#and i have wanted to write smth in jinxs voice FOREVER i just havent been able to finish anything substantial lmfao

[silverislander]

day 1: piltover

grey bruises red into strong pink and you hope it tastes like the sump all the way up in bluewind court. light slashes and drips never-powder-again blue down the stolen gold of rooftops. nothing ever stops in your head but now you've stopped the world and said i win and it's spitting out citizens like teeth onto the streets and cowering in the corner of the horizon agreeing with you. you hope it hurts like a boxer's fracture- no, more, as much as you have ever hurt combined and times ten million- and heals wrong, untreated, just like hers had to.

there's not going to be any pink and blue anymore, but for one last time, they're together again. it tears the fucking sky apart.