❝ Men will read all sorts of things into a knowing smile if you let them. ❞
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“A ‘ knowing ‘ smile?” Akali asks, her voice saturated with skepticism and disgust. Disgust, yes, because Ahri had spilled such a sizeable pool of blood that Akali was sure it was choking her, cloying at her nose and the back of her throat. Behind her mask, she threatens to heave.
Her hands were so far removed from bloodless, but this… this was horror a nature of which Akali had not seen before.
“A man does not read that far into a mere smile,” she says. He does not go doe-eyed and slack-jawed to his death for it.
Though perhaps she should have been grateful ( because what other reason would Akali have been here too, than to clip this man and return to Shen? ) to Ahri for relieving her of such gruesome work, but Akali remains wary, and if honest, afraid. The fox had merely curved a finger and the edge of her lip and convinced a man that would have fought Akali to the death to willingly allow her to rip him apart. What manner of beast does so, and then carries a conversation about the wiles of women immediately after?
Her blades are her comfort, and Akali only thanks the stars that Ahri does not smile at her, too.
“Be wary, fox; balance will not fall in line with your appetite forever.”
