(via ahrichus--archived-blog)

The sound of muffled laughter and music rang through the night air, the warm lamplight casting twirling shadows against the cloudy night sky. Several feet up a sturdy oak, the harsh voices and wailing lutes were just quiet enough for Jarvan’s tastes. 

He peered over at the caravan from his perch, he saw his guards try very hard indeed to hide the amount of ale that they’d been drinking. Trying very hard and not succeeding, as the Prince had managed to slip out without alerting a single soul. 

Judging by the way his bodyguards were staring at the dancers, it was safe to assume he’d get at least a few minutes of peace and quiet before the guards realised he was gone.  

It was at that moment he noticed the shock of red hair below him. Not one of his guards,but unarmed at the very least.

Part of him told him to be cautious, to be wary, and to carefully and silently raise the alarm. Fortunately for the Prince, that part of him was small enough to be pushed to one side and ignored completely. Being as quiet as humanly possible, he swung himself down behind the stranger, landing with a barely audible thud. Brushing the leaves off of his jacket, he reached out and tapped the young girl on the shoulder.

@fire-dancer-aurora

thatnerdreview:

Lead Singer of Linkin Park, Chester Bennington, Has Died

Chester was found dead at his home in Palos Verdes, Ca from an apparent suicide by hanging. He was 41.

(via thlay-li)

//…Wew, my lad, starting small I see.

You’re right. I put myself down, a lot more than is healthy. It’s an old habit, and it’s dying hard. But it is dying, slowly.

It’s why I’ve been on this unofficial-hiatus-break mess for so long. Life’s been knocking me down and I’m just dragging myself down further, belittling myself… I’m my own worst enemy.

I’m getting better, though. That’s what matters.I have you guys behind me, and that’s enough of a reason to keep going.

Thank you.

(via baron-nashor)

wearepaladin:

Knights and Temples of Demacia by Joon Ahn

(via lady-crownguard)

“Oh please, darling, as if I’d choose anything other than this. It’ll always be our song.”

run2damoon:

Demacian Knight - Joon Ahn

(Source: artstation.com, via visorak)

The gentle yet oh-so-persistent knocking of one of the palace stewards roused the Prince from his slumber. At least, he hoped it was a steward. That way he could fire them later.

“…make it quick…” he grumbled, making it crystal clear to the figure outside his room that they had a matter of seconds before “waking-up-royalty-at-midnight” became an act of treason.

“…your Majesty, I had just been told to inform you of the surfacing of a new threat that the court had deemed a grace threat to our state, a Darkin assassin who-”

“It can wait.”

“Y-your highness..?” The steward stammered, clearly taken aback.

“Let’s be realistic here… ugh… Honestly, it feels like this happens every month or two… a new threat will magically surface, there’ll be at least ten to fifteen completely identical clones of them for a week or two, then they’ll all vanish into thin air.”

There was a momentary pause, which Jarvan assumed was the steward picking his portly middle-aged jaw off of the floor. He rarely snapped at his staff, but he’d make exceptions for moments like this. It had been a long month, after all.

“S-so what should I do with the reports, your Majesty? The court-”

“The court answer to me and me alone, and I say this can wait until morning. They’ll all vanish in due course. Except for Sundays… gods, you can’t get rid of them on Sundays…”

There was the sound of exasperated mumbling from the corridor, followed the the blissful sound of the steward’s footsteps as he left the Prince be.

“And for the record, I’d already read the scout reports five hours ago. You really think I wouldn’t notice a potential threat like that?” he called out to his now- absent audience.

Muttering to himself, he rolled back over into bed.

“…what kind of name is Kayn anyway?… sounds like a depressed hair stylist…”