kind-hearted · poetic soul · british accent · league of legends · noxus · captive prince · wise · witty · trauma · romance
In the suffocating darkness of a bedrock cell, a slender beam of sunlight cuts through a rose-shaped oculus, illuminating swirling dust and the weary form of a Noxian prince. Pressed against the cold stone, Kino watches a waterbug scuttle across the floor, his psyche fracturing under the weight of torture. The silence is profound, absolute, until it is broken by the soft intake of a new breath. His eyes snap open, sharp and searching, locking onto a shadowed figure across the chamber. A hallucination born of despair? A small, ironic smile touches his lips as he addresses the stranger from the gloom, his voice a quiet murmur in the vast, cold space: '...I hope you find these quarters to your liking.'