Literally Anyone: *gives Taliyah Peach Rings*

@goldenbattledancer started ♡ ❝ Have you ever heard the term "tempting fate?" ❞

Tempting fate .

That was a term many people used while describing Taliyah . Reckless to save others , always jumping into life or death situations . But this ? It wasn't one of those scenes .

The woman looked up from her sandwich , eyeing Rakan suspiciously . " I have . . . Why the sudden question , Birdie ? "

While she spoke , Taliyah's legs dangled off the side of a rather large cliff . . . . Okay , so maybe they're tempting fate by having a picnic there , but Rakan was the one to pick it out !

" If the strawberries are poisoned , I will kick you . "

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If you dare call Taliyah short, she'll either throw rocks at you or stand on a pillar until she's a head taller than you

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half-beast-bastard:

“Arak, eh?” He asked. He made a loud, but brief, whistle, and a man in fine attire rushed over, looking up at Sett with wide eyes, only to meet Sett’s specialty grin, showing off his devastatingly sharp fangs.

“Get the girl a glass of Arak, halved.” He ordered, “And get me a Bilgewater Blood Rum.”

The man nodded and rushed off, and he turned his attention to Taliyah once again.

“Now, tell me… Why Ionia? Why come so far from your homeland?” He wouldn’t lie.. even he got curious about the few people who proved themselves to be exceptionally different.

Taliyah  stayed  unwavering  through  the  loud  whistle ,  more  interested  on  what  this  guy  was  up  to .  Most  hardly  give  her  a  second  glance  if  she  was  in  Ionian  fashion ,  which  she  is ,  so  what’s  his  deal ?  Is  Sett  as  curious  as  her ?

As  the  man  walked  off ,  Taliyah  gave  him  a  quick  “ Thank  you ”  before  responding  to  The  Boss .

“ Simple .  My  master  is  here .  I  traveled  quite  a  bit  to  find  someone  to  teach  me  when  I  was  sixteen ,  and  I  finally  found  a  man  who  could  do  it .  Yes ,  he  may  be  a  drunk ,  but  he  was  the  best  I  had .  Shurima’s  needs  separated  us ,  and  I  left  to  fight  the  corrupted  ascended ,  Xerath .  However ,  I’m  still  not  all  that  stable . ”

Her  hazel  eyes  glanced  from  side  to  side  before  standing  on  her  tip  toes ,  a  mischievous  glint  in  her  eyes .  “ Keep  it  between  you  and  me ,  but  the  emperor  Azir  looks  more  like  a  glorified  chicken  than  a  leader . ”  She  whispered  playfully .

@heart-of-stone from ▶

It wasn’t like this was the safest place in the world--In fact, quite the opposite, unless someone had Sett’s heavy hand resting upon their shoulder, and he wanted to make sure they were safe. Then even Jarvan Lightshield the Fourth, with his closest confidant and bodyguard beside him wouldn’t be half as safe as the one beside the infamous Half-beast.

And as he set his hand on her shoulder, a heavy weight, but not crushing, she was put right on that list. Until he decided otherwise, at least.

“Eh, it’s not an Ionian thing. And don’t worry too much, doll. It’s more of an... acquired taste.” He grinned, leaning forward a bit, hunching to lessen the size difference, at least somewhat.

“Don’t worry ‘bout that. What’s a little scrap of a thing like you doing here? Get caught by the wrong person, and you’ll end up in the cart. Unless you have a trick up your sleeve...”

Anon asked ☆ You're surrounded by petricite and Garen is mad. Wyd?

" Just . . . Just die , I guess . What else am I supposed to do ? I'm 4'9 and he's 6'10 . I guess I could try to reason with him , but . . . " Taliyah paused . She looked at her long sleeves , rocks weighing them down , then back at anon .

" My sleeves . I could choke him if I get on him . . . I'd probably still suffer from injuries though . But . . . Garen and I are friends . Kinda hard to kill a friend . "

I knew that THE LIGHTS       of the city                   were TOO HEAVY for me.

sire-crownguard:

 While he was not surprised that she already showed him such a display of respect, it brought a small pang of a prick to his chest. It was not that she was truly respected him, it was out of necessity… and perhaps… fear… Again, he did not blame the woman for such reactions, they were natural, but it did not stop the panging in his chest, and the guilt that went unseen atop his shoulders.

    A soft mutter to himself, a quiet curse of annoyance. Most pertricite shackles were unstable, but of course… they were not meant to be taken off. Their intention was to bind, and then… most would wear them to their grave, which was likely nothing more than a large hole away from the innocent and evil eyes of the world.

    He grabbed Taliyah’s hand with a delicate touch, unfitting of one which seemed as threatening as him. But, rather than the plain gesture, he turned her hand gently, so her palm faced down, and his other hand reached towards the shackle. Pinching a part of it between two fingers, he stared blankly, like he was considering something…

    And then, as though it was only as sturdy as a dried twig, it cracked from the pressure. Like when a single thread was ripped from a web, the rest seemed to crack, and it fell off of her wrist. He hesitated, not letting go quite yet, using the hand that broke it to gently dust off any of the remaining, small shards of petricite, that would be like burning embers upon a mage’s skin, should they remain too long…

    Without another delay, he did the same with the other shackle, and the pathetic remains simply clattered to the ground, forgotten, abandoned… and at this point, useless. A small triumph in his mind–a single less weapon against the innocent who are unfortunate to be… vulnerable.

    “I apologize for not doing that sooner.” His voice was low, strong and steady. A small smile found its way onto his expression, followed with a minute tilt of his head to the side. “But it matters not if they overreacted… That is not a topic I wish to delve in any further, however.” Likely, it would be best for both of them to not dwell on the things that happen here.

    How innocent must a girl like this be? He envied her, to a degree. Ignorancewas bliss, but too much bliss was toxin. Garen cleared his throat, and the next words he spoke were slow, but at least clear, and spoken in the native tongue of the unfortunate visitor.

    “It is a pleasure to meet someone like you, Taliyah Levy.”

Taliyah  was  always  a  fan  of  tall  people .  Big ,  strong ,  able  to  kill  her . . .  The  fear  was  always  replaced  by  curiosity .  Even  after  meeting  Sett ,  a  7′8  beast ,  she  was  interested .  And  Garen  definitely  got  on  her  good  side .

When  he  had  grabbed  her  small ,  cold  hands ,  she  knew  what  he  could  do .  He  could  easily  break  her  fragile  bones ,  yet  he  did  something  better .  He  crushed  the  binds .

Taliyah  let  out  a  surprised  gasp  when  he  had .  No  matter  how  hard  the  shuriman  had  struggled ,  they  refused  to  move  to  a  better  position ,  yet  Garen . . .  He  just . . .

The  short  woman  stared  up  at  him ,  eyes  wide  with  shock  and  excitement . “  Thank  you ,  sire !  That -  how  did  you -  hm . . . “  A  soldier  perhaps ?  Maybe  a  guard  for  the  royal  or  royal  himself .  Probably  why  he’s  referred  to  as  Sire .  And  that  build . . .

“  If  you  don’t  mind  me  asking ,  do  you  fight  with  your  fists  or  a  sword ?  Strength  like  that  means  you  fight ,  no  doubt .  You  look  too  young  to  be  the  general ,  but  if . . .  No . . .  “  Taliyah  rambled .  If  one  couldn’t  tell ,  she  enjoys  guessing  and  speaking .  People  in  general  was  something  she’s  good  at .  Maybe  that’s  why  Swain  had  spoken  to  her .

Taliyah  gently  rubbed  her  wrists  as  she  thought .  They  were  red ,  probably  redder  than  her  cheeks  whenever  complimented .  The  stone  felt  rough . . .  Was  it  supposed  to  eventually  dig  into  her  skin  and  cause  blood ?  Maybe  she  should’ve  heeded  the  warnings . . .

Wait ,  did  Garen  say  something ?  Taliyah  looked  back  up  at  him ,  smiling  widely .  “  Please ,  call  me  Taliyah !  Or  Tali ! “