[ It's strange how grounding a heartbeat could be, almost as much as a complete lack of one was once before. A rhythmic pulse, beating heavy in her chest, now somewhat accelerated as she propels herself through the Administrative Zone as she puts one foot in front of the other. Walking with purpose, even if she had no idea where she was going.
Just keep moving forward. Keep walking. Don't think about the past. Don't dwell on it, unless you want to go mad.
This isn't a place she knew, or one that she was hopeful she had somehow returned to. Died in, only to be summoned back once before; it wouldn't surprise her to be spirited back to the world with two moons once more, somehow brought back from the dead. Back to where she felt like she belonged, even if her memories of that place were still foggy. Death did that—it addled the mind, and made it difficult (dangerous) to remember even the most base things about oneself.
But it's important not to think about that kind of thing, to not let her thoughts linger there. Even if it doesn't seem to pose the same dangers here (...it didn't, right?), looking back and losing sight of her path was unacceptable. This is where it led.
All she could do was smile. Shine bright as the sun. Be that light in the darkness that was both so easy yet so difficult to be. When everything she knew was taken away from her, when she truly felt lost, that was the one thing she could turn to.
That painted, porcelain smile.
The one that she happens to flash at the first passerby she sees, coming to a stop and putting her black-gloved hands behind her back. Grinning almost radiantly, she tilts her head slightly, long hair spilling over her shoulders; flaxen gold, and in complete contrast to the crimson and white uniform coat she wears. ]
Excuse me, could you tell me where I might find the Observatory? I'm a bit lost.
♕ D. D IS FOR INEBRIATED. WAIT.
[ It's hard not to get caught up in the mood, even if she isn't entirely sure what the occasion is. The weather here is artificial, right? That's how this works, isn't it? She honestly isn't quite sure, but regardless, it's warm, she's more than dressed for the occasion, so she is going to enjoy herself.
After all, when in not!Rome, do as the not!Romans do! Well, for the most part at least. Bar brawls? Not exactly her thing.
Oohing and aahing at fireworks, however? That's definitely more her speed, and as night finally falls, the slight blond can be found beach side, practically glowing.
Or wait, no, is she actually glowing? Yes, that would appear to be the case, as she cradles a likewise glowing, very strong-smelling drink. Oh, well, there's your reason right there. Whoops. ]
This is the best!
[ Loud and speech slightly slurred? Oh. Oh yeah.
Ain't no party like a Blood nation party? She's going to be feeling this in the morning. Live fast, die young? ]
♕ F. PAPA-PAPARAZZI.
[ Once upon a time, Lux was a hero, with everything that that entailed. Winning against impossible odds? Check. Fighting for what was deemed to be right? Check and check.
Getting mobbed by random starry-eyed citizens with a thirst for the celebrity life and no respect for personal space or privacy? Unfortunately, yes.
And even here on the White Moon, it's just as awkward. Even if she's managed to get away from the acknowledgement bordering on fanatic idle worship, she doesn't actually expect to get surrounded at the first opportunity.
And she had been doing her best of being discrete too!
(It's the uniform, isn't it? It's always the uniform, she should know better by now!)
For the time being, it seems rather benign—just a gaggle of locals making an absolute scene on her behalf, as she very awkwardly tries to answer questions, but also tries to edge away slowly. It isn't that she's bad at this sort of thing (she's not, really), but after one too many run-ins with over-excited, touchy-feely fans, Lux has learned it's best to exercise caution.
...But at the same time, she has a hard time saying no. Even as she stands there, back almost up against an actual wall, her palms held out toward her new fans, she musters a very pained smile.
Please no, she didn't ask for this life. ]
I'm really not all that interesting—ah, could you... could you please—
[ s t o p .
Oh. Oh wait, is she actually getting lifted up? LOOK SHE KNOWS SHE IS SHORT, BUT THIS IS A BIT MUCH WOULDN'T YOU SAY. There is about to be a kidnapping here and she 200% does not want to be a part of it! Help? Please?? ]
Lux Crownguard | League of Legends | CRAU
[ It's strange how grounding a heartbeat could be, almost as much as a complete lack of one was once before. A rhythmic pulse, beating heavy in her chest, now somewhat accelerated as she propels herself through the Administrative Zone as she puts one foot in front of the other. Walking with purpose, even if she had no idea where she was going.
Just keep moving forward. Keep walking. Don't think about the past. Don't dwell on it, unless you want to go mad.
This isn't a place she knew, or one that she was hopeful she had somehow returned to. Died in, only to be summoned back once before; it wouldn't surprise her to be spirited back to the world with two moons once more, somehow brought back from the dead. Back to where she felt like she belonged, even if her memories of that place were still foggy. Death did that—it addled the mind, and made it difficult (dangerous) to remember even the most base things about oneself.
But it's important not to think about that kind of thing, to not let her thoughts linger there. Even if it doesn't seem to pose the same dangers here (...it didn't, right?), looking back and losing sight of her path was unacceptable. This is where it led.
All she could do was smile. Shine bright as the sun. Be that light in the darkness that was both so easy yet so difficult to be. When everything she knew was taken away from her, when she truly felt lost, that was the one thing she could turn to.
That painted, porcelain smile.
The one that she happens to flash at the first passerby she sees, coming to a stop and putting her black-gloved hands behind her back. Grinning almost radiantly, she tilts her head slightly, long hair spilling over her shoulders; flaxen gold, and in complete contrast to the crimson and white uniform coat she wears. ]
Excuse me, could you tell me where I might find the Observatory? I'm a bit lost.
♕ D. D IS FOR INEBRIATED. WAIT.
[ It's hard not to get caught up in the mood, even if she isn't entirely sure what the occasion is. The weather here is artificial, right? That's how this works, isn't it? She honestly isn't quite sure, but regardless, it's warm, she's more than dressed for the occasion, so she is going to enjoy herself.
After all, when in not!Rome, do as the not!Romans do! Well, for the most part at least. Bar brawls? Not exactly her thing.
Oohing and aahing at fireworks, however? That's definitely more her speed, and as night finally falls, the slight blond can be found beach side, practically glowing.
Or wait, no, is she actually glowing? Yes, that would appear to be the case, as she cradles a likewise glowing, very strong-smelling drink. Oh, well, there's your reason right there. Whoops. ]
This is the best!
[ Loud and speech slightly slurred? Oh. Oh yeah.
Ain't no party like a Blood nation party? She's going to be feeling this in the morning. Live fast, die young? ]
♕ F. PAPA-PAPARAZZI.
[ Once upon a time, Lux was a hero, with everything that that entailed. Winning against impossible odds? Check. Fighting for what was deemed to be right? Check and check.
Getting mobbed by random starry-eyed citizens with a thirst for the celebrity life and no respect for personal space or privacy? Unfortunately, yes.
And even here on the White Moon, it's just as awkward. Even if she's managed to get away from the acknowledgement bordering on fanatic idle worship, she doesn't actually expect to get surrounded at the first opportunity.
And she had been doing her best of being discrete too!
(It's the uniform, isn't it? It's always the uniform, she should know better by now!)
For the time being, it seems rather benign—just a gaggle of locals making an absolute scene on her behalf, as she very awkwardly tries to answer questions, but also tries to edge away slowly. It isn't that she's bad at this sort of thing (she's not, really), but after one too many run-ins with over-excited, touchy-feely fans, Lux has learned it's best to exercise caution.
...But at the same time, she has a hard time saying no. Even as she stands there, back almost up against an actual wall, her palms held out toward her new fans, she musters a very pained smile.
Please no, she didn't ask for this life. ]
I'm really not all that interesting—ah, could you... could you please—
[ s t o p .
Oh. Oh wait, is she actually getting lifted up? LOOK SHE KNOWS SHE IS SHORT, BUT THIS IS A BIT MUCH WOULDN'T YOU SAY. There is about to be a kidnapping here and she 200% does not want to be a part of it! Help? Please?? ]