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symphoniquest​:

The woman dipped her head slightly, a small sign of embarrassment. Many people found Lestara hard to understand, as her kind nature showed itself in strange ways. When the matron found a way she could help there was nothing anyone could to do stop her.

“It is quite alright,” Sona wrote. “She will find me when she is finished.” She nodded at the other’s words, letting out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “Thank you, that is very kind. I hope you enjoyed the performance.”

She did not quite know what to say to the man, but he seemed nice enough, and she had much practice conversing with Demacians after her concerts, at least.

Finished with... what? He can’t really imagine anything that’d be more important than this, save something earth-shattering. It’s not like it’s a school play or recital, even, so... Well, it’s not really his place to speculate anyways.

“I did, yeah,” he replies, and tries to bring his attention back to the matter at hand. No use having his head in the clouds... or in hypotheticals. “You’re touring, right? How are you finding the city? If I can ask, I mean.”

It’s nice, actually, to meet someone who doesn’t know his face. (Or at least is doing her best to not mention it.) She’s the celebrity here, not him.

#symphoniquest #ic : transformation complete #classic : the defender #:: ok we're back. jayce dropped out of my head for like 2 months but we're trying.

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Waves

Orlando Museum of Art, July 05,2016//ig: g.hsu07

#aesthetic : visions of progress

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Hey bro I just found out about this awesome thing called kissing me right on the lips wanna try

#ezra : light of my life

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                                                    THROUGH

  TECHMATURGY                    VIGILANCE                      PROGRESS

#promo : we're all friends here

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Jayce holds out a very hat-shaped wrapped present. "I thought you might want a new one." When Ezra opens the present, he'll find that there's something tucked inside the hat: a handwritten invitation to dinner, written in gold ink. - you know who this is

     “Wonder what this could be,” Ezra remarks with a smile, as he slides a finger under the gift tape. He likes his ratty old black hat, but it’s been rained on, thrown around, crushed under his coats. But this one’s nice. Looks like his old one, without the scuffs. 

     Ezra turns it over, and a note falls out and into his hand. Oh. The gold ink is a nice touch, makes it seem like it’s to a fancy uptown restaurant, rather than their kitchen. But to be fair, their kitchen is Ezra’s favorite eatery. 

     He throws the hat atop Jayce’s head, and with a grin, pulls him down for a kiss. He finds Jayce’s hand in his, and pulls away, pressing his forehead into Jayce’s chest. It hides his flushed cheeks.

     “Thank you,” he murmurs, and then quietly, carefully, but entirely certain: “I love you.” 

#ic : transformation complete #ezra : light of my life #:: harold....

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Ivan Aivazovsky

#aesthetic : visions of progress

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He feels like a piece of meat. It’s not the first time, by far, but people tend to usually be a bit more coy before...

“You can try the museums,” he says flatly. “Or go sightseeing.”

“Going to Piltover to flirt with the first celebrity I see. Anyone else want anything?”

#bloodforvlad #ic : transformation complete #classic : the defender

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He looks at the man and tries to keep a neutral face on. It’s... mostly successful.

“...Hello.”

“Going to Piltover to flirt with the first celebrity I see. Anyone else want anything?”

#bloodforvlad #ic : transformation complete #classic : the defender #:: jayce voice please go back to hot topic i don't have time for this

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Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke, 1892-1910

#aesthetic : visions of progress

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i made ezra in artbreeder teehee

#ezra : light of my life #:: there he is!

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To find, once again, all that I love: blue sky, sunshine, untrammeled thought, dignity, serenity, nature, poetry, friendship.

Victor Hugo, from a letter to Angelo Brofferio written c. February 1852 (via violentwavesofemotion)

#aesthetic : visions of progress

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✮ - piltoverspride

→ ACTION / REACTION. (accepting)

     “There you are.��� 

     The balcony door slides open, and Ezra walks over to his husband, one arm wrapping around him as he stands at his side. The summer evening is warm and clear, and above them, where Jayce is looking, the stars are coming into view. 

     Ezra kisses along his jaw, then his lips. With a content hum, he rests his head against Jayce’s shoulder, eyes glancing up at the night sky. His hand finds Jayce’s, and intertwines their fingers together. He gazes up, too, quiet and calm. He has learned to accept these moments as his life, not just a rare and fortunate part of it. It’s taken years, but Ezra finally feels as though he fits into the world, can stand in it without feeling cramped or twisted. 

     He takes a breath, and turns his head, pressing his nose into Jayce’s shoulder. He smiles.

     “We should get out of the city,” he murmurs. “Just for a day or two. Bet the stars will be prettier.” 

#novascuro #ic : transformation complete #classic : the defender #ezra : light of my life #:: AAAAAAA...

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a family can be a purple sherlock holmes, philip marlowe with holy magic, a jock in a polo shirt, a lesbian activist, and a foppy art thief

#ooc : untransformed #ezra : light of my life #:: i need... cait and vi and c tags here now i think. anyways our cinematic universe is completely off the shits!

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Walt Whitman, “Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking”, Leaves of Grass

[Text ID: “O madly the sea pushes upon the land, With love, with love.”]

#aesthetic : visions of progress

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Jayce has never been particularly good at giving presents - he has the awful tendency of spoiling what they are in his excitement. So when he hands over two packages wrapped in black-and-gold, he merely smiles. There's a stack of detective novels in one, on recommendation from a bookstore not too far from here, and the other has a new set of charcoals and a sketchbook. He hopes he hasn't gone overboard. - piltoverspride

     Ezra’s never been good at receiving gifts, either— he dislikes when people look at him for that long, gauging his reaction to see whether or not he appreciates the present. He doesn’t mind it so much from Jayce, but it still makes him nervous, as he holds the wrapped gifts in his hands, feeling their weight. 

     He guesses the first gift is a stack of books before he even unwraps it, though it doesn’t take away from the enjoyment as he realizes he’s right. Ezra separates each book, reading the titles, running a thumb through the pages. His tension drops as easily as a coat from his shoulders, and he smiles, head lowered, almost embarrassed. 

     The second gift seems like two gifts in one. It has the weight of a book, but it’s larger than any traditional fiction, and a smaller box on top. He’s gotten this sort of present for several years, from his parents, so it’s probably a sketchbook and charcoals. When he unwraps the paper, he’s proved right.

     They’re thoughtful gifts. Simple, and it makes Ezra’s heart glow. He sets down the sketchbook with the remnants of the wrapping paper, and leans against Jayce’s shoulder, finding his hand. 

     “Thank you,” he says, and he means it, but it doesn’t seem like enough. Ezra turns his head, bringing a hand up to Jayce’s cheek to turn him towards his lips, and kisses him. It feels safe. It feels warm. It feels like the greatest thing he can do. 

#novascuro #ic : transformation complete #classic : the defender #ezra : light of my life #:: they are simply in love

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Frederick Hurten Rhead, Tea Cup, “Harlequin”, 1940–60. Glazed ceramic. USA.

#aesthetic : visions of progress

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Gino and Nanni Valle, Cifra 5, electric clock for Solari, Udine, 1956 and the design patent. Production of the clock, photo source.

#worldbuilding : eyes on the horizon