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@luxanna-crownguard
YOU SEEK KNOWLEDGE WHERE YOUR SUPERIORS SEEK TO HIDE IT.
GOOD.
THE SOUL IS FOREVER CHANGED BY THE ACT OF COITUS, IT LOSES A PART OF ITS PURITY, BUT MORE THAN THAT WHAT IS THERE CHANGES AND LOSES MAGICAL POTENTIAL.
YOU MIGHT THINK SEX INTERPLAYING WITH MAGIC IS STRANGE, THAT’S STUPID. THERE’S NO REASON IT SHOULDN’T.
Her eyes never left his face, sure he was a handsome man, however, to her he was simply another older brother, a champion of the league and the crown prince of her home, and above all, a friend. Anyone else, she would have waited, until sun up, however they were busy people and this was as good of a time as any.
“You mentioned shaving.” she pointed out, arms crossed, fingers drumming lightly on her forearm, an old nervous tell of the mage. Catching herself she lets her arms fall to the side, shifting her weight to the other side and looking down and to the left. She stood in silence for a heart beat, before once again finding his eyes with hers.
Turning away she lifts her arms above her head and stretches as she walks back into the main chambers, “Duty.” was the only answer she gave to his question, he had been to the institute and back, scheduled for late night matches, her body stiff from the exertion.
“Jarvan, I would like to talk to you, if you are clear minded.” She stands before this window holding the blue curtains back to spy the star dotted sky. The normally bubbly mage before him was all but a quiet wisp of the her normal self, worried though running through her mind.
"Of course I mentioned shaving. I’ve just woken up, and I didn’t think anybody was here… go figure." He tugged a well-worn, yet lavishly designed blue and white quilt from atop the bedspread, and draped it about his muscular shoulders as though it were the royal mantle. He attempted to tie a makeshift knot with the corners, muttering as he made his way back to the washbasin. "Of course. You may speak freely, though you might want to consider waiting until the sun comes up next time. Us normal people usually like to be sleeping about now… and I hope you won’t mind if I shave while you speak." While speaking, Prince Jarvan fiddled with the wicker cabinets above the mirror. It became abundantly clear that he intended to shave regardless of whether or not Lady Crownguard minded when he pulled a small porcelain bottle from one of the shelves, and began to lather his jaw and neckline with the light blue cream within. Jarvan gripped the handle of the straight razor, watching Lux in the mirror and slowly scraping at his stubble with the shaver’s sheen edge.
"Waiting may take our privacy and I would like to keep his conversation...between us." an uncharacteristic worry creeps into her voice as she walks forward, letting the cloth fall from her hands. "I want your honest opinion, Jarvan...do you believe the League is truly what is right for our people? I can't help but think we are sleeping with a snake in the hopes that it will not bite us. I do not like this... I have not liked this for a long while. "
She leans on the bathroom door frame, fully dressed and ready for the day. When the sister Crownguard sleeps and wakes has ever been a thing of mystery the blonde tends to cultivate.
"You do appear relatively unkempt, Prince.” She smiles, raising and eyebrow, the emphasis on his title always given like a child’s taunt. He was, after all, a childhood friend…and she was apparently breaking and entering.
Water - along with complete dismay - dripped from the Prince’s face and into the washbasin. His eyes narrowed as he erected his already broad shoulders into a familiar princely posture. He rung out the cloth, and draped it over the side of the bowl before crossing his arms over his bare chest. "Luxanna Crownguard! I am not unkemp- What are you even doing in my home, let alone my room at this hour?!?" He stood up straight, completely unabashed, and a broad scowl spread over his chiseled, stubbled features. "What would your brother think? Slinking about the palace this early in the morning! Go back to bed, you could probably use the sleep."
Her eyes never left his face, sure he was a handsome man, however, to her he was simply another older brother, a champion of the league and the crown prince of her home, and above all, a friend. Anyone else, she would have waited, until sun up, however they were busy people and this was as good of a time as any.
“You mentioned shaving.” she pointed out, arms crossed, fingers drumming lightly on her forearm, an old nervous tell of the mage. Catching herself she lets her arms fall to the side, shifting her weight to the other side and looking down and to the left. She stood in silence for a heart beat, before once again finding his eyes with hers.
Turning away she lifts her arms above her head and stretches as she walks back into the main chambers, “Duty.” was the only answer she gave to his question, he had been to the institute and back, scheduled for late night matches, her body stiff from the exertion.
“Jarvan, I would like to talk to you, if you are clear minded.” She stands before this window holding the blue curtains back to spy the star dotted sky. The normally bubbly mage before him was all but a quiet wisp of the her normal self, worried though running through her mind.
His form twisted and rolled amidst the silken sheets. The muscles in his legs ached with a dull throbbing wake up call, and outside - somewhere off in the kaleidoscopic lay of Demacian streets and alleys, the clock bonged an echoic warning to the denizens of the sleeping city-state: it was five AM. Jarvan’s head lay against the goose feather pillow - a luxury, sure - but he still found sleep came restless to him - and damned near impossible with the clock chiming. He shook the dream from his mind, rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and set to the washbasin to wake fully. His reflection looked back at him in the mirror, stubble growing along his muttering jaw line. "I should probably shave."
She leans on the bathroom door frame, fully dressed and ready for the day. When the sister Crownguard sleeps and wakes has ever been a thing of mystery the blonde tends to cultivate. "You do appear relatively unkempt, Prince." She smiles, raising and eyebrow, the emphasis on his title always given like a child's taunt. He was, after all, a childhood friend...and she was apparently breaking and entering.
How do you feel about that blonde idiot, also known as the Demacian girl?
"I presume you are referring to the Lady of Luminosity."
"She fights to the death within the League on a daily basis for her city-state, and is well respected as a champion and individual within her society and out of it as well. More so than you most likely ever will be within yours you faceless coward.”
"Many are foolish and underestimate the mortal of what she actually is capable of in the end as a champion, perhaps you need a lesson in history?”
"I am quite honored, thank you Champion Aatrox."
DON'T WORRY ABOUT BEING SHORT. YOUR EGO IS STILL INFLATED
ɪᴛ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɢᴏ, ɪᴛ ɪs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴏɴғɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ.
ᴛʜɪs sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀᴇ ᴘᴜɴs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏᴏʟs!
ARE YOU SURE?
THAT’S KIND OF A TALL ORDER, THERE
I AM SURE YOU WILL BE BACK TO YOUR NORMAL HEIGHT IN SHORT ORDER, XERATH. IN THE MEAN TIME WHY NOT APPRECIATE THE LITTLE THINGS IN LIFE?
CAPS LOCK CRUSADERS!
Lux has died.
"…"
"Incorrect!"
Lux has died.
"You can not be serious?"Vayne did not seem pleased with the news.
"Indeed. I would have guessed as much. Besides that I doubt you would get yourself killed, Luxanna."
"I appreciate the complement, I, as well, do not expect to find your obituaries any time in the near future, my friend."
"Mm." A small nod. "It is good you feel the same. I suppose for pleasantries I will simply ask what your recent activities have been and if they have or have not been enjoyable?"
Nod nod, "Enjoyable enough, hard work as we both understand."
Lux has died.
"You can not be serious?"Vayne did not seem pleased with the news.
"Lux." She seemed slightly relieved by her appearance before quickly assuming her usual aloofness. "I had thought so."
"Honestly, the state of Demacia would not be so calmed if a Crownguard were to be deceased, less so for a champion. Even if such an incident were to come to pass those of the inner family circle would know before the general populous."
"Indeed. I would have guessed as much. Besides that I doubt you would get yourself killed, Luxanna."
"I appreciate the complement, I, as well, do not expect to find your obituaries any time in the near future, my friend."
"I am altogether curious about your blade, Aatrox, if you would be so predisposed I would be pleased if allowed a small inspection."
"No, I can’t allow that, Crownguard."
"The risk of you dying is too high."
Huffs "Drat."
Lux has died.
"You can not be serious?"Vayne did not seem pleased with the news.
"Incorrect assumption!"
"Lux." She seemed slightly relieved by her appearance before quickly assuming her usual aloofness. "I had thought so."
"Honestly, the state of Demacia would not be so calmed if a Crownguard were to be deceased, less so for a champion. Even if such an incident were to come to pass those of the inner family circle would know before the general populous."
Lux has died.
"You can not be serious?"Vayne did not seem pleased with the news.
"Incorrect assumption!"
OMG WHY…..
“N-No! Just no!”
“….. I am very ashamed of both of you now…”
"IMPOSTER!"
"I see you Grand General"
Luxanna slumps in her chair, hair is a mess, her clothes dirty, a streak of dirt runs down her cheek, lines with in its shape showing where she had sweat it away. Her breathing was heavy, but steady as she forced it to calm, her hood pushed back limbs limp, eyes closed. She had been away for several months, a mission, not a easy task when you are constantly being pulled away to the League, but do able. However, the mage was home now, tired, warn and more then a little hungry, but home none the less. "Time to write the report," she mutters, pushing herself slowly from her chair, "I wonder what the others have been have been doing..."
GUESS WHO IS TYPING THIS ON HER FULLY FUNCTIONAL COMPUTER!?!?!!!
Will I ever hear the lot of you having a group discussion about something that isn’t sex or how much you hate each other? Whatever happened to “oh, how is the weather”? Now it’s only, “oh, how would you like to get fucked from behind”? Conversation starters sure have changed…
"And how are you today my lady."
