PSA: I don’t care if it takes you two days or two months to reply to something… I understand that life outside of Tumblr can get hectic sometimes, and I understand that you need to put real life issues first.
Take as long as you need. And never feel bad about having to drop something with me, if you need to. Its okay. I will always understand!
I think your take on Riven is really unique, and personally, I really enjoy it. I find it really refreshing how you've managed to put such an original spin on a character who's so established in the fanon, not to mention that your writing is just fantastic.
ā Anonymous
me crying so much, tbh… this is so much of my goal in tackling riven as a muse — so to see that people feel this way or gather this from my portrayal? means worlds to me, to be honest. thank you so much, anon!
slender digits reached out to cradle rough expression on the other’s features, locking her gaze on desperate pleas reflected in the warrior’s eyes. even beyond the thick black smoke in every battlefield or the most serene of nights, nami directed undivided attention towards riven, having a heightened sense of urgency to protect. sense of belonging was not a familiar notion, yet natural was it to be entangled in immense adoration with the seemingly right person. strength measured not only the number of enemies slain, & most people forget such. equilibrium with emotions came with just importance. this was a love she did not know how to deal with ———– afraid to look like a fool.
❛ look at me, ❜ throat tightened, seeking frantically for the right words to soothe her companion. mind was utterly blank from overthinking ——– repelled from the idea of losing riven, whether it was from vicious wars or the complete death of her spirit in living in an environment overrun with toxicity. nami marveled at the breathtaking shape which love took ———- scars did not dismiss the beauty she possessed. careful was the press of lips upon her forehead, free hand tucking loose strand behind riven’s ear.
❛ i would fight the demons for you. i would follow you anywhere. it’s a promise i made, ❜ physical ache enveloped the marai’s chest, wishing to extinguish the perils of riven’s past & transform every waking moment with the possibility of a better future ahead. there was no dwelling over what has been done, & this was her contribution ——— to ease the pain & give the happiness she had deserved. the earth did not shake as nami leaned in for a kiss, briefly diverting their attention into something much grander. there was no lightning bolt to make it more exciting ———- instead, there was only reassurance in the fulfillment of the vow which she spoke of earlier. beautiful was the stillness of the world, as if it existed for the pair. sweet pecks lingered as nami finally broke their contact, still holding her face. in this moment, protectiveness rose ——— so did a clear image of what she wishes her tomorrow would appear to be.
his intended travel companion was long gone ( safe, hopefully ) and on the way to altissia. the woman across the fire from nyx wasn’t lunafreya nox fleuret, but someone he had unintentionally owed something of a debt to now. nifs and daemons alike were on his trail and he wasn’t strong enough again yet to be able to fend them off like he knew he could. she helped. why she lingered and why he didn’t take off while she slept, he wasn’t sure. company, he supposed. going from the company of all his glaive brethren to the loud solitary confinement of his thoughts was jolting. ( that and two is better than one, particularly when one isn’t up to snuff. ) nyx picks at some gauze wrapped across his marred arm, knee propped up to hold the dead weight of it.
“you always this quiet or am i just lucky – ?”
❛ apologies… i was a bit lost in my head — ❜ a fractional quirk of her lips could be misconstrued as something closer to a grimace than a smile. beside her lay her broken blade, propped against her perch along with her as her eyes, mirroring the flame, rose to pull him into focus ; noting more-so to herself his choice to toy at the gauze that protected a wounded arm. riven had never been able to explain together why she had instincts so different from those of her origins. her heart was too big when compared against other noxians… and in that she wanted to reach over and swat his hand away or scold him to let it heal properly.
she nods toward his arm before she can stop herself, though her tone is far closer to warm over harsh or critical, ❛ — if you keep fussing with it, it won’t heal right. ❜
unrelated to previous posts: i upgraded the ram on this, and photoshop, etc does work better… but it, and league, still eat up the cpu since it has an older processor. i might not be able to properly play league til i get a new job and buy a new computer. sadness fills me.
