears.”

Taliyah  was  a  thicc  girl  with  a  thicc  skull ,  if  you  understand .  However ,  her  emotions  were  always  hyper  sensitive .  One  wrong  word  could  leave  her  thinking  for  a  while .  One laugh  at  the  wrong  time  could  break  her  dam .  Any  tone  of  voice  could  make  her  utterly  embarrassed -  which  is  how  she  earned  the  nickname  ‘cherry  girl’ .  And  a  cherry  girl  she  was .  

The  shuriman’s  face  turned  a  bright  red  as  she  glanced  back  up .  Okay . . .  So  he  doesn’t  hate  her .  Yet .  That’s  good ,  right ?  Right .  Taliyah  sent  him  a  nervous  smile .

“  Well . . .  Food  is  more  important  than  shelter .  I  had  a  room  last  night ,  but  that  is  a  couple  cities  over .  My  master  told  me  where  I  could  stay  and . . .  Train  without  him .  “  Taliyah  explained  this  as  best  as  she  could ,  trying  not  to  sound  like  an  absolute  idiot .  Wait ,  does  Garen  know  how  fast  she  can  travel ?  Probably  not .

Her  free  hand  reached  into  her  purse .  It  was  full  of  her  accessories ,  being  warned  that  having  floating  stones  around  you  wouldn’t  look too friendly  in  Demacia ,  and  a  leather  pouch  full  of  coins .

“  How  much  Silver  Serpents  would  it  be ? Demacia  uses  those ,  right ?  Or  was  it  Valors . . .  “  Her  voice  trailed  off ,  inspecting  the  hand  that  held  hers .  “  Your  hands  are  pretty .  And  big .  You  could  probably  grab  my  face .  “

Continuation from x ♡ @iixesha

Taliyah blinked at the man before her , thoughts whirring . Wait . . . How come ? Biting the inside of her cheek , Taliyah took ahold of Ekko's arm .

After all , what's the use of personal space ?

" Why ? I mean , if you bite me , I'd turn into a vampire . So why isn't it the other way around ? " The girl's blue eyes shimmered with wonder , fingers tracing up one of his cold veins . " PG did it once , so why can't I do it again ? "

Jericho . . . Swain . One of the three rulers of Noxus . Taliyah's eyes widened a bit after his introduction , though it was blinked away at the question . " It's nice to meet you , General Swain . A - And . . . Err . . . That's a hard question to answer . Part of me says the rocks are neat , but the other says it's standards . How anyone is welcomed — it sounds like a nice place , not including the bloodshed or trickery . "

Continuation from x ♤ @visionofnoxus

Taliyah got the hint . The curious girl took a step back , eyeing the Noxian cautiously . She was always a bit skeptical of Noxians ever since . . . The thing had happened . Nonetheless , she answered the question . " Taliyah . And . . . You are , sir ? " Taliyah's voice read her nervousness . Perhaps starting a conversation with someone she's yet to know is dangerous ?

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Introduction Starters

" B-But . . . That was a perfectly good banana . Are you okay ? "

Concerned Taliyah noises .

Kayn seductively eats a banana, maintaining eye contact before he takes a big chunk out of it and then throws the rest of it away.