00:00:00 for twiistedxfate! (I know they practically are soulmates already but STILL)
((yes jump on the bandwagon there is no such thing as too many threads))
The first time she sees the gambler, there was no way of knowing who she’d meet. She isn’t too nervous, to be wandering the Institute, because it feels like a wild card- who would it be? A Piltovian? An Ionian? A Demacian she’d yet to meet? Even a summoner was not outside the realm of possibilities, and Lux is too swept up in them to worry herself over worst case scenarios like-
The steady nature of the glow catches her eyes moments after she stops short before the riverman, an apology quick on her lips for blocking his way.
Her tongue feels fat and useless and it will not form a word she wants. She looks, frantically, between the timer and the thief, eyes widening as if she’d just seen an execution.
(Her own execution, at that.)
It does not sound like a compliment at all.