#fojquinn

[on-the-wings-of-demacia]

Demacian eagles were an incredibly rare sight, and TF had practically been all over the world. Valor would be the only one he'd see up close. Inspecting the magnificent bird for a moment, he could see the wariness shining in his eyes. Looking to Quinn, he gave her a gentle smile before grabbing her free hand gingerly, pressing a soft kiss on top. "I hear you're searchin' for somethin', darlin'. Anythin' I can do to help?" he grinned up at her.

Quinn immediately retracted her hand and glared daggers at the Card Shark. “Ahh, Twisted Fate.” She smiled coldly, “I am indeed looking for something, but I can handle it fine on my own, thank you.” She quickly stood on her tip-toes and patted him on the head like a child, and began to walk off, eager to see if he’d try to pull any shenanigans. She hadn’t had some troublesome fun with a convict in a long, long time. 

[on-the-wings-of-demacia]

Something in the Wind (Open)

After being sent on a mission, Quinn found herself terribly exhausted. Demacia was working her overtime, worried about Political shifts in the system they worked hard to upkeep. None of it was of Quinn’s care or business, but it was her job to serve. 

It was a rare sight to find her lounging around in the institute, but there she was, grooming Valor with the utmost decency and care. If you listened closely you could hear her purring sweet nothings to Valor as if he was a dog. Things such as “Who’s a pretty bird” and “You’re gonna look so good, today!” Nothing you would ever hear her say to another being. 

She was so absorbed into her care for Valor, that she didn’t hear the person approach her. Something she cursed herself for under her breath, it was her job to have eyes and ears as far as she could.

[evelynn-the-widowmaker-blog]

The pink haired beauty grinned ear to ear, the sharp teeth glittering in the setting sun as she dashed forward with a speed unmatched by any human. Today was the day- the picnic that Quinn had set up for them, the day Evelynn would finally kiss those beautiful, soft lips that curved and lit up the world with warmth. Fate's smile was cold, greedy, and dark, never giving her the warmth and tingling feeling that Quinn gave her in her stomach. The hill was ahead now, just a mile or so of running before she could see the tree that they first embraced under. The anticipation caused knots in her stomach, flips and turns that felt more like she was in battle than a date.

Evelynn had been gone a long time, disappearing after that fateful evening, with the promise of meeting under the willow tree at sundown. From that moment, the beautiful warrior had never left her mind, haunting her dreams and invading her thoughts with every waking moment. Quinn had done so much for her, given her love, peace, acceptance, and what had she given in return? Tears? No. So she left, without a word, in search of something as powerful as the moment itself. The temptress traveled to the farthest reaches of Runeterra, for the gift in return that would show how much she cared for her warrior. The necklace of Sujima.

The necklace was rumored among those who were as old as she to be the heart of the galaxies, where all stars met in one beautiful embrace, and captured in a crystal as old as the stars itself. The myth was beautiful, however true or untrue, but the stone which was said to reside in the caves of Mount Targon, where the Lunari held it for generations proved challenging for her dexterity and nimbleness. Riddles and rigorous tasks had to be completed, before at last, the stone rested on the pedestal before her. The stone glowed with a black and blue aura, the stars swirling in it like the rumors had foretold. Quinn was the heart of her world, the moon in her galaxy. This, she thought to herself, was a gift worthy of Quinn.

The high heels clicked into the ground furiously, making small indentations in the earth where she strode, until she reached the hill that  stood beside the one with the willow tree. Necklace in hand, she gazed over, and in that moment, her heart, full of butterflies and love, shattered. There stood Quinn, in all her beauty… with another woman. The Spider Queen. The sadness hit her like shards of ice, breaking her heart over and over as she observed them talking passionately over one thing or another. The necklace she held in palm felt like a lie, mocking her. The pain and trials she endured for her, to make her happy… all a lie. No, the warrior had found another woman. The more she looked upon the scene, the more she felt sick- Elise was slender just like her, another woman of the Shadow Isles, with heels like hers… The widow's stomach lurched.

The blue woman stood on the hill, the sun to her back, the warmth only making her hair stand on it's end. She stood still, watching the scene, before holding up the pendant, the light catching Quinn's eyes, as she glanced for a brief moment. Evelynn held the necklace high, showing her- before she vanished in thin air once more, the necklace falling to the ground. Her world was shattered once more.

[on-the-wings-of-demacia]

Quinn laughed, patting the back of her head, "Yeah yeah, my lies suck~" (But it’s my JOB…) Quinn thought before saying, "I’m here for some simple questioning and memories. I had a beau- battered Evelynn come find me some time ago, and she disappeared that next morning. I’ve been looking for her ever since… because she seemed so sad!" Quinn was looking more through Elise right now, "I just wanted to make sure she got home safe. I just thought if you thought this was a Demacian mission you’d let me pass with no questioning. I just wasn’t thinking." After that Quinn stood up taller and brushed herself off a little bit more, "And that’s the truth."

[spiderqueen-elise]

Elise chuckled lightly at the statement as she tried not to say anything until the whole truth was out and about. The Shadow Isles was her home and therefore she liked to know what was happening in the territory. It was strange to see Quinn out in a place like this but once the following sentences flowed in to the air then she finally understood the sudden visit. "Actually if it was a Demacian mission, I probably would have told you to go back and tell them to back off," she said. Her eyes narrowing slightly in worry for Evelynn as she quite liked the woman and they shared this place as home after all.The spider just hoped this wasn't some sick lie but something was telling her to believe the woman in front of her. She only hoped that gut feeling was right.

"Honestly, I haven't seen Evelynn roaming about but then again she loves to be invisible." She crossed her arms and thought of a few locations that the other fellow champion would be hiding at. They weren't really super close so it was hard to say where Eve could call her hiding place on the island. "I can offer my assistance but I don't know how helpful I would be," she stated. Elise wasn't always a sass mouth and it's not like she was going to allow Quinn to wander on her own.

[spiderqueen-elise]

Quinn was on a stealth mission, running through the Shadow Isles. "Why here?" She muttered to herself miserably as she kept snooping around. Valor was way up in the trees, Quinn couldn't see him no matter how hard she tried. However, slightly lost in thought, she tripped over a tree branch and fell to the ground. Recovering she mumbled, "Great...", And looked around for the branch that had tripped her, not finding it anywhere.

Her fingers wiped away at the toxin that had spilled down her chin before licking the rest of it off. She shuddered at the knowledge of knowing she’d live forever with this beautiful deal that had been placed before her. The Spider God had been generous to give her more than usual as she had brought him a larger number than last time. “Ah, immortality,” she sighed blissfully. Transforming to her spider form she moved along the forest of the Shadow Isles with ease. Everything was peaceful until she caught sound of movement coming towards her. It wasn’t often to hear things skittering around this far from home and so she hid in the shadows of the tree.

Elise then caught sight of the Demacian marksman and if she tried her best she could hear the bird company that the woman kept with her. She wondered what the two were doing in this territory and so made her way farther down the trail to shoot a web out the next tree. In this lighting it almost seemed invisible but it was also strong enough to not be broken with such ease. In a few seconds Quinn was on the ground and the spider approached from the shadows. “What are you doing here, Quinn?” she questioned. All her eyes narrowing at the same time as she made sure to stay slightly hidden in the darkness.

[enchantedarrow]

on-the-wings-of-demacia asked you:

Quinn happily approached the Queen while she was on business in Freljord one day. She immediately got down to one knee and said, "Greetings my Queen, how goes your peaceful ruling in Freljord?" Quinn's smile was wide. Valor was perched on her shoulder and bowing as well. She always felt honored that she could be in the presence of someone she found so admirable.

Always the same, it was. These fights -- This war. It all needed to be resolved. As the queen; Ashe was the one, and only person who could do this. She spent days -- months planning out ways she could end this useless fighting, and she was so desperate for the peace that would soon come after her success. Secretly, she knew that Sejuani, nor Lissandra would never listen to reason. It was understandable, everyone had their own point of view -- but that is no reason to start a war. She would change the both of them, regardless of how she did it.

It had been a busy day. The queen had planned for what was to happen next, all that was left was to announce her plan. She went into the city and awaited for her tribesmen, and women to show. Instead, however -- A woman approached, but this wasn't just any woman. A familiar face with a colorful eagle situated on her shoulder. This was an ally whom she had fought with on the fields. While it was nice to see her, and her eagle friend once more, she couldn't help but wonder why she had came here, but that didn't much matter. Ashe looked down at the woman, who was now bowed down to her in such a loyal manner.

"All is going well. All of Freljord's problems shall be sorted out soon enough." Still looking down at the female, a small smile fixed itself on her face. "What brings you here, Quinn?"

[evelynn-the-widowmaker-blog]

Secrets, Secrets Are No Fun... (Quinn)

Curled in a small ball, the fragile woman clutched her knees with a frailty not associated with someone like her. In fact, the only thing people associated her with was sex. Lots, and lots of sex. Which wasn't exactly not true, but still... She had hobbies outside of being tied down.

Resting her head against her knees, she closed her eyes, letting the last rays of sun sink down below the earth. The warmth was a comfort she seldom enjoyed, but tonight, the Widow Maker was feeling oddly... lost. A feeling that was so foreign to her, she wondered if it even was loneliness, or perhaps just a weird boredom. Loneliness... and... a twinge of... sadness.

Jumping up as soon as the words hit her consciousness, Evelynn let out a low hiss of surprise. These emotions... Not happiness, or coyness, or anything remotely like her, were a burden. But... why these things? Why now? She was content on top of a woman, or a man, but now, with nothing in her fingers but the soft fabric of the silk robe, and the faint kiss of sunlight on her blue cheeks... Emptiness.

Thinking back on her life, shrouded full of mystery and the musky smell of bodily functions, there wasn't time for things people enjoyed. Sure, there was the killing, that sweet look of surprise and red liquid that she adored almost as much as the white liquid...  But she wasn't... whole. Looking to the women in the League, she was always filled with envy, never knowing why, until now. The moment the sun hit her eyes, it was a new world, a new perspective.

Evelynn didn't have friends. She had a lover, who wasn't much of a lover at all, as he slept around more than she did- something impressive for the time. She had no family, no one to lean on when the murders got rough, or to laugh with about men farting in the shower. She never had friends, or connections, or true, real, honest to goodness love.

A translucent tear slipped down her face, going unnoticed, save for the fact that it sparkled, catching that last glimmer of hope off the sun as it sank down. The world was a playground. Full of fun, and play time, and adventure. Something she knew better than most. But... this particular night, and perhaps for some time now... she was alone on that playground. No one to help her on the swings, or the jungle gym... No one to help her when she scraped her knee. No one to hold her and tell her it was okay...

Dashing barefoot through the halls, tears continued down her face, dancing and trickling down her cheeks. The soft padding of her feet made her silent, unknown to the summoners walking by, who only saw the droplets of water on the stone floor. Racing to the garden, Evelynn dashed to the top of the hill that overlooked the vast grounds of the Institute. Leaning against an old Oak tree, her yellow eyes blurred from the tears that stained her cheeks a soft pink. 

"I'm... so alone."

[thedeceivingblackrose-blog]

*Quinn needed to know. Her suspicions on Jarvan's change needed to be inspected. She didn't necessarily think it was LeBlanc, however, she didn't put it passed herself to stalk Leblanc Quinn was a master hider, and a master escape artist. Whatever LeBlanc did, Quinn would see. Valor was perched, pretending to be a crow out of sight of people under a building's electrical letters.*

The Deceiver had a rousing suspicion that she was being followed and watched from afar.  The grip she had on her long crystal staff tightened as she looked around.  She had become quite curious as to who would stalk her like this.  She smirked, “If you show yourself, I promise that I will not harm you.”