The Tiny Master of Evil

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Droopy eyes staggered open and an ill feeling cascaded down highways in his broken body, welling up in general area of his chest and heart. He seized up again, but this time he just let up the build up out in thick messes of tears. Beyond the massive hurt he had caused in the wake of his absence, she was now hurting to save his sorry excuse of existence. His hand, already distanced from her cheek contracted back further as he realised fully what destruction he had truly caused. Veigar sorely wanted to sleep and wake up to a bliss of where the last weeks had not even happened. She had to know, and it put his chances of the other yordle ever wanting to see his face again. To lie was just to put off further hurt until it proved to much to handle.

In between sharp sniffles and tense body movements, he turned to face her, his eyes pained in both his and her condition. His first attempts to speak spluttered nothing but incoherent whimpering. Veigar could not bear to see her like this, she was hurting for his own benefit and the weight that issued was greater than any mortal infliction that was placed on his disfigured form.

“I d-didn’t want this to happen.” He whimpered, keeping his eyes on her. “I just.. t-thought..” He paused, looking blankly down in his own horror.

He thought that he could prevent her from becoming a victim of his own tainted pursuits of anarchy. In his demented thinking he failed to realise he could do far worse damage in just his absence. In his wandering he just further lost himself to the landscape. His gaze returned to her.

“I thought I could save you from myself. I thought I was slowly leading you to your death.”

He did not realise at the time that he would set off the actions of his concerns by himself, and himself only. The mage trembled violently. The blood on his body might as well have been hers. The sorceress was truly his better half; his compass and beloved. He could he be so blind to his actions?

“There’s nothing I would give you up for, my love. I was so wrong thinking that removing myself would do right. I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you..” Veigar broke out in spasmodic whimpers and he seized his grip onto his face, dragging down his skin and fur clutched in bloodied hands. He could not find the words to properly announce his shame, instead surrendered himself incomprehensive in distressed sobs.

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Letting himself go limp, he allowed himself to be moved by the sorceress onto the couch, though her touch on his wound stung. He made a considerable effort not to show any signs of him being physically affected to being placed unto the lounge. Veigar's sickened tempo suffered mostly, and as soon as her grip loosened he almost flopped into the seat. The magic enveloped on him rather quickly, the warmth crept up his torso to his neck through the grid of cold battered flesh and fur. He was impressed with her strength in the face of adversity but it worried him if there was deeper after-effects masked by it.

Yet the thought of it didn't stay strong in his fractured mind, and the healing spell began to focus on less materialistic injuries, pulling together fibres of his tissue which had been severed intensely. As the bloodied salvaged muscle sewed back together it caused him further pain to usher into his crippled being. Eyes closed, teeth and fists clenched, he seized up again. With the heart shaped trinket burying into the palms of his paws, he began cringing into a loose foetal position, facing the edge of the couch. 

Briefly losing conciousness, his eyes reopened to blurred vision of Lulu. His love was back at his side once more, and she had brought to him the material goods needed for his recovery. He wiped his blood flecked hand, gem heart still in tow, on his cleaner part of his face. Shakily his hand approached her face once more and he uncurled an entwined finger in his grip to glide across her cheek. A weak but genuine smile appeared on Veigar's face.

"I think.. I've stopped bleeding." He whispered. While no blood was ebbing from his abrasions, he was extremely exhausted from the full ordeal, and the healing had further sapped away more of his energy. Shallowly buried underneath his physical discomfort was the strong urge to hug the other yordle as if he would never let go again but such an action would most likely make him collapse again, possibly further hurting himself. As his mind began to settle as his head nestled in the fabric of the sofa. While the bleeding ceased the wounded tissue was still raw and weak, and beyond his wounds there were hers. It would be a long road toward recovery.

He couldn't afford to lose her again.

"S-stay with me, please?" The mage pleaded, eyes droopy and slow blinks. Sapped of his vitality he was oblivious what needed to be done.

[ask-lulu]

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As the door opened to him, he did not react quick enough to shifting surface and fell to his hands, clasping his fidgety fingers on the inside flooring of the house. His face defeated as he fought to regain movement in his rickety metallic constructions that he called legs. The slow trickle of blood from his wound, broken upon from his attempt at magic, started to drip into a tiny pool from his chest.

He began to painfully recall the events that led to his drifting. Veigar, foolish and unsophisticated in social conduct, began to believe that he would be the sorceress's demise. In trying to protect her, by leaving without a trace would mean his future conflicts would not take his toll on her. After all, his anarchist views and opposing the power in Valoran would eventually cause him to develop extremely powerful enemies as he campaigned. The yordle was unsuccessful in both areas, his absence proved detrimental to his plans and hurt the very thing he was trying to protect.

Slinking back to perch himself on his knees, he could only imagine to apprehend what he had done and started to crawl pitifully to her. Slow and gradual, he reached out his free hand to the mess he had created. Her sublime eyes he had known were tainted with tears and looked tired beyond his own. Cursing himself at how blind he was, how disgusting selfish he was. Fuller tears welled up in his amber eyes, making it more difficult for him to see even more so.

It was definitely her, just completely and utterly destroyed. All blame was his. It was not his enemies that did this, just himself. He was a proclaimed master of evil, but not this. This hurt beyond any physical wound, even the one inflicted on him, still oozing into a light drip. The pain reached down and clawed at his very soul. He had not felt this distraught for a long while. To him, it was as bad as his imprisonment in Noxus. Except this tore away at something that utter isolation did not begin to touch there. It was not definitely him to her though. The nature of his condition made it hard for Veigar to focus on the other yordle.

You aren’t real.

A sobbing ache of a extended exhale, too struggled to be called a sigh managed out as the words hit him harder than any physical object could. He slid himself close to her, his prosthetic knees touching her organic ones. With the heart gem charm he held to his own heart, the organ within him battered in each fibre. His free hand inched toward her cheek, an unbloodied finger gently grazing the edge to wipe away the tears forming from her eyes.

"Please don't cry Lu. I shouldn't be real, but I am." He strained. She didn't deserve this.

"This shouldn't be real, no one should go through what I've done to you. Especially not you, my love." He whimpered.

A stabbing pain shrieked in his torso, which for a moment tried to ignore but eventually seized up into it. Teeth gritting and tears stinging. The crystal trinket started to sport blood on it as caved over himself in pain.

"Lu... I understand if you don't want to see me ever again." He cringed.

"Please just help me."

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Her gaze left the mage, trying to take in as much of the room she could… despite the fact she’s been there before. Piles of papers and books… it was rather messy, but nothing that would bother her.

Once her shoulders were grabbed and Veigar pushed past her, the yordle did a twirl on her heel, giggling all the way. She quietly mumbled a “Woooahh… Dizzy..” and plopped down down where the books once sat. Green eyes studied every detail of the room intently. “Studyin’?” Lulu echoed, her focus now on the Sorcerer. 

She missed out on her childhood, with that, her life in school, so she was rather uneducated… and didn’t quite feel the need to ‘study’. “Is it as boring as everyone says it is? I didn’t study in the Glade, I learned first hand.” Ears twitched, and the girl tossed off her hat, letting it land neatly on a stack of books.

Upon being asked about how she was, however…

"Eh." Lulu calmy replied, shrugging as she suddenly spread her arms out and flopped down onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. 

"Same old, same old. Pix still tryin’ ta get me back in the Glade, frolicking through the forest still doesn’t bring me anywhere new, and still not allowed back to Bandle~" The girl leaned upward slightly, looking at Veigar. "It’s been boring lately, Viivii." She let the nickname slip out, her lips twitching into a grin at this. 

Lulu sat up once more, reaching and grabbing at a book— any book in her reach. She didn’t quite read it, just flip through the pages, a bit upset with the lack of pictures. With a frown, she returned the book to where it was. She wiggled her fingers, which began to glow purple, and let a cupcake appear in her grasp. She took a chunk out of it, cheeks puffed with frosting and cake and sprinkles dotting her lips and chin. 

[tiny-master-of-evil-rp]

As he finished stacking the last tome into the crammed bookcase, he turned to face her, gritting his teeth at her slipped nickname for him. Veigar, even despite his affections for the sorceress, didn't like any sort of pet names. 'Endearing' names were often mistaken for taunts, and even the best intentions often left the mage unamused and angry. Lulu, however, was like the antidote to much of his pent up rage. Cuddles, hugs and soft kisses behind closed doors and away from peering eyes meant that Veigar could have a privacy in letting himself calm down. Veigar was only ever calm otherwise with his nose in a book, but so much isolation tampered at the last strings of his mental connection to the world.

He wanted to hug her, but he was held back by his own dark nature to subdue affections. Veigar wondered why the two of them had even formed a friendship with his hostility toward social interactions, especially those of the affectionate kind. He was, without her, a lonely wreck of a yordle being with undying bitterness toward the world. Yet she seemed to have this knack for knowing when he was lying, so he made his best effort not to lie to her. Was not doing what he felt doing a form of lying? He wasn't so sure. Lulu seemed fairly engrossed in eating her magical cupcake, which a glance made Veigar salivate slightly. He didn't realise he was even the slightest hungry.

Hands touching his nose and fingers stroking away at tear ducts, he progressed to bound around the room, fake legs trembling as he moved closer to the sorceress, hands still lightly pressed against his face still. Veigar collapsed down next to her, his metal limbs clunking against the floorboards, A sudden movement of his hands, they pressed into his lap, and he looked at the cupcake being devoured by his girlfriend. There was a slight awkward expression on his face, which almost looked goofy. His face screwed up a couple of times before the yordle gave into his desires, which in that moment overpowered his darker will to not give into affection. He grabbed the other yordle, almost latching himself onto her. burying his face into her hair, holding her tight, and forgetting entirely that she was eating.

[ask-lulu]

The sorceress scrambled around the institute as well… but for a different purpose. She merely wanted to go somewhere, and her feet seemed to lead her through out the long hallways. Many times, she was told to leave, being an annoyance to fellow champions and summoners alike.

…She didn’t really pay any mind to those opinions, of course. Her nature shut out the harshness. Though on occasion, she ‘accidentally’ may have turned one or two people into squills to get them off of her back. Regardless, Lulu continued her parade through the passages, a skip in her step.

She wanted to spend time with someone, but her thoughts wandered, listing any ideal friends to hang out with. More and more were crossed off of said list, causing the fae sorceress to let out a sigh. Crossing her arms, she finally stopped her skipping, and turned to the door she had just passed up.

A cheeky grin appeared on her face. Veigar’s door. Now why didn’t she think of this sooner?

Hopping over towards the door, Lulu lifted her hand and knocked twice. She stood still for a moment, grinning from ear to ear. The yordle reached up and adjusted her hat, making sure it was on perfect. 

Unfortunately for her, the door swung open while she was in the middle of tugging on the blue cap. Green eyes fluttered open and locked on the black yordle now in front of her. “Oh! Hiya!” Her hands from the blue cloth, clasping together in front of her chest.

"Can I come in?" She asked curiously… Not quite waiting for an answer as she stormed inside the room. Lulu looked around with wide, curious eyes, standing on her tip toes to get the best view.

"So what’re you up to, Veigar?~"

[tiny-master-of-evil-rp]

Veigar's eyes popped when the sorceress entered his chambers. He was glad it was her, but she clambered over his things and it made him twitch and he clenched his teeth down. Some papers flew up from her entrance, the draft from the doorway lifted up the sheets and they fluttered to the ground in random spots. After closing the door quickly, he rushed to pick up his work from the floor. A few short bursts of 'ah's' and the mage cuddled up the paperwork in his grasp, making a makeshift pile on the last remaining bit of the desk. It wasn't unlike her to barge in though. Sometimes he liked having Lulu's presence even during his bouts of isolation. Little did he understand her company was keeping his inner demons down in the depths.

"Studying." He said frantically, swooping to catch another upturned paper. After sifting that into the pile, he hopped over another pile to follow behind her. Lightly grabbing her shoulders, he scooped past her and nudged her to stop. Veigar grabbed the books off his bed and ushered her to sit down, to at least prevent her from messing up the place further. Anyone's else but the dark yordle himself would see piles of 'crap' but each bit held important knowledge for him.

He clambered to the book case, sticking notes back into books. "What have you been up to?" Veigar was not great at conversing, his social skills were sub-par at best, but he knew enough from interacting with his beloved to know how to at least talk normally with her. Social skills could only be learned ever so much from books. Social cues were fine on paper, but him actually working with it verbally and physically was not tuned well.

[tiny-master-of-evil-rp]

The black furred yordle scurried across the halls of the Institute, books cramped up against his arms. Tomes were stuffed full of other bits of paper, and his hurried nature certainly matched the organisation of the material. He had been ushered out of the Institute's library as it was closing time, but Veigar obtained what he needed for his studies and nightly reading. Shuffling with his metal replicated legs the yordle whisked himself back toward his own dorm and study area within the walls. Surely it was suicide giving the malicious yordle information at his fingertips, but the reading material was rather tame and relevant to his occupation as a champion.

After being summoned that day, he was eager to return back to his dorm and relax in his chaotic, yet somehow organised mess of study material. The books coupled under his arm were the latest editions about the night sky and findings about the universe. The mage's dorm was seemingly unkept, but there was no dirt to be found. Everything was in its right place.  His desk was cluttered, and he landed the reading material on top on the seat of the chair, ready to be organised for tonight's study session.

Even after his imprisonment in Noxus, Veigar didn't ever lose his study habits. Information was power. He had to be ready for anything. History often tells of the future, and magic can be perfected through reading spells. Before he went to organise his collections, he collapsed at his bed, lying half on the bed, half off, exhaling deeply.

There was a knock on the door, with another sigh he pushed himself off the bed and went to see who it was. In his efforts to get his materials inside he had forgotten to lock the door, while it was closed. The yordle kept his ears perked just in case he had to determine who it was.

It seemed likely to be her. A smirk subtly rose, but faded before he opened the door.

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[ask-viagra]

Dance with me

Veigar considered himself a yordle of great taste. He had an affinity for more formal dress, having one of his suits being the chosen wear for himself even in battle. His regular hat has been taken again by his love, which he had started to get used to, but this was not an event that he would have worn it anyway, and he didn’t take into consideration that she might wear it.

He had stood in front of his wardrobe for some time, carefully running his fingers along the different pieces of formal wear in his collection. The mage was dressing to impress, in particular a certain purple yordle. Classical black was the choice, outfitted with matching waistcoat and a dark blue bow tie. Patting the dress suit down he closed the doors of the wardrobe, realised he would be late at this pace, and made haste to collect his belongings, even dismissing a matching staff to go with his suit.

He arrived and he could hear the bustle. Truth be told, he liked these events. There was class, which he did not see much of in his time in the institute. The participants, most less than worthy of his time were putting him off, but he waltz in to find the rooms busy with activity. Ignoring the temptation to listen in on tipsy gossip - potential blackmail material and lavishly laid out food. The yordle sook out the company of his closest, Lulu. It was hard navigating at his height.

Where on Runeterra could she be, though?

letsuseallthecolors

[ask-lulu]

All fun and games | Lulu and Veigar | AU

[ask-lulu]

Lulu continued to sit in silence, the party going on outside. Maybe she actually was forgotten about. Perhaps she could escape, sneak out of the closed space and flee to the safety of her friends.. There was suddenly a blast of light, and another yordle thrown in. She couldn’t quite see him very well, due to the sudden switch from darkness to light to darkness again. A groan and a jumble of words escaped the other. That voice…

The sorceress narrowed her eyes, leaning in to get a better view of her ‘partner.’ Oh no. Oh no.

Her heart began to beat fast, and her face began to tint pink.

It had to be him. It just had to be him. Lulu stuttered, biting hard on her lip. The girl pushed back against the little corner she was in, eyes widening.

"V-Veigar!? Y-You’re…" She squeaked out, reaching out towards him. He wasn’t quite her ‘friend…’ although, she had a huge admiration or crush on him.. whatever it was referred to.

"You’re my partner for this game..?" She asked quietly, her reach becoming an attempt to help him up.

“‘EY YOU TWO! WE AIN’T LETTIN’ YA OUT TILL— HIC— YE GOTTA START SMOOCHIN’!!”

Lulu grimaced at this comment. Hell, she was happy that her first kiss would be the mage, but.. not like this..

"M-Misery.. you said.. Erm.. Ah.. I don’t know.. How.." She stumbled over her words, quietly whimpering. "D-Do you just wanna..start..?"

Lulu looked at him curiously, eyes wide, full of fear or curiosity.

[ask-viagra]

It didn’t take his eyes long to adjust to the light, but even he wasn’t sure if he was seeing right. Lulu? She was an item of his interest and a reason why he had come in the first place. He was curious about her. There was just something about the yordle that got him into a mess and he was determined to find out if she was using some sort of magic to make him feel strange. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, but a foreign one at that. He had a reputation to keep up, and he wasn’t going to let some purple haired girl get in his way.

She is really pretty though.. The mage’s face visibly screwed up over that comment to himself, he looked extremely confused for a second. He did have time for this! Why didn’t he leave sooner? He snapped back. He ignored her reach to help him, instead he was met with his hand tingling. What was going on?

"My apologies." He whispered back. "I’m not sure how this game works. Nor do I want to play. Do I win anything at the end?" He groaned, trying to keep his eyes off her, instead staring at the light filtering in from the door frame. His yellow eyes did dart back to see the other yordle’s curious eyes, He couldn’t help himself this time and his jaw lowered down a little bit and his pupils filled his eyes. He ran his paws over his face anxiously.

Mentally he slapped himself and coughed lightly to himself, as if something in him was telling to act cool, biting down on his tongue. Why did he need to though? Was was this sorceress doing to him? He kept looking down, and he felt his breathing start to go on him. What was this trickery? Surely he was immune to their games. Surely he was immune to this.

Was this…? No it couldn’t be. Surely he didn’t want to give into the outside drunks’ games. Kissing was not something he wanted.. He looked up again, his gaze meeting with her green glow.

I guess kissing wouldn’t hurt…

[ask-lulu]

All fun and games | Lulu and Veigar | AU

Every yordle, every single yordle crammed into one tiny house. Tristana’s house, nonetheless. It was nice, but eventually as parties go, some get drunk. Thankfully, Lulu is not falling under that category. She stared uncomfortably at the ground, not acknowledging all the various flirts being slung at her. Spin the bottle was attempted, and went poorly since those who were chosen were too drunk off their asses to properly kiss.

So, they moved onto another game. Yordle pairs being sent in and out of the closet.. with Mixed results. Either they were covered in bruises, saliva, or they were in the process of uncovering themselves. Lulu didn’t particularly care about who was being pushed into the closed space, she was far too busy staring at—

"Lulu!" A voice shouted, causing the sorceress to perk up. Lulu looked to the source, seeing her friend— Tristana. "You’re up!" She grinned, waving her cup in the air slightly— who knew what was in there.

"Oh.. Er.. I’m not..playing.." The girl mumbled. She squeaked, feeling herself grabbed by the Gunner, along with Poppy.  "Don’t be silly! it’ll be fun! Loosen up a lil’ bit, eh?" 

Lulu didn’t have the time to respond before she was suddenly slung into the darkness, door slamming behind her. “Oh dear..” She mumbled, pushing herself back against the wall, feeling around with her fingers. She was alone, good…

Wait, no. That wasn’t good!

If there was any light, a concerned expression was plastered over her face. She couldn’t just..give her first kiss away! It had to go to someone special! Lulu pulled her legs in close. Ears flattened, the sorceress stayed silent, awaiting to see who her partner was. 

"Just…seven minutes.." She mumbled. "It’s just a game, all fun and games.." Lulu quietly whimpered, keeping her gaze locked on the door— hoping it would be someone who wasn’t intoxicated. 

[ask-viagra]

The party was terrible, boring, and not enough alcohol was entering his system fast enough to numb out what was going on. He had managed to stay low in the corners, observing the others. He was overdressed for the whole event, poor judgement thinking that he was actually going to an actual party. He was met with pathetic games and crummy tasting sugary alcohol which wasn’t strong enough to subdue the dark yordle.

He hadn’t participated in any of the games, thankfully, and he was starting to think about slipping out. Why he had stayed for so long was beyond him. His patience was waning thin and he was tiring of playing observation. Getting out wasn’t that easy though, he had to go past crowds of games and tipsy yordles. Plus there were more outside.

Screw it, he thought. And he slowly but surely made his way near the back door, not exchanging any glances with anyone. His paws on the door handle, before he was jolted back. By the party host herself, Tristana. Well shit. He gritted his teeth, trying to ignore what she had to say. Something about a game. It’ll be fun… famous last words. He groaned silently to himself as he was dragged by the gunner, only to be cheered on by others and shoved along the way.

Oh no. Oh no. He groaned again, this time a lot louder. There was a closet in front of him. He had heard about this stupid game. He struggled to get away, ‘noes’ dying to being shoved inside the small space. He hit against the back of the wardrobe loudly. Was there someone already in here? His eyes hadn’t quite adjusted. He collapsed in a heap on the floor, his tipsy body refusing to co-operate. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up, not even looking at his ‘wardrobe partner’.

"Ugh. Just end my misery already." He sighed.

[ask-lulu]

What a lulu themed drink thats not purple!? How will I taste purple now!

Lulu grins, wiggling her eyebrows. “Only Veigar knows the taste purple.~”

[ziggs-the-yordle-deactivated201]

"CAN YOU LET US FORGET THE SLEEPOVER"

[ask-lulu]

"Your fault!" She puffed out her cheeks, crossing her arms.

[ziggs-the-yordle-deactivated201]

"My fault? What was I supposed to do? Make a ‘no tasting purple’ sign?" He asked, annoyed. They had no decency

[ask-lulu]

"You invited us to a sleepover! And then not only that, you hogged all the snacks!"

[ziggs-the-yordle-deactivated201]

"It was a group sleepover since it was one of the first times we had met up in ages. You were too busy with Veigar and Rumble was drooling over this horrific robot film"

[ask-viagra]

'Imma let you finish, but Pacific Rim was one of the best mech movies of all time.”

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"I'm not surprised someone like you picks your nose." He smirked, grinning deviously. "Good thing I keep tabs on my blackmail material." The mage taps away a unflattering photo of Jinx into his robe collar.

Jinx looked at the small yordle with her finger still in her nose. “It itched, okay?!” She folded her arms stuck her tongue out. Jinx blinked a few times after, “Wait, blackmail?!” She yelled. 

tiny-master-of-evil

[ask-viagra]

"Oh. Nothing really." Veigar chuffed, flexing his gauntlets, and then folding his arms as well. "Lucky for you I don’t give it out easily. It’s always good for a laugh though." He chuckled dubiously, his eyes narrowed in a smart-arse way. Surely he was having too much fun with a close up picture of the wanted criminal with her finger stuck in the pits of her nose.

[ask-lulu]

"Is this you?" The mage held a small portrait that pictured a young purple haired yordle in his hands. It had to be centuries old, it was caked in dust and grit, and the paint was flaking off in parts. Veigar wondered how such a thing survived the past. He looked at it, puzzled.

"W-where did you.." She reluctantly took the picture, visibly shaking as she looked down at it. "I…it was so long ago.." She rasped, bringing her hand up to feel her own hair. It was much shorter in the picture. Lulu gripped the strands just before her whole body began to shake. Tears fell and hit the photo, if Veigar was looking

[ask-lulu]

A small hiccup escaped her, eyes wide and full of sorrow as she stared up at the Mage. “I… I can’t help but miss ‘em..” She whispered, eyelids lowering, pupils fixated on the ground now. “It’s been so many years… I often debate whether or not to try and find a way to return..”

Then her voice croaked, the shaking beginning to increase. “But I can’t leave.. I can’t leave you.” She mumbled, pulling Veigar close. She moved her head so her chin rested just above his shoulder, pressing her cheek against his.

[ask-viagra]

Veigar felt a pang of guilt as she spoke. It was almost like he was holding her back from something, and he felt terrible. His eyes dropped low into his eyelids squeezed tightly in a sense of anguish. The mage was too selfish to say anything though, he couldn’t afford to suggest anything, he couldn’t afford a chance for her to lose him. It was all too much and a deep shudder, probably obvious to Lulu, wrecked down his spine. As the tremble of his faded, he entangled himself tightly again the sorceress. He pressed his chin down into her shoulders, still grasping at her hair, though now he was just clutching at it nervously.

It was a little too much thinking about it all. She had thought about leaving. There was something twisted in him that refused to let that go, he couldn’t let her go either. An anxiety that could be seen in his eyes, but he still had them shut. The lids had loosened now. Veigar felt the picture loose in his hands now, as if he was going to drop it, but he managed to slip it upwards into his palm, but the edges of it inflicted a paper cut. Not that would stop him from holding her.

[ask-lulu]

"Is this you?" The mage held a small portrait that pictured a young purple haired yordle in his hands. It had to be centuries old, it was caked in dust and grit, and the paint was flaking off in parts. Veigar wondered how such a thing survived the past. He looked at it, puzzled.

"W-where did you.." She reluctantly took the picture, visibly shaking as she looked down at it. "I…it was so long ago.." She rasped, bringing her hand up to feel her own hair. It was much shorter in the picture. Lulu gripped the strands just before her whole body began to shake. Tears fell and hit the photo, if Veigar was looking

[ask-viagra]

Veigar’s heart clenched as he saw his love well up with tears and quiver before him. He stood there briefly, looking down at where the picture was clasped in her hands and the mage’s face turned from puzzlement to a deep worry. He tilted his head to examine the picture before he stepped forward, taking the picture from her and pulling her close, holding the picture behind her, his arms wrapped around her shoulders. The yordle pressed his nose against hers. “I can’t replace your family.” He whispered. “It won’t make you feel better, I know, but our friends, and you, are all I have.." He closed his eyes, exhaling softly, unclasping one hand from the picture to gently stroke her hair, running his fingers gently through the strands.

"You won’t be alone as long I’m here. I won’t leave. I promise."

[ask-viagra]

The yordle jumps in the other's back. "Hey you!" She squealed, hugging Veigar tightly.

Veigar jolted forward, nearly falling over as the other yordle jumped on him from behind. Recognising Lulu’s voice a smile appeared on his face in between the sudden shock. “Hello!” He chirped happily at the other Lulu, turning around to hug her properly. “I never know how so many of one person appear all the time.” He laughed nervously. “I mean, it’s weird enough seeing another me, let alone another you.” The yordle was always confused at such matters but Lulu, in no matter what ever form or particular person she seemed to be she was usually happy to see him, and likewise for him. He broke away from the hug to adjust her hat, which had lopsided slightly from her hug attack. “There we go.” The mage grinned as he looked up at her hat.

[sorceress-lulu-deactivated20150]

"Oh.. I haven’t been.. pranking much as of late, now that I think about it.." She said, putting some fingers on her chin in a thoughtful way. "I’ve been meaning to do it on some of the other yordles, but nothing has really come to mind..!" She said. "Yes! Some help is much needed!" She said with a grin. "Now.. any ideas? I’m feelin’ pranky!"

[ask-viagra]

"Hmm." The mage hummed, his eyes darting into the corners of his eyelids with his face scrunched up. He slung his arm over Lulu’s shoulder, leaning on her slightly, trying to act ‘cool’ and flattened his other hand out, pointing to an imaginary horizon. "Here’s what you got to do." A mischievous grin appeared on his face, cat like eyes aglow. He leaned in closer. "You like baking right? Let’s not prank some yordles for a change. What if we prank someone.. like.. hmm. Caitlyn? Morgana? They like baking. Maybe even Pantheon." His grin closed into an almost creepy malicious smile as he looked away, pleased at his idea. The smile shrunk, but his brows rose.

"I mean, we’re both quite talented magic wielders. I’m sure we can set off something hilarious!" His arm released away from the sorceress, and he strut forward, head high, excited for his plan. "What do you think?" He spun to face Lulu again, his smirk appearing again.

[thresh-the-chain-warden-deactiv]

"It’s actually pathetic, really… all this advice I’m giving out to win the puppeteer’s heart, and he trusts only one person fully. He has grown too cynical and… torn." 

[ask-viagra]

"They are all broken in some way, some more than others. Winning affection is a twisted and awkward thing. Fear, however, never dies."

[thresh-the-chain-warden-deactiv]

"It’s a sad thing to see, actually… and to realize that even he has provided me with a better afterlife. I suppose he doesn’t need or require affection, just wanted by another, or to know that one day, he can be the first pick.

Broken does not mean that you cannot piece back the shards of the heart, Veigar… it’s just a bit more… difficult as even those shards crash again.”

[ask-viagra]

"Even I can’t resist the risk behind all this.. foolishness. I know the risks, so does she, but she fears it more than anything. It’s as if she’s unable to let herself like someone without destroying herself in the process. I guess a soul doesn’t like to be left alone.." The mage shuddered lightly. "Perhaps she thinks it’s better to be alone. I can do little to convince her otherwise." Veigar squinted and looked away from the warden, in thought.

"Perhaps she thinks romantic affection is more evil than I am." He mused.

[ask-viagra]

The Dreamstate

[ask-kayle-the-judicator]

"Oh, Veigar, wait—" She approached the little one cautiously, carefully — she was not certain if this is an actual dream. Her face lightens up as soon as she saw Veigar, because even though they were not close, still, it was someone familiar.

"I’m sorry, have I hurt you?" A hand reaches out to him. She had already taken note of Quinn’s presence behind her, and calls out, "Come here with me. It’s better if we’re together here. Unless you want to wander around first."

Her attention returns to the little one, as she helps him up. “I’m sorry. I’m… I’m not exactly certain if this is actually a normal dream. As far as I can tell, it’s different. Might be another one of those summoner pranks, you know?”

Kayle dusts off whatever dirt that had adhered itself on her dress, and stands up, looking around. The environment seemed like a ruined painting — the colors a bit too bright, the scenery somehow too unrealistic, still… it felt oddly mesmerizing.

It’s probably part of the magic, or the dream. Either way, it seemed like a death trap. Kayle may be in her sleeping dress right now, but that doesn’t mean her battlefield instincts have gone to sleep, too. 

"You know… dream magic exists." She turns to her companions. "It’s just a theory, but… what do you think?"

[ask-quinn-valor]

"Don’t ask me." Quinn sighed "I don’t know the first thing about magic." She spoke up as she walked toward the other two, looking around. "It’s pretty though." She smiled.

Looking at the two she felt a slight pang of embarrassment, she was dreaming she knew that but still she felt very…under dressed to be around two other champions she had barely spoken to.  Another strange thing, usually her dreams had her wearing something other than what she fell asleep in. She was lucky enough she supposed, that she wasn’t one to sleep naked. Still she felt a cool breeze run through her body, boyshorts and a loose tank top were not the warmest.

"So…assuming that you two aren’t just part of my dream trying to confuse me and that it really is both of you…" She trailed off, not quite able to make sense of this. "Our dreams somehow…got linked? Is that something that happens often?"

She looked at Veigar warily, he hadn’t seemed like the most approachable person when she was awake and the fact that he conjured up his staff only made her think that probably transferred over to his dreams as well.

"Put that thing away, why in the world would we want to hurt you?"

[ask-viagra]

The yordle did not pay much attention to Kayle’s question but scoffed instead. “No, not at all.” He said, almost calmly. The mage pondered at the thought of dream magic, it wasn’t something he was overly interested in, due to it’s unpredictable nature. His fingers ran along his face before they dropped, focusing his gaze at the Demacian scout.

"Fine." Veigar lashed verbally at Quinn. The staff in his hands disappeared into a plume of darkly coloured dust. She was correct in some way, in theory he could not be hurt by them outside of the fields, but he still felt strangely wary, but even inside his dreams he had to be on alert. Phantom pains from dreams were not pleasant. The chaos of his mind leaked into this state often. Demons of the past did not leave him alone at the best of times. "Of course it’s me." He snapped, shortly after his staff faded, folding his arms tightly against his chest, pressing down the loose sleeping robes onto his fur.

"Dream magic." Veigar scoffed. The yordle’s gaze drifted into the distance, observing the colours that were far too vibrant to be real. It almost felt like he was seeing what Lulu described the Glade to be like. He however, never had any desire to go to that place. It was far too.. strange, almost dangerous, to be there. His mind wandered a little thinking about if she ever would return there, but he shook it off and wiped his hand down his face. "I suppose it’s a possibility." He added, darting his eyes between the two. "But why would it be you. Why me? We have little in common.”

He swiped away the idea of an omen. What would the women even mean if it was some sort of premonition anyhow? Did they form any significance to him somehow? He didn’t wait long until speaking again. “I suppose we should stick together. Just in case this is just some summoner trick.”