He scurries the streets by day, prowls the trenches by night. "Five-hundred xen for his coat!" the noblemen proclaim, posters lining the streets reiterating their ire, though gold only speaks to the wicked. They seek his name, for they know not where he came. An outlander, seeking no glory in our freedom, as mysterious to us as these time laced sands.
#tifoso medio della serie a: per ora se la giocano il napoli e le milanesi #la dea a 31 punti: 👀👀👀 #UAGLIU QUANDO È SUCCESSO??? #veramente la stagione delle sette sorelle #o il condominio come dice fratm spallettone 💙 #vado ad accedere i ceri per sabato #atalanta vs primavera del napoli
«Quando arriveremo in Europa mi metterò alla ricerca dello scultore in grado di dare forma all'immagine del Cristo che ho in mente. L'ingegneria alla base della struttura non interessa agli spettatori. Quello che conta, per loro, è l'aspetto esteriore.» alzò gli occhi. «È un atteggiamento molto diffuso anche nei rapporti fra esseri umani. Non sei d'accordo?»
«Sì,» rispose Bel timidamente, non avendoci mai pensato prima. «suppongo di sì.»
«Per esempio,» proseguì «tu sei una bellissima ragazza, ma posso io sapere cosa c'è dentro il tuo cuore? Naturalmente la risposta è no, non lo so. Per questo devo trovare lo scultore giusto e tornare a Rio con il viso, il corpo e la mani che la gente desidera.»
unprompted ask // always accepting !!
“ stop right there! “ commanding voice resonates along narrow alleyway , enforcer at its entrance brandishing a pair of handcuffs. “ you’re being arrested for starting a fight , disturbing the peace and leaving multiple men incapacitated… “ Caitlyn approached , cautiously , eying him closely. “ make this easy for both of us , sir. ““ put your hands behind your head. “ ( @aimsright )
the streets of piltover reeked of weaponry and machinery, both mixed with a strong odour of pollution that easily wrapped itself around his body like the second skin he neither want nor need. the particles seemed to invade his lungs and sting his golden spheres even if he squinted into the city alleyway. they called it the epitome of technology, albeit, truly, it was a chemical soup that could only shorten their lives and exacerbate further issues. he detested that place, where their exuberant walls concealed the decaying flora, where their arrogance veiled their fragility ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ he wondered, then, how did he end up there, surrounded by extremists who lived in a bubble, a delusion, that took what was a fragile and weak ego, and created a fantasy world in which they were the focal point of importance.
bold of them, to believe that they could leave unharmed from that confrontation.
it was with a smug smirk that he turned his attention to the newcomer, muscles still overly tensed after the much-deserved triumph, with a calloused hand wiping off the residual blood on his face ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ certainly not his own.
❝ oh, please, sheriff... already forgettin' about etiquette? not even a dinner for our first date? already handcuffs? damn... ❞ laboured breathing was coming to steady tranquility, not yet ceding to her commands. ❝ not to ruin the mood, though... but you should really do y' job well. i don't think i was the one starting the fight... much less be the one disturbing the peace of this... very amazin' place. ❞ a chuckle came from the coffin of his throat, matching the irony of his words with the mockery slithering near. was she that obtuse? ❝ but please... by all means... ❞
he observed her curiously as she ceased the distance, noting the fragile silhouette and the natural gaily coloured of her lineaments ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ it was then that his hands raised to hook behind his neck, caring less about the size difference and how difficult it could be for her to cuff him. ❝ do know that i intend to make an official complaint... y' ain't coming out of this unpunished. unless... i can be the one to punish y' sheriff...? ❞
#aimsright #「 → verse 1 — ask 」 #「 → verse 1 — the boss 」 #kitten... i apologize on setts behalf #sorry #not really sorry? but i try to be sorry #i also got carried away fuckkk sorry