#⚜ ⦅ the rogue sentinel. ⦆⠀⠀/ ic .

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𝘂𝐧𝐩𝗿𝐨𝐦𝐩𝘁𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝘁𝐞𝗿𝐚𝐜𝘁𝐢𝐨𝐧𝘀 .

@nameaprice : Jumps on his back.

       It  happened  too  fast  to  prepare  against  that  shameless  assault.       Akshan  winces,  air  being  pushed  out  of  his  lungs  when  he  ungracefully  hit  the  ground  face-first.  The  grip,  level  of  sneakiness,  hells,  even  the  smell  of  her  hair  was  telling  enough   —   Sivir.

       ❝  --  And  with  what  did  I  deserve  this   ? ❞        A  whine,  barely  concealed  by  faux  playfulness,  bravado  crumbling  when  the  little  pebbles  beneath  him  rub  into  his  cheek. 

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@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   ? ❞

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@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   ! ❞

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

      𝐓𝐡𝐞𝗿𝐞 𝘄𝐚𝘀 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝘆𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝘁𝐡𝐚𝘁 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝘀 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝗿 𝘀𝐡𝐚𝗿𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚��𝘃𝐞𝐧𝘁𝘂𝗿𝐞𝘀 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   ! ❞

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Very silently under his breath.

❝ . . . shit. ❞

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@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 . . .

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       Piltover  was  quite  the  busy  place,      if  you  are  used  to  endless  deserts  with  not  a  market  in  sight  for  hours.  Which  wasn't  as  busy  was  the  place  he  found  himself  at   —   some  .  .  .  lab   ?   Thingy-room   ?   The  amount  of  papers  lying  around  makes  the  shuriman  doubt  it  wasn't  a  classroom  between  seven   &   four.  There  was  so  much  more  INTERESTING  stuff  to  do.  Outside.  Cursed  be  his  formidable  good  upbringing   (  which  one   ?  )  ,  for  Akshan  waited  so  politely   (  crazily  bored  )  until  Jayce  would  maybe  turn  on  his  heels   &   finally  utter  the  words  'Alright,  I'm  done,  we  can  go.'.

But  the  inventor  was  seemingly  occupied  with  .  .  .  whatever  that  thing  was.  The  small  apparatus  looked  unlike  anything  the  sentinel  has  ever  seen   —   almost  like  a  relic,  but  more  shiny   &   certainly  cleaner  than  the  ones  he  spotted  in  his  life.  Plus,  the  little  thing  twinkled  prettily  every  few  seconds.  Lidded  eyes  closed  up  to  the  strange  device,  one  finger  tentatively  reaching  out  to  tap  tap  tap  it,  perhaps  to  give  his  brain  a  faint  stimulant  to  his  bored  mind.

                                  NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE .  @hexwrought : [ swat ]  jayce swatting akshan’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch . (this one amused me greatly)

       ❝  Alright,  alriiiight, ❞    Palms  up,  hands  on  either  side  of  his  head.  Not  for  the  touching,  then.  Which  means  Akshan  would  suffer  another  round  of  .  .  .  Staring.  At.  The.  Walls.  Can't  get  enough  of  that.  With  one  exaggerated  sigh,  the  rogue  turned  cross-armed  towards  Jayce.   (  Pout  from  the  silent  scolding  persisted  )  .

       ❝  Is  there  a  reason  we  are  wasting  our  time  here  or  is  this  some  cruel  attempt  of  testing  my  patience   ?   If  I  wanted  to  see  sparkly  gems   &   piles  of  old  papers,  I  might  as  well  go  to  a  museum. ❞

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"Would you be opposed to me calling you boyfriend or even announcing it to others?" Sivir felt awkward asking that, but only because she was unsure what their relationship was.

       ❝  Boyfriend,  huh   ? ❞      Truth  be  told,  he  was  feeling  somewhat  victorious,  hearing  Sivir's  voice  cracking with  uncertainty.      ❝ Thought  you  would  never  ask.  Sure.  go  ahead,  tell  everyone.  I  insist   ! ❞

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𝘂𝐧𝐩𝗿𝐨𝐦𝐩𝘁𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝘁𝐞𝗿𝐚𝐜𝘁𝐢𝐨𝐧𝘀 .

@vesthnik : it was sheer speculation that the other would even deign to use such a gift — meager as it were. presented in a small, simple box. a brown leather hair ribbon with an ornate pattern burned along it's length and both ends punctuated by small golden charms. Viktor had never humored the idea of long hair ( lest it get in the way during an experiment ). he could scarcely imagine managing locks such as Akshan's, let alone in his line of work.

         How  good  of  a  hero  are  you       if  you  don't  look  awfully  stunning  while  doing  the  good  deeds   ?   Akshan's  hair  was   &   probably  always  will  one  of  his  most  important  aspects  of  his  own  vanity.  Practical  or  not,  the  mane  would  have  to  be  tucked  into  a  bun   —   his  profession  simply  didn't  allow  open  hair  at  all  times   &   honestly,  he  wears  it  like  a  champ.  Not  a  full  sleek  ponytail   —   the  lad   &   ladies  need  some  eye-candy  too.  Can't  be  selfish  in  those  departments.  

Viktor's  little  present  was  as  mindful  as  it  was  needed.  If  the  shuriman's  head  wasn't  connected  to  his  neck,  he  would  lose  it  ;  like  90  %  of  his  former  hair  ties   (  rest  in  peace,  little  ones  )  .  Scoundrels  don't  go  easy  on  the  little  helpful  accessories.

       ❝  Oh   ! ❞      Almost  squeaky  in  his  exclamation,  eyebrows  shot  up  in  childlike  wonder  after  the  sentinel  inspects  the  gift  closer.  Absolutely  beautiful,  he  just  worries  that  the  charms  won't  pop  off  between  locks  as  they  should.       ❝  Why  thank  you,  friend   !   Almost  too  pretty  for  my  risky  lifestyle,  hm.   (  Hopefully,  this  one  will  last  longer  than  the  rest  of  them  )  .  Should  any  soul  dare  destroying  it,  I  shall  make  quick  work  of  them.  I  will  treasure  this, ❞

Fumbling  behind  his  head   &   untangling  the  flimsy  string  holding  his  ebony  hair  up  ;  it  unsurprisingly  snapped  as  soon  as  Akshan  pulled.  Great  timing--  A  huffed  chuckle,  knowing  eye  roll  before  the  new  tie  came  in  handy.  A  few  twirls  around  his  wrist,  which  took  not  more  than  a  couple  of  seconds  until  the  present  came  in  handy.     ❝ Ohoh,  that's  nice   &   tight.  Yeees,  that  should  do  the  trick  just  fine.  My  gratitude,  Viktor. ❞

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His back hurts now.

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         The  bad  guys  never  sleep.       Sometimes  contemplating  whether  he  was  a  bad  guy  too,  but  quickly  settling  for  :  no.  Akshan  DID  sleep.  And  DID  wake  up  early  to  make  sure  his  partner   (  who  was  absolutely  crucial  for  their  upcoming  hunt  )   was  wide  awake.  At  six  in  the  morning.

      ( Shit I’ve said to my cat ) @nameaprice : “It’s so early, please stop.”

Sivir  was  rewarded  with  a  wide  grin,  a  scoff  for  good  measure.  How  did  the  Sentinel  get  into  her  inn-room   ?   If  the  sheer  prospect  of  him  always  finding  a  way  to  trespass  places  he  really  should  not  be  in  right  now  wasn't  telling  enough   —   the  window.

       ❝  Wakey  wakey   ~ ❞      A  voice  that  was  both  melodic   &   outright  annoying.       ❝  You  don't  sleep  in  today,  friend.  I  will  not  suffer  your  wrath  after  bringing  you  the  wrong  kind  of  bread  from  the  market  again.  So  your  responsible  buddy  decided  to  drag  you  with  himself.  A  clever  buddy,  I  might  add. ❞      The  shuriman  put  little  effort  in  sounding  convincing,  wouldn't  need  it  for  this  rascal  knew  very  well  she  would  eventually  get  up  after  the  third  or  fourth  attempt.

       ❝  Sooo  .  .  .  you  coming   ?   Pretty  sure  you  only  paid  them  for  one  night.  Might  as  well, ❞

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tag drop.

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

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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.

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@piranhasbreath (Thresh)

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

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       ❝  You  better  put  in  an  effort.  I  feel  like  my  ribs  cracked  one  time  too  many.  Maybe  you  broke  my  back,  too.  Ugh,  it  is  so  hard  to  be  me  .  .  .  you  wouldn't  understand. ❞       So  dramatic.  So  petite,  this  Sentinel.  Truly  the  Order's  most  battle-trained  warrior.  In  truth,  the  shuriman  was  just  fiiiine  ;  however,  being  offered  a  nice  massage  as  an  apology  was  nothing  Akshan  would  turn  down  for  anything.

"Oh shit--" Her eyes widened and she moved off from him as soon as he fell.

Quickly the brunette helped him stand up "I'm so sorry 'Shan! I got carried away with all the excitement. Come sit, I'll grab some ointment and massage your back."