even though our love is doomed.
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all that matters is that you want to hurt me. by hallwayheart
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends
14 Dec 2021
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Jinx remembers her sister; older, tougher. Her knuckles and teeth made of brass. She remembers her father, and his hands long and wide over hers, and Vander and his hands too, just as huge and just as encompassing. She remembers Mylo and Clagger, and their chatter; quiet and slow all throughout the night.
She remembers her best friend, his teeth shining white in the low glow of an oil lamp in her room, her hands scrabbling over paper to steal a crayon and his hands reaching over too, and scratching back at hers.
The cloying heat of the undercity, and the sound of her best friends laughter in her mind are coloured in green and bright, bright orange.
Jinx remembers, because Powder can’t forget.
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- Part 1 of even though our love is doomed.
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we kill the things we love the most. by hallwayheart
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends
26 Jan 2022
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When they were kids they shared her bed at sleepovers. Ekko would sleep on one end and she’d sleep on the other. She would hog the blanket, talk in her sleep, and kick him in the stomach everytime she rolled over, but he never said anything about it, not even when it kept him awake all night.
The light here is different to how it was then. On her face it cuts like glass into her mouth and cheeks. It gnarls her knuckles into knots. It turns her into someone else.
Ekko, suddenly, is no longer nine years old and shrieking everytime she presses her cold feet again his calves.
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- Part 2 of even though our love is doomed.
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i'm sure we're taller in another dimension. by hallwayheart
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends
27 Nov 2024
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It’s like playing dress up, like they used to, because Vi wouldn’t ever. She strips him past his jacket to a tank top and pants and she traces the contractions of muscle under his arms where veins travel and converge with paint on her fingers.
Ekko’s skin is more warm and alive than hers is anymore.
For her he leaves splotches and swirls of paint all over. Arms, legs, chest, back. Into her side he sears a huge blue star. The pink under her cheeks count as another encounter with closeness and his eyes again. Only a small amount of it is rubbed away by a sweaty fist and laughter.
She stands with both arms out, “Are you trying to mark me?”
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- Part 3 of even though our love is doomed.