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[banishingtheshadows]

"Everything Hurts."

“Maybe you should stop teleporting into the bath.”

Despite her dry tone, Lux’s hands were gentle as she placed the icepack on his worst bruise. Leaning over, she brushed his fringe back to look into his eyes. “Better?”

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[banishingtheshadows]

((I needed to write and it became fluff for @demaciangrandwarlock because I like to wind Pete up about the ship :^) ))

He’s on the couch again. It’s becoming a more and more regular occurrence for one reason or another, though in this case there isn’t a reason at all. He’s just...there.

He doesn’t see Lux but he can hear clinking in the kitchen. She’s probably making tea - she always seems to be whether or not he’s over. If he ever needed to get her a gift, he muses, tea would probably be a really easy idea. That or a new teapot...

He wonders if she’s ever travelled beyond Noxus before. She’s always seemed interested in the tales of his adventures before he settled in Demacia. His gaze turns up to the ceiling as he continues ruminating on the woman as a whistling issues from the kitchen. Definitely making tea. “Lux?”

“I’m fine!”

Satisfied that she was as she said she was, he lets his head fall back to the cushions. His gaze drifts back to the ceiling as his thoughts begin to drift yet again.

Maybe she’d like an Ionian tea. He doesn’t think she’s got one in her collection. That or a tea set from the region...

There are footsteps, and he feels a warmth approach as his eyes begin to flicker. He feels rather than sees Lux lean over to inspect him - but it’s when her fingers brush hair from his forehead that he’s surprised by both the gesture and the emotions locking in his throat. He finds himself paralyzed as her fingers linger for a moment longer - then somehow he shifts just enough to let her know he’s still conscious.

There’s a moment’s pause and the clink of a cup on the table...and then the warmth of Lux crawling into his arms.

“Hey, sleepy,” Caiaphas greets her without opening his eyes.

“Hello, snorer.”

“I do not snore.”

Lux doesn’t respond, and Caiaphas flicks his eyes open just in time to catch her grin. Without another word he pulls her closer. Her face softens and she lets him without complaint.

“What tea are you drinking this time?”

“You don’t even care, so why do you ask?”

“...because you do.”

“Smooth scoundrel,” he hears her mumble. A chuckle leaves his lips as he feels her relax further against the him. “That’s me,” he replies, listening as she exhales a groan and lightly slaps his shoulder in protest. She doesn’t respond any further though, and the two quieten in the privacy of her house.

His breathing deepens, his mood relaxes, and then there’s only her warmth against his and their shared peace.

[banishingtheshadows]

Warmth - that was the first sensation to touch Lux’s senses, as the mage stirred. A soft breath escaped her lips as she drowsily began to work her way up from the fog of sleep.

It was strange - the last thing she remembered was being unable to sleep, and third cup of tea that was supposed to help people sleep - but she didn’t remember going to her room...

A puzzled murmur escaped her lips as her eyelids began to lift. She had vague memories of spilling her tea, but why-

Her eyes widened, and Lux sat bolt upright in bed. Her hands flew to her face as last night’s exchange with Caiaphas began to come back to her. She could feel her cheeks warm as she began to remember the final words of their conversation, including her falling asleep on his shoulder...

Despite her embarrassment, she couldn’t help but remember the warmth of his arms as he’d no doubt carried her to her room.

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