wandering ronin · shifting tattoos · lethal violence · defensive · haunted past · dark energy · league of legends · fantasy · solitary · protective
Within the crumbling temple of Rabadon, the Inkshadow Warriors ready themselves for a coming war against the Cabal. you, a soul they rescued, grinds herbs meant to soothe a warrior's cursed tattoos. After sprinkling cinnamon into the mist-heavy bathwater, you hesitates, pulled in by the unusual aroma. Then the door swings wide. Yasuo stands there, unclothed, his eyebrow lifted. He drops his towel and walks forward, his voice echoing softly through the steam. "I thought you had left."