#⋘ ─ ◈ TANTED SPIRIT ❖ irelia - v: corrupted. ◈ ─ ⋙

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for the first time in what seemed like an eternity , the nightblade slept well when she was within crux's arms. no nightmares TORE her from her sleep in terror , no bad memories to keep at bay. she no longer feared the shadows , she was a part of them. they ACCEPTED her , begrudgingly at first. but as she mastered her new shadowed blade , they obeyed her. once only her trainer , along the way crux had become something more. she felt powerless to stop her people from DYING but crux was the one who trained her new power && thus RENEWED her determination. ( albeit corrupting her spirit in the process ) if she could not help ionia while she was bathed in the light , as captain of the guard , she’ll have to make do with what she can while within the shadows. and with crux pressed up tightly against her back , his arm wrapped around her waist , she feels like she finally has a CHANCE.

tagging @shxdowborne bc its ur boy

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FUCK YES for irelia obvs do you even need me to specify

send ‘ fuck yes ‘ for sin ( or memes ). | selectively accepting !

❛ we’re supposed to be doing TRAINING , master. ❜ 

a low ACHE spreads through her body , still reeling from the adrenaline from their training session. the blade pressed into her neck does not RELENT , even though she’s given the signal for giving up. there is no feasible way of getting out , crux’s body cages her own && she’s DEFINITELY no rival for his physical strength. the only thing which made sense to do was to surrender. and yet her two wrists are still being PINNED to the floor , crux’s thigh wedged between her thighs && pressed up awfully close to her. so she waits , cobalt hues meeting crimson and with BATED breath.

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a feel better starter for @shxdowborne​

silently , the woman comes up from behind. there’s no way that crux doesn’t already know she’s there , so she isn’t afraid of STARTLING him && accidentally getting stabbed. she had awoken in the middle of the night , sweat soaking the bedsheets to find that there was no - body by her side. it was simple to find him from there. gently EMBRACING him from behind , she buried her face into his shoulder && wrapped her arms around his torso. ❛ I’m HERE. ❜

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in exchange for the power to expel noxus from ionia , the young captain struck a bargain with an evil spirit —— a decision that would prove costly when her humanity begins to slip away. the ancient magic filled her mind , feeding on her resentment && desire to take revenge , no matter the cost. the captain was given a choice: watch her precious first lands fall to ruin with herself being powerless to do anything , or take control of the means to kill every last noxian invader and save ionia. the decision was made in a moment of weakness after an absolute defeat of ionia’s forces by noxus. 

irelia sacrificed her pure spirit in order to gain the strength to defeat her foes once and for all. as soon as the blade dancer accepted , the dark energy filled her body , her mind , her very soul. even her blades were defiled , humming with newfound power. at the next battle , she was a whirlwind of fury , causing a trail of death wherever she blew amongst the enemy soldiers. when she stood alone on the battlefield , she smiled , eyes glinting in satisfaction. soon after , she left the placidium. being a captain would only hinder her mission. plus , she couldn’t stand the fearful looks she received.

while she may not have been naive when she made her choice , she couldn’t have anticipated just how big of a cost she truly paid.

" i am doomed to carry these blades forever ”

alias / title. nightblade she will not respond to irelia if she isn’t close to you. the xan family name is even more out of the question. the former captain has resigned herself to the fate of the xan name dying with her , so she revoked it before her own legacy as the nightblade tainted the name. but she has already witnessed her comrades - in - arms look at her in fear. they no longer trust her leadership && she also doubts her capacity to rule. so while her mind hasn’t been corrupted , irelia left navori —— taking only her blades with her. status. alive , undying. unless she is killed by some outside means currently unknown to her , she isn’t sure whether or not she can physically die at all. another way to potentially kill her would be to rid her body and her blades of the dark spirit , but that may be impossible. cursed to carry the burden of her blades , she wanders the land && slowly loses more of herself as time passes. ties. ionian guard captain ( former ) seeing herself as unfit for the role of a leader on a governmental scale , she departed from her position and now acts independently morality. dark grey nightblade no longer hesitates in killing. she accepts that allied deaths are common and simply prefers to have no allies , only acquaintances who happen to believe in the same things as her. she takes upon an almost vigilante - like role in purging ionia of it’s enemies. in doing so , her compassionate nature has deteriorated  spiritual / religious beliefs. her views on the spirit has been twisted up and darkened. the spirit she used to serve never raised a hand while ionians were dying , so why should she serve it ?? the nightblade currently serves the darkness which eats away at her morality day by day. she suspects that the more she calls upon it’s powers , the faster she will lose her humanity ( and she is correct in her assumptions )

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"How did you manage to do that?" Crux looks up from bound wrists to one of Ionia's greatest warriors. "You've caught me, bladedancer, but know that these shackles cannot hold me. I will escape--"

the captain ignored the question directed at her , finding it unnecessary to answer. besides , she’s the one who was going to be asking the questions here. ❛ while these shackles do hold , I don’t suppose you’d mind answering a few QUESTIONS? ❜ irelia’s query came out as more of a demand as she looked down upon the darkness - clad figure. if he truly could escape , she did not know why he’d still be here at all. it was a bluff , then. the tainted blades hovered behind irelia , enough to be a threat by themselves. the nightblade had caught him sneaking around the outskirts of the placidium. she had no idea who he was , but precautions are precautions. ❛ if you are fully INNOCENT , rest assured that no harm will be done to you. what’s your name && what are your intentions here? ❜ irelia left the implications to hang in the air. if he was a noxian… the blades were poised to strike.

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crux. ( mentor )

“Captain of the Placidium’s Guard–” Crux looks the woman from top to bottom then back. The time for her training was nigh, and there was no time to waste. To train her and get her ready for proper shadow training was his mission. “–Now the Nightblade.” His head tilts and he looks down on her with a coy grin. “So beautiful. Are you sure you’re ready for this?” 

❛ FORMER captain. indeed... I am a different person now. ❜ a sharp glace upon crux’s visage accompanies her words. the following musing is quieter , almost an utterance purely for herself. that position was DEAD to her as soon as her blades ( and her own spirit ) became corrupted on that night.  ❛ are you underestimating me? have you already forgotten about the time I captured you within the placidium? ❜ the compliment had flown entirely over irelia’s head. ❛ regardless , my appearance has nothing to do with how EFFECTIVELY I kill noxian fools. ❜ 

a keen learner as she had always been , the nightblade nods.  ❛ it’s never a bad idea to completely MASTER whatever I can. I’m ready. ❜