Katarina & Syndra's Final Days
[I'm starting to write a fanfic and this is what I've got so far! I hope y'all like it :D ..even through its not much ;-; ] It was just like any other morning, the sun was peeking out from behind Ionian mountains, yet still hiding underneath the Celestial Fortress. The hextech clock Katarina brought back from one of her past assignments in Piltover hummed softly, which was loud enough for the redheaded Assassin to be woken from her slumber, but soft enough to not disturb the Dark Sovereign's sleep. A muffled groan emanated from the pillow on the left side of the bed and a mess of crimson red hair emerged from under the covers. The woman pushed up from the bed, bringing her chest to rest upon her pillow while her elbows held herself up. Half lidded emerald orbs wandered over to the device that had woken her up. It was 6 AM. Today marked the first day of summer, the sun already impatiently waiting to take its place high in the sky. A toned, pale arm moved out from under the covers, slender fingers pressing down on the little silver button that sat at the very top of the clock. The humming stopped. She yawned silently and rubbed the remaining drowsiness out of her eyes as the turned her head to the right. A smile formed on her visage as she laid eyes on her beautiful wife, Syndra the Dark Sovereign. The Dark Sovereign, a woman whom many feared and who’s life many sought after. She was absolutely beautiful, and belonged solely to the Sinister Blade. Her seemingly unblemished skin. long white lavender-tinged locks, and the most captivating lavender eyes that practically seemed to glow, even in the light. Many believed that she was a cold, heartless woman, but that wasn't the case at all. She only knew love once until she met Katarina, and that love was cruelly taken away from her -- because of herself no less. The only person who showed her any sign of affection during her youth was the woman who pretty much took her in and raised her when no one else would. Her teacher was a kind woman who sacrificed herself to seal away her true, destructive power before she fell into the wrong hands. Syndra was still sound asleep, lying on her back with her hair sprawled out on her pillow. Her fair skin was beautiful, her sleeping countenance peaceful. Further down, where the covers met her collarbone, two little white ears popped out. They were so cute, flickering every now and then when a sound was made; they belonged to their daughter, Erika. Erika was 4 years old, getting ready to turn 5 next month. She adored her mothers – often finding herself sneaking into her parents bed and sleeping on either of their chests. They didn’t mind. Honestly, they loved it. They loved being mothers, and not only because they both grew up without one. In the beginning, they were worried about being parents, they weren’t sure if they’d have what it takes. The two women grew up without parents to care for them and guide them, but nevertheless, once Erika was born their worries washed away. Katarina and Syndra had their natural motherly instincts. They were natural mothers, ready to raise their child with love, guidance, and even discipline when needed. The Assassin found herself gazing at the sight; her beautiful wife and daughter sleeping peacefully together. Oh how she’d do anything to protect them. The woman who people feared and thought to be nothing but a cold-blooded killer, was able to learn to love and care for not one, but two people. She never wanted this to end, her happy life with her two favorite girls. That was what she feared most – that was her one and only fear: losing the life she currently has. After a few moments of gazing at the two softly with a smile gracing her lips, she slowly and quietly got out of bed. She didn’t give the bed a single shake, as to not disturb their slumber. Her feet touched the cold surface of the wooden floor, sending a shiver up her spine and causing her toes to curl. The redhead didn’t stop, once she was completely out of bed and standing up, she made her way towards the bathroom. Without making a sound, she reached the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She turned towards the sink, looking at herself in the mirror. The figure looking back at her yawned just as she did before turning on the faucet. The water started flowing. Katarina moved her hands under the running water, cupping them together and bringing her face closer to the sink. She splashed some water on her face, the cold liquid quickly getting rid of any remaining fatigue from her eyes. A slender hand reached to the side, grabbing hold of a small towel in which she used to dry her face. Rising, she looked back in the mirror and ran a hand through her messy crimson red hair. Her other hand hung the towel back up on its hook and grabbed her brush afterwards. She ran it’s bristles through her hair in slow, long strokes. The knots and curls in her hair quickly disappeared, falling nicely into place. Setting the brush back down, she grabbed her toothbrush and squeezed some toothpaste onto it, continuing with her morning routine. After she finished cleaning herself up for the day, she opened the door and moved over to the closet. There she stripped off her pajamas and replaced them with her usual work getup. Standing in front of the long mirror that hung from the closet door, she made sure everything was put on properly and that nothing was out of place. Perfect. The redhead turned on her heel, giving her girls one last look. “Sleep well.” She whispered before leaving the bedroom, making her way down the stairs and out the front door, being sure to lock it behind her.