# ⚜⌞ The Rogue Sentinel ⌝ ─ ic.

[avengerang]

@nameaprice asked: "Do you miss anything from your childhood? Sometimes I hear people commenting on their own with nostalgia and I just can't relate."

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⚜ 𝕌𝕟𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 ⚜

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      𝐈𝘁 𝘄𝐚𝘀 𝘀𝐨𝐦𝐞𝘄𝐡𝐚𝘁 𝗿𝐚𝗿𝐞 𝘁𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝘃𝐞 𝘀𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝘁𝐞𝗿𝐞𝘀𝘁𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝘀 𝐩𝐚𝘀𝘁.      Was it curiosity that made her ask   ?   Was it personal, or would she have asked anyone else if he happened to not be around  ?   Akshan's gaze pulls towards the ground, a thoughtful expression plastered on his face as he tries to rewind memories of his childhood. It makes him frown, struggling to find anything worthy of nostalgia or longing. Would he miss the deafening laughter of adults passing by the streets   ?   Would he like to recall the taste of dirt and sand on his tongue after his jaw had been pushed into the ground   ?   Funnily enough, Akshan would always tell himself it was for the better good. To stand up against wrongdoers, no matter how old he was. Admittedly, it might have cost him more than he later realized. A whole chunk of childhood that could have been spent being carefree. Enjoying life and such.

     ❝ I would think orphans don't miss their childhood. After all, it is the worst part of life for them, no   ? ❞     Typically, beside the grim expression, the Sentinel manages to sprinkle a light-hearted tone between syllables. He doesn't need pity. He never needed it to go on. Sharing the same absence of relation as the bounty hunter feels relieving.

     ❝ Ey, looks like we are just two people, not knowing crap about enjoying memories. Any specific reason why you can't   ? ❞

[avengerang]

@nameaprice asked: "Do you have any hard liquor in that satchel? I need a drink."

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⚜ 𝕌𝕟𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 ⚜

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      𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝘁 𝘄𝐞𝗿𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝘆𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝘀𝐞 𝐚𝘀𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝗿 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝘃𝐞𝗿𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝘁𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝘁𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝘀𝐞𝗿𝘁, 𝐡𝐞 𝘄𝐨𝘂𝐥𝐝 𝘄𝐨𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝐡𝐞𝐢𝗿 𝘀𝐚𝐧𝐢𝘁𝘆.     But it was Sivir who demanded an answer to this question. Brown hues stared holes into the woman's face, eyebrows lifted tauntingly high, Akshan's shoulders followed suit. A twirl of both hands, as if a merchant wants to display their wide range of wares.

     ❝ Oh, of COURSE   !   What do you want   ?   Red wine, rum, absinthe maybe   ? ? ? ❞     Self-explanatory, the Sentinel did not carry any alcohol with himself. A walk through the desert was hardly a place to dry oneself up more with booze. With a silent scoff, Akshan unties the satchel from his belt, offering the same to the lady next to him with a hint of mock disappointment.     ❝ It so happens that I look like a guy who carries liquor with himself, what an enlightenment to know that. Like a responsible adult, as I am myself, I only carry water with me. ❞

     ❝ We can stop by an inn if that does not ease your thirst, my friend. Actually, that sounds like a fantastic plan. Blessed be my mind, hah   ! ❞

[avengerang]

"He lives!" It's her cheeky way of saying she missed him.

      𝐓𝐡𝐞𝗿𝐞 𝘄𝐚𝘀 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝘆𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝘁𝐡𝐚𝘁 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝘀 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝗿 𝘀𝐡𝐚𝗿𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐝𝘃𝐞𝐧𝘁𝘂𝗿𝐞𝘀 𝗿𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝘁𝐥𝘆.      Clothes slightly disheveled, as was his hair. What nobody, not a single person on this planet, could take from him, however, was that oh-so-sure-of-himself grin.

Throwing his dark hair over his shoulder for dramatic purposes alone, Akshan strikes her with his signature smile, a click of his tongue.

     ❝ Of course I do, darling. I come  &  go at unpredictable times. Not even death can claim this sentinel   ! ❞

[avengerang]

Very silently under his breath.

❝ . . . shit. ❞

[avengerang]

@nameaprice asked: "Akshan, come here..." One of her hands gently touched his face as she leaned in, lips brushing against his own. The movement was so spontaneous that it looked like it had been done before. Well, save for the time they shared a quick peck to the lips when they were figuring out what that chemistry between them was about. This time Sivir kissed him deeply and with tongue, her hand moving from face to nape, fingers threading into his silky hair. (careful what you wish for u.u)

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      𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝘃𝐞𝗿𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝘀 𝐦𝘂𝐠, 𝗿𝐞𝐟𝗿𝐞𝘀𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝘆 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝗿𝐥𝐢𝐞𝗿, 𝐡𝐚𝘀 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝘁𝐨 𝗿𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝘁𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝗿𝐚𝘁𝘂𝗿𝐞 𝐚 𝘄𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐨.      He was no fast drinker, much less able to hold his drinks. Despite his cheerful attitude most of the time, Akshan was more fond of spending the new year alone. It developed into some comfortable ritual at this point. But Sivir seemed to worked on her puppy dog eyes to his misfortune. Couldn't really act against it.

The copper cup leaves his lips, with a small thud now resting on the table in front of the shuriman. Only the short time he needed to swallow got sparred before a warmer sensation than warm booze hit his lips.

OKAY ? ? ?

Obviously, his brain took liberties with processing what was going on. One second, two seconds, three . . . yup, there was someone kissing him . . . Actually, roll that back. SIVIR   ?   IS SHE ALRIGHT   ? ? ?   The man was frozen, eyes wide like saucers, as the only thing he could do for these first moments was to offer a dumbfounded stare. Certainly, the air was getting hotter around here. Where his attention was drawn to this sweet and soft sensation, this very sudden sensation, Akshan almost missed her fingers gliding gently past his face, over his neck and eventually leaving a trail of goosebumps where they went on their journey.

The first shock was over. Thank the gods. He couldn't imagine seeing him from a third perspective right now. The bounty hunter's tongue was eventually trying to push against his lips, not really asking, claiming.   [ . . . ]   And that was his sign. His own welcomed her. The hand, occupied earlier with the mug, now deliberately searching for the back of Sivir's head, making sure she sits through this. No backing away now; she would have to commit after starting this game.

The edges of his lips turn up in what can only be recognized as an utterly cocky and witty smirk. Departing but keeping proximity, a characteristic smile is offered to his drinking partner.     ❝ Eager, aren't we   ? ❞

Maybe celebrating with people as an exception wasn't that bad of an idea . . .

[avengerang]

❝ Smart girl. ❞     He observed his left hand in idle fashion. Hm, a ring would look good on there.

[avengerang]

There were two pieces of paper in either of her hands. One was a list of items to shop for, that she found on top of Akshan's backpack and the other was the anonymous note she got. She was comparing the handwriting and they seemed to match.

"Hey Akshan. Did you send me something recently?"

      A sharp breath was getting sucked in,       the little note he wrote for his next stroll through the market soon swept out of Sivir's nosy little fingers.

     ❝ Don't-- Read my stuff . . . ! ❞    His warning sounded more like a whiny plea   —   flustered by being caught so soon. Caught at all. The bounty hunter's eyes spoke volumes about having formed an idea. Why must he have such an identifiable handwriting   ? !

     ❝ I, uhm . . . no   ?   We see each other often enough. Why would I send you something   ?   You spent too much time in the sun   ? ❞     Oh how defensive the sentinel was all of a sudden. The little paper gets scrunched up, tugged in his pocket before looking the other way. He frowns. To himself more than to Sivir's reasonable question.

[avengerang]

@piranhasbreath (Thresh)

❝ Sneaky, unkillable, yes. This might have been the strangest compliment I, as a Sentinel, have gotten . . . Like ever. ❞