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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 😡 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Stomp-stomp-stomp. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Books are a marvelous idea. I cannot believe we did not think of this upon the mountain. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ I wanna kiss her. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ✨ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Eye twitch. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ You and the Pantheon would certainly get along nicely. He often speaks the same way of the constellations… ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ I do worry for him, but if fate has its way, Atreus has little need for fortune. He carries the mantle well— As well as any of the rest of us. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Tis’ a heavy burden. I must ceaselessly remind Atreus he is ( not ) immortal— He would like to fight anything… ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

For all of eternity, the moon and sun have chased each other around the world. Long into the future, they will continue this chase, merging the days into months into years into centuries, until the day the sun cannot take the separation any longer— and she shatters.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ No, but the ✨ Divine Power of the Sun ✨ certainly makes me feel eons older. 💧 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ I oft wonder how humans navigate the world with such brief lifespans... ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Rawr. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Upon the Mountain, dragons and otherworldly abominations would attack Solari villages often. This is the most ordinary Wednesday afternoon she’s had thus far in Piltover. The Aspect is just going to sip her tea and enjoy her silks. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ I would like to pet it. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Puppy! 🥺 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ But in a charming way. Like Koi fish…! ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ I happen to be quite taken with ‘this place.’ 🙂 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Is this what they teach at the esteemed University of Piltover? 💧 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ??? ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀ . ⠀⠀ ⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Targon can really be anywhere ! ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Wide-eyed. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Does a little twirl. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ It’s a Targonian thing. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

☀️

✨

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐨𝐥, 𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐬. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Scribbling about how much she hates the Moon into her journal. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ( Hands up ! ) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 🥺 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ This child would make an ( excellent ) addition to the Ra’Horak… 💭 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊ Boo no transparent gifs on Bluesky. 😠

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Fire. ( 😊 ) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Streeeeeeeeetch. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Ionia. ✨ ( She mused. ) I've always wanted to see it. Alas, I do not voyage well. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Talis. ( A half-curtsy. ) You mentioned leaving— A vacation, I hope? You seem in need of one. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ What on Runeterra hath befallen you? ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ She's gliding a cloth along the blade of her ornate blade, humming to herself, eyes following the morningstar as it slips below the horizon. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊ Does anyone else just use other people’s following lists as a way to find accounts to follow? because that’s like the only way I know how to find people to follow. 😭

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ‘Weed’…? ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

A twinge of embarrassment fell through Leona. She’d forgotten Mel’s role as a politician. Of course she could read someone as simple as Leona. But still, Piltovan was kind enough to not pry. Leona’s features lit up at the mention of Targon, eyes lifting to the constellations above. —

"That's very kind of you, cousin." Mel was an amazing host, Leona's every need was taken care of. Her excitement waned for but a moment, she’d already written off Piltover’s day of love. There was some hesitation following Mel’s question. “Ah— I’m sure I could read you something.” She managed. —

Her eyes twitch down to the book, then back to her cousin. "Tis' only poetry of the Mountain." Her voice was dismissive, finger flicking the leather-bound book closed. The Aspect's attention shifted to the tray. "Is there a gala I wasn't invited to? Where might you be off to?" A brow raised.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ She's perched over the balcony of her Piltovan suite, scribbling notes into her journal, head perking at the Medarda matriarch's beckon. "Mel." A sparkle of ember in her eyes, warm as the tone of her voice. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

Angelite No one will stop me from loving Mel✨️💛 Sorry, not Sorry.