TW: Mention and use of alcohol, tobacco and drugs, profanities, sex and sexual abuse in later chapters
PG:16
PG18 chapters: Chapter 48
As the last flicker of hope for Vilons family name, you have spent your whole life trying to be the best of the b...
A/N: YOOOO! Sorry for the inactivity but I had passed my first exam, together with a new semester starting so I've had a lot of studying on my hands.
Anyhow, I did find some spare time to draw recently and I've decided to try a new method!
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Here is Y/N in chapters 4-9, a bit older and more matured than what we see in chapters 1-3.
I wanted to capture the arcane-like artstyle, and though I'm really really happy with the faceup, but I feel like overblended the neck a little. Also I CAN'T FUCKING DRAW COLLARBONES LMAOOO.
More stuff like that is available on my Instagram, together with the incredible fanart you guys send over! Check out
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for more!
Anyway, I hope you guys like it, and enjoy the chapter!
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You lost yourself to the sound of violin in the distance, memories of your own music coming back to you like a boomerang. The boy who was playing has definitely made a lot of progress. He no longer stumbled on faster notes, hitting them all with incredible precision, the sounds mixing together in a breathtaking symphony. Since you've moved to the Art District, you actually managed to catch a glimpse of the player once or twice.
He looked about your age, maybe a little younger. His facial features were gentle, rounded at the edges. Even his eyes were open wide, as if he kept getting surprised by the world surrounding him. The only thing unusual about him was his skin tone. It was fawn, reminiscent of the sandy beaches surrounding the bank of the river Pilt. It was the only thing suggesting, that the boy wasn't from around here. Most likely an immigrant from Ionia, trying to escape the Noxian invasion in search of a more stable future.
You bit down softly on your cigarette, making the tip of it rise up slightly. You wondered if the same people who called him names, telling his family to go back where they came from, were listening to his music right now, getting lost in the beauty of it.
Although Piltover was one of the main crossing points for travellers for years now, it's citizens still couldn't get used to the diversity in races that occurred because of that. That's the exact reason most of the vastaya decided to settle down closer to the Undercity and not the Topside. Down there people just didn't care that much, their minds occupied by different problems than a feathered, magical neighbour. You clenched your teeth in frustration, making the tabaccoo in your mouth bend upwards even more.
A soft knock from behind made you turn your head around in curiousity, your eyes setting on a familiar, slightly leaning figure. You smiled, geniuenly happy to see some company.
,,Hey! You're actually not sneaking around this time! That's a welcome change..."
You said jokingly while sending the boy a playful wink. He made his way towards you, the methodical sound of his cane against the tiles filling the air with some sort of familiar comfort. He rested his walking stick in the usual place and leaned against the metal railing next to you.
