[ You know, with everything that happened between them, the fact that somehow he could manage to get her to feel things—things she wasn't even aware of—it was embarrassing. Luxanna Crownguard, the Lady of Luminosity, the light of Demacia, a source of hope for the people, reduced to a trembling, emotional teenage girl time and time again. It was laughable! He must think her a bit of a crybaby by this point.
The infallible, vivacious and determined young woman who others sought out for strength, she always seemed to stumble and cry around him. The woman who felt things so intensely, yet kept it all to herself. Who was afraid to let anyone see the darkness that threatened to strangle the color from her life.
He could see through that, couldn't he? Was it the same for him as well? Was that why he made her cry so readily? When she thought that she had cried away all her tears, ripped from her home by her own father and mother to "study," cursing the world, her fate, her duty, every damnable thing about her name, her title, the so-called greatest honor of Demacian nobility... The greatest honor, the greatest honor. Become a tool for crown and country, throw your humanity away in the name of Demacia, and serve the greatest country in all of Runeterra.
But she wasn't a tool, wasn't a weapon. Here he was, to remind her that she was still human.
She wasn't sure if she hated it or loved it.
The world that was no longer black and white, but painted with every color in-between, a world that was terrifying and strange, wonderful and horrifying.
A world with people she was afraid to lose, that she could see even when she closed her eyes, glowing and good and real like the rising sun. A world where she was afraid to die, where she had been told, again and again, again and again, again and again that it was the greatest honor to serve crown and country. To die a Hero's death. To be glorified; a sword, a shield, a staff for the state! Only cowards fear death.
It was all right to be afraid of death. That was part of being human too, wasn't it? Then call her a coward, she didn't care. Here, in this moment, she never felt more alive.
And it was terrifying.
She was human. She was flawed, capable of feeling, seeing, experiencing, even if the thought scared her. But so was he. The man who had been told since Gods knew when that he was a weapon, meant to fight and die and nothing else.
And if he would reject that fate for her, then she would do the same for him. She would show him. They are living things, they could hurt, they could cry... but they could also be strong. Strong for themselves, and strong for each other.
Being able to cry like this, even if it was just a little bit, it felt good. It felt so good. ]
You'll stay with me?
[ She sounded hopeful, even if her voice was a bit raspy. She was still holding back, it seemed. Hopefully he wouldn't mind... ]
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The infallible, vivacious and determined young woman who others sought out for strength, she always seemed to stumble and cry around him. The woman who felt things so intensely, yet kept it all to herself. Who was afraid to let anyone see the darkness that threatened to strangle the color from her life.
He could see through that, couldn't he? Was it the same for him as well? Was that why he made her cry so readily? When she thought that she had cried away all her tears, ripped from her home by her own father and mother to "study," cursing the world, her fate, her duty, every damnable thing about her name, her title, the so-called greatest honor of Demacian nobility... The greatest honor, the greatest honor. Become a tool for crown and country, throw your humanity away in the name of Demacia, and serve the greatest country in all of Runeterra.
But she wasn't a tool, wasn't a weapon. Here he was, to remind her that she was still human.
She wasn't sure if she hated it or loved it.
The world that was no longer black and white, but painted with every color in-between, a world that was terrifying and strange, wonderful and horrifying.
A world with people she was afraid to lose, that she could see even when she closed her eyes, glowing and good and real like the rising sun. A world where she was afraid to die, where she had been told, again and again, again and again, again and again that it was the greatest honor to serve crown and country. To die a Hero's death. To be glorified; a sword, a shield, a staff for the state! Only cowards fear death.
It was all right to be afraid of death. That was part of being human too, wasn't it? Then call her a coward, she didn't care. Here, in this moment, she never felt more alive.
And it was terrifying.
She was human. She was flawed, capable of feeling, seeing, experiencing, even if the thought scared her. But so was he. The man who had been told since Gods knew when that he was a weapon, meant to fight and die and nothing else.
And if he would reject that fate for her, then she would do the same for him. She would show him. They are living things, they could hurt, they could cry... but they could also be strong. Strong for themselves, and strong for each other.
Being able to cry like this, even if it was just a little bit, it felt good. It felt so good. ]
You'll stay with me?
[ She sounded hopeful, even if her voice was a bit raspy. She was still holding back, it seemed. Hopefully he wouldn't mind... ]