𝖜𝑜 ᴸ͟ᶠ ️️️ 𖣂 ️️️‘ ️️️ 𝘊𝙷☼𝚂𝙴𝙽

⠀ there’s hardly room for another romantic in all of piltover, jayce —— you’ve stolen every possibility. ( and it wouldn’t be complete if she didn’t chase a fourth, trust her heart in his hands. ) you know i hate to leave you alone. ⠀

⠀ ( and he’d be right. the council hardly considers, only barrels through ideas with an agenda. ) really ? you’re sure — oh, baby, you’re —— so sweet. ( please be sensitive to the uncharacteristic excitement. ) ⠀

⠀ “ was it —— red or gold tonight, @fiverunes ? perhaps both ? ” please, excuse the sound of charms falling to the floor as she sorts through the little, ornamented box. at this rate, she might as well find him his * own. ⠀

⠀ fingers skimming along pages / as though harvesting the forbidden knowledge of a gentle warmth. grasped in one hand, formed in the other and tucked in the grooves of his skin. “ you’ve taken a liking to it, ” hummed soft and sweet. ⠀

⠀ the lab is warm / cool winter air still warmer than the sterile councilor’s room. a throne of thorns, she’s often thought : built on disappointment and an untimely, uncertain sense of self. ⠀

⠀ cherished by #⃝ soojin ﹔ she ╱ they ﹠ 21+ ⠀

⠀ of course not. ( it doesn’t snow like that in piltover, she doesn’t say. it hasn’t for decades. ) just a dusting, a frost. no snowmen in sight. i * promise — i’ve brought gloves for you. they’re lined with fur. ⠀

⠀ freezing. ( rose - tinted nose tells the tale / frosted fingers brushing over tense shoulders. ) or — i should say * below. it smells of snow, and if you stick your tongue out, you might find snowflakes melting in your mouth. ⠀