#ly-kos

[warwaited]

@ly-kos

It had not been one of her most wisely chosen fights. She'd still put up a hell of a showing, though - the confined space and the fact that there was nothing to her but pure martial skill had meant that by the time they had managed to get her under a couple of them, Ambessa's men were reporting five-to-one casualties against the little miscreant.

Nothing permanent, thankfully, or at least nothing lethal or crippling. Two broken jaws, a dislocated knee, one thoroughly pulped nose, a couple of snapped fingers and one spectacularly unlucky janissary nursing a combination of lacerations and blunt trauma after being thrown out a second-floor window.

And here the culprit sits in front of Ambessa, fixing her with a glare that itself is only a couple shades from adding to the after-action report. She hadn't said a word to her men other than the three that had started everything off in the first place.

"You should leave". They hadn't. They'd, she likes to think, regretted it. Now, only time will tell how much more she rues this day than they do.

[unmyeoung]

"Who is it this week? The blonde or the redhead?" - @ly-kos for. cait. lmao. this was too perfect || questioning sentences (accepting)

there's something that flashes across her eyes in a moment of discomfort, yet her voice doesn't waver. "i hardly see how something like that matters. should we not be focusing on the battles ahead?"

[claggrot]

@ly-kos sent: i can handle that myself, you know.

unprompted asks (always accepting)

"Huh, really? Because from the looks of it, ya were having a hard time handling it." Claggor huffed out, crossing his arms. "This is Zaun, this certainly isn't Piltover where you're used to dealing with guys that you can handle."

He regretted his choice of words the moment it slipped out as he noticed the other's outfit. ".....you're not exactly from Piltover, are you?" He's just now realizing this too as well.

[gcldendefender]

@ly-kos said: ❛ i came to talk this out. ❜

Jayce watches her carefully. Not sure whether to believe her words to be genuine. Mel never spoke much about her mother or Noxus, and never positively. When they saw each other before, in Piltover's bathhouse, her advice had felt like a verbal battle. It seems like a lifetime ago now, it might as well be.

He would question her how she managed to sneak past Piltover's defenses, how she knew where to find him alone, but he knows that would be futile. None of their guards have even half the experience she does in war.

Could they really avoid an all out battle? Even if they succeed in stopping the future he was shown, the casualties will be devastating. Avoiding this is worth the risk. " I trust you realise killing me wouldn't stop our resistance . " He says. Not delusional enough to believe he could beat her in combat, even without weapons. " You should know nothing you say will convince me to let you at the hexgates . You can't begin to conceive the cost . " The visions still haunt him, he doubts they ever won't.

[gaevaer]

@ly-kos said: "i want you to come to me with boy problems . or girl problems , i don't assume."

Caitlyn arched an eyebrow at Ambessa’s comment, her arms crossing instinctively as her expression shifted into one of mild disbelief. She stared for a moment, as if waiting for Ambessa to admit she was joking.

❝ Are you… serious?❞ she asked, her voice tinged with skepticism. ❝ Boy problems? Or girl problems?❞ She let out a small scoff, shaking her head as if to clear away the absurdity of the suggestion.

❝ What exactly makes you think I have any kind of… problems?❞ Caitlyn continued, her tone edging on defensive as her gaze drifted away. ❝ Do I strike you as someone who has the time—or the energy—to concern myself with such trivial matters?❞

Her words were confident, dismissive even, but the slight edge in her voice betrayed her. The so-called "girl problems" were there, unspoken but undeniable. Still, the thought of confiding them to Ambessa Medarda of all people felt far too vulnerable, far too personal. Instead, she folded the feelings neatly away, and straightened her posture. ❝ I don't have time for these sorts of problems.❞

[flordivina]

“ i’m not the type to be wrong “ - @ly-kos for lest !

{ ⟡ } ———Feline audits twitch, in both genuine attention & well-hidden discomfort. A cornered cat; she had called her before in the conversation with Mel, had she not? Silently listening after leaving Salo’s side, she thrived in secrets after all…

—How odd to feel she was on the other side of the spectrum now; left wondering of any perilous situation; of any hidden intention... Lest had to remind herself that she was safe here, not matter what. This was not Councilor Salo’s place; but inside the walls of Madame Selene’s House of Romance & Pleasure, where she was safer than anywhere else. Or so Madame had always made sure of it, from the day she purchased Lest from her captors at the underground rings. No sanctuary as sacred as around the poignant & everlasting embrace of rose-perfumed air coming from thousands of blossoms at every part of the establishment; no better use of her skills than among the fragrant diluted scent of the shimmer-based inks she would use to paint pleasant strokes on the bodies of daring clients. Salo being one of those cases; a faux attempt to allow him feel where all hope was lost, a faithful dream of dull the pain, a chance to know more for who thrived in information… An ever-daring endeavor; to cross people of different hearts & goals...

Her fingers gracefully playing with her elegant narguile as if trying to deduce why the General would be here—

“I assume not, Madame; you seem like an absolutely capable, respectable & skillful woman” Lest would bow her head in a sign of respect, politeness still dripping from her despite the wariness as gesturing towards one of the fancy couches at the stance.

“I’m probably wrong; but I assume you aren’t here for a treatment; pleasantries or delicacies?”

@ly-kos ♥

[strxngertogether]

Tears are already welling in their eyes as they climb into their mother's lap and bury their face into her warm, sturdy shoulder. The weight of their own actions press heavily on them and they feel like can't breathe, quietly whimpering. What kind of person betrays one of the few people who really cares about them? The worst kind of person, that's who. But it was the right thing to do. They had to do it. Vi was a distraction. They couldn't afford to lose their way and he was a one way ticket to do destroying everything they'd built with Ambessa... They can't, they can't, they can't. On top of working to right Piltover and Zaun's wrongs, they couldn't lose another mother.

They miss him like a little kid. It hurts and makes the world seem all the more daunting, so they latch onto the solid, unwavering force that is their mother and the knowledge that they'd done the right thing. Scrubbing at their wet, blue eyes, their mama's croons settle deep within them and large steady arms cradle them and pull them deeper into the hazy warmth that takes over them at the end of each big, overwhelming day. They whine when Ambessa asks if they wanna talk about it, confirming that they do not, in fact, want to talk about it. Words feel daunting and thinking about talking about Vi and how they betrayed her... it makes their throat and chest tighten in defiance. But they just want to forget everything for a little bit, their usual self consciousness slipping away.

Smaller hands find large biceps, fingers gently tracing scars that decorate their mother's warm, dark skin. Quiet, distracted noises fall from lightly chapped lips, the repetitive action soothing the sharp edges of their emotions.

@strxngertogether said ; x

[ COMFORT ]: sender, after a challenging and emotionally draining experience, settles into the receiver's lap in search of a feeling of comfort. Cait!

// comfort is not ambessa's strong suit. it's definitely something she had to fight tooth and nail for to attempt to learn, but for her children it was worth it. this has begun to include cait and she wouldn't have it any other way.

softness has slowly grown it's way into her heart. but she is still not very good at words. so, when cait places themselves onto her lap, burying their face into her shoulder, instead of words, she gives a comfortable hum. it rumbles in her throat, like a big cat's purr.

big hand places on her child's shoulder, pulling them closer. buried in her arms. ambessa's fingers tap against the fabric, nudging her own head against the young kiramman's.

ambessa doesn't have a lot of times where she lets her hurt possess her quite like cait does sometimes. of course, even she is not invincible, pain still reaches her.

there is a small twinge in her chest at the commander's pain. empathy is not something the noxian feels often times, usually it proves to be a hindrance to whatever she is trying to achieve. but right now, it lets her hold cait close, let's them tremble in her arms and in her lap.

she imagines cait as a little child, as someone she's raised and brought up and gives them a comforting hum. " do you want to speak about it? "

[myaatwins]

fuck tragic bittersweet endings!!!!!!!!!!!! if you show me a character that has always longed for happiness and freedom and love but who has never thought they were deserving of/that they could have it only to kill them off at the end of the story i'm sorry but that's no longer your character. you've lost the custody battle. i will treat them much better than you ever could <3

[warwaited]

" i think perhaps we've gotten off on the wrong foot here . " - @ly-kos

She can't help the laugh, slight as it is; a quirk of the lips and a double exhale that could be misconstrued as just trying to catch her breath. Her stance wavers slightly, hands lowering further from the relaxed but ready posture she'd taken when the cell door was opened.

"...did we. You were trying to project... matronly confidence? Generally when that door opens good things don't come through it."

[yuseirra]

How many times have I dreamed of it? How many times have I wished for it? For your hands to caress the wound that continues to fester in my chest

It's sad when you're sick and alone, especially as a kid. He didn't have anyone to look after him from a very young age, did he?

[faer1efire]

really scuffed ashe doodles 🤲🏻🤲🏻 shes my everything

[strxngertogether]

@ly-kos

Isha's fists clench at her sides as she watches the group of assholes pick through their belongings. Her mom had told her to run and hide and she did, but fear gripped Isha. She didn't want her mom to get hurt. She could help! She came running back as soon as she found the best weapon: a large, metal pole. A man's on top of her mama, trying to pin her down despite the way she fought. The rest are pilfering through their things. So she focuses on the odd one out that's hurting her mother.

What could probably count as a battle cry leaves her in a shout as she closes the distance between them, smashing the pole directly into his back. She'd meant to hit him in the head, but anything is better than nothing. She keeps hitting and screaming, trying desperately to get him off her mama, but in her desperation, she failed to pay attention to the others and one of them grabs her by the wrist before she can hit him again. A yelp escapes her and she tries to yank herself out of their grip. A noise somewhere between a growl, a squeal, and a grunt pushes out of her, frustration quickly flaring.

And then the metal is being ripped from her hands and tossed to the side with a resonating clank before she's picked up by the wrist almost like a cat by the scruff. She kicks and squirms as the person teases and degrades her, not managing to hit them at first but eventually arching enough and landing a kick square in the face. She hits the ground with an oof and then a smirk, but she's quickly brought back to reality when she hears a fight ensuing in front of her. She whines loudly, rushing to her feet as she notices her mama trying to push through the last two.

With her weapon gone, she just rushes in, throwing as many punches as she can, no longer fully thinking through her actions. She’s shoved to the ground roughly, the larger adult pinning her down with a singular hand before the other one collides with her face. They’re laughing now and she can’t hear her mom struggling anymore, but she can hear her heavy, scared breaths.

Isha’s yanked up and it’s almost as if they’re putting on a show and making her watch. One of the others is holding her mama tightly with a knife to her throat, whispering something that Isha can’t hear into her head. Her mama probably can’t hear it either, but, even so, she looks scared. But Isha looks angry. Scared too, but mostly angry. She wants to scream and tell them to let her mama go, but she can’t. So she grunts and growls and struggles instead. The laughing and mocking continues until the knife rips open flesh just to dig deeper and split open her throat.

The colour drains from Isha’s face and she screams until it feels like she’s tearing open her own throat. She kicks and punches and she puts all of her strength into getting to her mama. She bites into the arm holding onto her, skin splitting beneath her teeth before she tears, the man screaming in pain.

[iniyaas]

ME RN:

[gaevaer]

@ly-kos asked for a shuffled song from my spotify wrapped

ADONA - Hit Me With Your Best Shot

It was a strange, almost surreal feeling. Ambessa Medarda had done so much for the youngKiramman over roughly a year that they spent together. She had taught her to fight, shaped her understanding of leadership, and offered a kind of motherly care Caitlyn hadn’t expected — almost as if Ambessa was trying to fill the void Cassandra had left behind.

But none of that mattered now. Caitlyn inhaled deeply, the sharp pain from the dagger still lodged in her stomach flaring with the effort. She forced herself to push past it, twirling the spear in her hands with precision, just as Ambessa had once shown her. The memory of those lessons gave her strength, even now.

❝ You don’t fight fair,❞ Caitlyn taunted, referring to the runes the other was using - her voice steady despite the taste of iron on her tongue and the blood dripping from her nose. Scratches crisscrossed her face, her sharp eyes remained defiant as she stood tall once again. She raised an eyebrow, her tone light yet daring. ❝ But that’s okay. See if I care.❞

With determination that belittled the weariness in her body, Caitlyn planted her feet firmly on the ground, the spear steady in her grip. She wiped the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand, meeting Ambessa’s gaze head-on.

❝ Why don’t you hit me with your best shot?❞ she challenged, daring Ambessa to come at her again.

[c-kiddo]

finished ep 129 yesterday and now im on ep 130 and just got to the first of the family goodbye scenes with jester and her mum . im not going to make it you guys

[technicalknockout]

Feral green rat my beloved