demacian-cataclysm replied to your post “-; ship that pisses you off xd”
^^ agreed. Things like Garen/Lux make me want to vomit.
you sir, i like. but yeah omg is so creepy
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demacian-cataclysm replied to your post “-; ship that pisses you off xd”
^^ agreed. Things like Garen/Lux make me want to vomit.
you sir, i like. but yeah omg is so creepy
"Thank you, miss Luxanna." The prince turned to face her, a soft smile etched upon his lips. He had asked Garen to leave a message for her, to meet him here, so he was happy to see her. After all, the things she had done to protect Demacia needed to be recognized and celebrated. He had heard rumors of her last battle, that she fought tremendously, but that she had been hurt. It pained him to know that someone so dear to him had been injured representing his country. "How are you feeling?"
“Your Highness.” Lux bowed in greeting and reverence. It was a curious thing... Her relationship with her brother was purely professional, since they hadn’t really interacted much until she joined the military, but he was still someone she looked up to and respected, if only to be polite. So when he relayed a message that the prince wished to speak with her, she had no choice but to respond accordingly, despite the wound she was still nursing.
A slight wince twisted her face for but a moment as she stood back up straight, and upon hearing Jarvan’s question, she knew exactly what this was about. “I am well enough, Your Highness. My life belongs to Demacia, and I am only happy to have spilled blood for it...” Deep down inside she detested the words that were coming out of her mouth, but.. that was how Demacia operated, wasn’t it? Mantras and brainwashing, cruel and strict training, crushing any sort of individual until they became the perfect little soldier, obedient and loyal...