It was getting cold outsideâŠmuch too cold. She needed to come home. Wanted it, even.
She supposed to an extent she did feel guilty about lying to him but it was a necessary evil. It was all to make her easier to handle, more palatable. Sheâd said it was for an extensive job, somewhere far away, but the truth was more sinister. Sheâd been so, so very hungry. So many nights of full body aches for so desperately wanting foodâŠreal food. Not pork and raw steaks. It wasnât enough. So sheâd gone a little crazy. Sheâd gone to the forests outside of Noxus and gorged herself on unwary travelers. Undoubtedly the bones picked clean would be blamed on razorbeaks or murkwolves. Sheâd done this so she could try to go longer this time without having to relapse. Nobody could say she wasnât trying.
Fully sated, sheâd made her way back to Zaun. She wrapped herself in her coat, nuzzled her chin down into the collar, to keep the cold out. The coat was still a pristine white, just as if heâd just bought it, and not like she had used it as a blanket while she slept in the wild. Her fine claws had been enough to pick the moss and bark out of the fine minkfur. Her hair and skin, however, were in a much worse state. A detour into a bar would fix that.
Evelynn sauntered in, and she was surprised. This place was crawling with people. It was only seven. On a Tuesday. She scuttled past them with collar drawn up for obscurity into the bathrooms, and began the process of scrubbing her body clean with sinkwater, and using paper towels to dry down. Her hair, once magenta, had faded to a dull mauve from the exposure to the sun. Sheâd have to dye it again soon, but she didnât want to waste too much time. Sheâd already sent him word sheâd be home tonight. She didnât want to disappoint.
Clean and dry, she reached into her pocket and withdrew a bottle of perfume. Another gift from him. Sheâd been skeptical of it at first. What did men know of perfume other than price tag? But it had become her favoriteâŠand his too. She stalked out of the bathroom, but paused when she heard the singer on stage begin to speak.
âThis next number is dedicated to the lovers in the crowd. A song for Heartseekerâs Day.â
Fuck. It was Heartseekerâs Day? Suddenly the crowd made sense, as did all the women in pinks and reds and violets.
She had no real understanding of what it entailed. She knew Heartseekerâs Day as the prime day for agony harvesting in years pasts. Single people on this day were always so much more lonely, and so much more willing to turn a blind eye to her blue skin for a little company. But now that she was in a relationship? Not a fucking clue.
Flowers were for women. She couldnât get him flowers. Sex was inevitable. It always was, especially since sheâd been gone for a little over a week now. Heâd be ready to strip her at the door, most likely. That would be no special gift either. What did he want? The muscle tissue and flesh getting digested in her stomach said it all.
Heâd like to see her try to eat. He always did. It gave him a lot of joy in those big green eyes to watch her put animal meat in her mouth instead. She didnât want to eat it and potentially get sick, and waste all this effort. But maybe, just maybe, this time she wouldnât get hungry like that again. A few streets down, she was familiar with a restaurant that was Ionian-owned. Zaunites and Piltovians alike loved their foreigner food. She made a beeline through the tables of the bar, and slyly filched a manâs coinpurse as she passed.
She made her way to the restaurant. The owners turned pale at her appearance. She paid them no heed. She pointed long fingers at random items on the menu. She also requested any raw pork they had. They obeyed her command with shaking hands, and She left the entire bag of golden hexes for them. They seemed relieved to see her leave, and her pointed ears picked up the sound of the placard being flipped to âcloseâ as she walked out. Sheâd done them a favor.
She wisped and wound her way within the shadows to his âsafehouseâ. It was truly an unfitting word for a place so opulent. She didnât bother to ask how he afforded it or how he hadnât been found. Just like he probably wouldnât bother to ask where sheâd truly been. They always took things at face value; it was the easiest way. She was nearly stopped at the entrance, but an unearthly growl made the door boy turn a blind eye. They simply didnât want just anyone let into The Dalton Waltz Grand.
Up the elevator. Thirty floors. To the very top.
The doors dinged, and the elevator attendant let her through the interwoven iron grate. He frowned at her, sneered down his nose. She returned his distaste with a threatening smile, baring her two sets of pointed canines. These hotel boys needed to fuck off. She had a manâŠand she guessed herself, tooâŠto feed.Â
The clicking of her heels was muffled by the plush red rug that wound down the entire hallway. At the end of the rug was a door, for which she had the keyâŠsomewhere. She patted her body with her free hand, as the other was occupied by the paper bags full of Ionian fare. Shit, had it fallen out of her pocked in the woods? Damn it. It just was not her day. She jammed a long claw into the keyhole. The locking mechanism broke but her claw did not, though itâs layer of expensive lacquer had been scraped off. She stepped through the door and closed it. Sheâd call maintenance up to come fix it eventually, when she wasnât around to take the blame.
The living room was empty of her Gambler. Strange. He was always home to greet her. He always seemed to just know when sheâd arrive and he was always on the couch, inexplicably. Big grin across his lips, eyes twinkling. She wondered if heâd ever ported there with his magic, just to not break the tradition. Knowing him and his love of being showy as possible, it was a pretty high probability.
But now, the tradition was broken. Where was he?
âTwisty?â Evelynn called. She stepped into the kitchen and unceremoniously dumped the bags of food on the counter. âTwisty, you better not port behind me and grab me, Iâm not in the mood.â She growled. All this effort for Heartseekerâs day and he wasnât even home? Ugh.
Her pointed ears twitched slightly. Was that a gruntâŠand a sigh? That was him, alright. Unmistakable. She knew all his noises. Why would he be grunting? She sniffed. The air smelled sweet, and the scent originated from the bedroom, behind a closed door.
There better not be another woman in there.
She had no reason to think that he would, but she was nothing if not insanely territorial. She crossed the white carpeting to the door in record time and all but threw it open. âTWISTED FA-âŠ.â She paused in her tracks, mid shout. There was no woman. But there was an abundance of chocolate. Just not in a box.
âOh, Sugar! Youâre home. Happy Heartseekerâs Day, Evie.â
Yellow eyes squinted down at him. He was sitting on his rump, on the carpet, one knee bent and the other leg resting on the floor. He was leaned back in a way she presumed was supposed to look seductive, but there was something wrong. His hands were behind his back. He was also nearly nude, and covered in chocolate that heâd clearly painted on himself, as the remnants of the tin and a paintbrush were off to the side on a bedside table.
âWhat in Runeterra are you doing?â She questioned, baffled.
âIâm surprisinâ you.â
âMe. Iâm thâ present.â He winked at her. She scowled.
âWhat am I supposed to do with you now that youâre covered in a sticky mess? And where are your hands? Youâd need those.â
âYer âsposed to lick it off of me.â He stated matter-of-factly. She squinted harder.
âYour girlfriend, who cannot stomach human food, is supposed to lick chocolate off of your chest. Twisty, itâs all caked in your chest hair.â
âWell, it was liquid at one point. I had opened thâ window tâ stay cool while it applied, but I stumbled upon ân issue and nowâŠâ
âItâs hot as fuck outsideâŠand itâs dried solid. Why havenât you gotten up to wash it off?â
Evelynn rubbed her eyes with her fingertips and sighed loudly. âIâm not playing this game. Port out like you always do when I cuff you and wash up. I brought home dinner.â She went to turn and walk out of the bedroom. She wanted to get a taste of the raw pork in before she had to stomach the rest of the food.Â
âYâ see, the problem here is that I canât port out.â He called after her.
She turned around âWhat?â
âThâ surprise was that Iâd gone ân had these special cuffs made. I know I get antsy sometimes so I figured Iâd get magical enchanted ones for you to put on me. I put the commission in weeks ago.â
âWhy canât you get out?â
âI forgot the password. Remember when yâ wrote that word on that piece of paper I asked you for?â
âThat was the password I gave to the crafter. I looked at it but I just canât remember. Iâve been tryinâ all afternoon.â
âOh my g-âŠI canât believeâŠ!â She groaned, exasperated. She didnât remember the paper at all.â Shouldnât it be something easy? Like my eye color?â
âYellowâs the word we use when I want you to lighten up a little on the beatings. Iâve tried Marsupial, Succulent, CapricornâŠâ
âIâm not a Capricorn. Iâm a Scorpio.â
There was an audible click, and his hands came out from behind his back. He sighed in relief and cracked his shoulders with a moan. She smiled at her, the one she missed when he handât been on the couch. Her irritation melted.
âWell. Wouldja lookit that?â She merely rolled her eyes and shook her head.
âCome on. Letâs go eat.â She pulled him to his feet, and cracklings of the dried chocolate fell onto the carpet. She peeled a piece off of his neck and placed it gingerly on her tongue. It wasnât super sweet. There was bitterness to it. Heâd thought about what type to getâŠit was just like him.
He watched her eat it, and smiled wider when she didnât wince. His hand snaked around her waist and he leaned down to kiss her.
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