Wait . . . What Did He Say ? That Second Word Threw Her Off , But Taliyah Pieced It Together In Her Mind

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Self-Knowledge Questionnaire

TENDERNESS

You are not afraid of the sufferings and sorrows of other people, even when they are acted out in unappealing ways. Beneath even defensiveness and self-righteous behaviour, you know that deep down people need nurturing and consolation. One danger is being naive about people’s dark sides. But at your best you know you can be mean yourself, which helps you to sympathise. You bring strength and forgiveness where other people might panic.

For Tenderness:

The Darkest Truth About Love

On Charity

Loving and Being Loved

NEEDINESS

Being affirmed and nurtured by others is a central requirement for you to feel safe. This means you can be slow to warm up to other people, which is difficult because what you most need from them is their warmth. Yet you know how to be vulnerable: to let down your defences and accept that you need another person. This lack of pretence is a valuable trait, and ultimately more endearing than the macho efforts others make to deny their childlike sides.

For Neediness:

Why the Fear of Rejection Never Goes Away

On the Longing for Maternal Tenderness

How to Spend Time Alone

SENSITIVITY

You have delicate, sensitive perceptions; you can be deeply moved by appearances – the right light in a room, or good food, or the texture of a piece of clothing. Expressive, intelligent language has a powerful hold on you; your mind works better when it is inspired and provoked by vivid imagery. It can be sad to live in a world which is often so ugly and not properly looked after. But you know that things can be otherwise, and you have the ability to appreciate the world at its best.

For Sensitivity:

Why We Should Draw More

Why Design Matters

On Good and Bad Taste

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Clinging onto something else ? What was Sett afraid of — a drunk gremlin hugging his leg ? The thought of that made Taliyah giggle quietly , a hand reaching up to rest an index finger on her lip . No , she won't do that . Sett looks scary .

" Little Pebble ? " She questioned with a grin . He definitely didn't look like someone who uses nicknames . . . Oh , wait . He goes by The Boss .

" Erm . . . I usually stick to wine or watered-down arak . I'm a light weight . . . But that shouldn't be a shock , given my size . " Her eyes then shot up to meet his own . What was his intentions ?

@heart-of-stone from ▶

This . . . was definitely strange . His explanation made Taliyah's blood run cold . An arena ? She had heard of it , but she thought it was only something silly her mom had made up to get her to stop playing so rough . Granted , that didn't work , but . . .

Taliyah was brought out of her thoughts when a sudden hand gripped her shoulder . It was large and rough , something she definitely wasn't used to . The shuriman stiffened at the contact , though didn't open her mouth for refusal . In fact , she feared refusing the general . Who knew what a man like Swain could do ?

" N - No . . . I haven't visited a city under the rule of Noxus . I grew up in a tribe that was always on the move , though I did encounter people from there . If I'm to be honest , they seemed almost . . . Miserable . " Taliyah answered his question lightly , eyeing the city . It was dark , in her opinion . Crowded and full of blacks , reds , and dark blues . Dangerous eyes followed the pair , one reason being because of Swain , the second because of Taliyah's bright clothing . Places like this always made her stick out like a sore thumb . " Do people know how to be subtle ? "

The realization was evident in her eyes, the earth colored irises widening in recognition. “The pleasure is all mine, miss Taliyah” Swain replied smoothly, quieting down to listen to the girl’s explanation. 

An ideological approach to answering was the Shuriman’s choice. He’d reply in kind. “Some of our customs are brash” The general admitted to the girl. “But violence is universal language. We try to limit the use of violence to battlefield or arena. Should someone start practicing excessive violence outside those theaters… We offer them a choice. To serve in penal legion and take their tendencies to battlefield, or to the arena where our champion Draven will educate them on the wielding of such violence for amusement’s sake” He offered her a chilling smile at the end of this explanation. 

Stepping beside her, his hand closed around her shoulder, turning to young woman to walk with him, the two heading deeper into the city of Noxus Prime. “Have you visited the Noxian cities in Shurima? Tell me, how are they nowdays?” He asked in conversational tone, as the two began making their way deeper into the city.

Slaps Taliyah's ass. "Payback."

" You have touched the forbidden butt . Now you must pay . "

Continuation from x ♡ @aurelionsolsblog

Well , that was a little rude , but Taliyah still took the opportunity to touch what looked like GALAXIES !

" I'm not a little girl . I'm twenty four , " The freckled woman said mindlessly . It was so . . . PRETTY ! She likes it . " Is it real ? "

Fear . That was the main thing that overcame Taliyah . Fear and curiosity . Then , it all happened as she stood idly by . She felt like a mere object at that moment , a simple toy getting taken away .

But the frighteningly tall man the soldiers had called Sire . . . He was arguing for her . That's all she wanted . Well , that and to get these tiresome cuffs of white stone off her wrists . They drained her energy . . . And when Taliyah tried to will it off , it did nothing . The strangest thing ?

Taliyah can't hear it speak . Stones always spoke to her , but here . . . Demacia was a weird place .

Tali's thoughts were cut short when the strong , steady hands released her . The freckled woman was quick to stare up at her savior , him in his relaxed state and all . She blinked slowly before realization hit her , giving this man — Garen — a quick bow.

" E-Er , thank you . . . Sire . I truly think they were just over reacting . I go by Taliyah . Taliyah . . . Levy . " Demacia . It spoke such a complicated language . . . Her heavy accent was forcing her to have a LOT of difficulty speaking .

But Taliyah can manage .

" A meeting is a meeting , and you gave off a nice impression , " Taliyah reassured . Her head tilted to the side , dark brown locks revealing her other eye . A smile tugged at the corner of her plump , pink lips as she awkwardly stuck out both hands for a shake .

What ? It's a hard thing to do when you're cuffed !

Closed Starter for @sire-crownguard ♡

This … Was not the situation Taliyah had imagined she’d get herself in .

It had all started so innocent ! It’s really hard for her to believe that saving one clumsy kid from falling onto the hard ground would get her cuffed , yet here we are . A mage , clothes bright enough for everyone to know she was a foreigner , being grabbed at and shoved down the dull-looking streets of Demacia . Taliyah doesn’t understand what she did to deserve such treatment ! Maybe the Noxians on the ship were right … Maybe she should’ve avoided Demacia at all costs .

The young woman thought deeply , her chocolate eyes glancing towards the parting crowd . Looks of fear and hatred was all Taliyah saw . Fear , hatred , and … Sadness . Now THAT was a huge red flag . “ What are you doing - ? ! What’d I even do ? ! You - You can’t be serious ! ” “ Silence , woman , ” was the only response she had gotten from the questions . Well , that and a dirty glare .

The guards around her came to a halt , Taliyah tearing her attention to whatever had stopped the now saluting guards . Or … Whoever . A tall , masculine man stood there infront of the three . Maybe even Taliyah’s savior ! A glimmer of hope filled her mind . Maybe … Maybe HE would understand how ridiculous this is ? Whoever this man was , he had power . That must mean he’s reasonable and smart ! Right ?

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 ! “  

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