death lotus

Ah. A bitter taste in her mouth, and it’s not from the smoke. Family members call her Kitty on the occasion, and her relationship with them is… strained, at best. And yet, it sounds so much less patronizing coming from Quinn. She’ll let it slide then, even if it’s obvious the intent was malicious. Quinn’s not very good at insults though, from what Katarina can tell. 

“You don’t smoke, I take it? Good. I shouldn’t either. Cripples the lungs. And running’s important for people like us.” That being said, Katarina takes another hit from her cigarillo, holding in the smoke for a moment before blowing it straight up, courteously away from Quinn.

She was being courteous now. How kind. Quinn’s shoulders relaxed with what tension had built because of the smoke being blown in her face. It was weird being this relaxed around a Noxian, but she knew if Kat wanted her dead, she’d already be that or at the very least in the midst of fighting with her. What was weirder was how relaxed Katarina was.

She lets her last sentence hang in the air for awhile. Silence save for the crinkling of burning dried leaves. Long, languid inhales. Breathy, satisfying exhales. She’s never been the best judge of character, but she feels at ease enough next to Quinn. Demacians tend to be too chivalrous– gross, –to pull anything against a non hostile unit anyways. And if Quinn was any exception, Katarina was sure she could take her anyways. 

“Well, if you’re inquiring… How about a smile?” Despite Quinn’s blatantly obvious gestures of protest, Katarina fails to let up on the puff aimed at her. After each leisurely drag is an equally indulgent cloud, blown with precision at Quinn’s face. “Lighten up, bluebird. If we were enemies today, my blade would already be hilted in your throat.” 

An other puff of smoke in the face. How kind. Quin took a few steps to get to the other side of Katarina. At least that way she was upwind from her smoke and it’d likely be harder for her to blow it directly in her face, even if just a little.

“Smart girl,” Katarina gives Quinn a little pat on her cheek before taking the match. She brings the lit tip to her cigar, igniting one end after tucking the other between her lips. Sucking in, she lets the smoke fill her lungs and linger for moment before exhaling a cloud into Quinn’s face. “Lucky me indeed.” 

got a light for me? 

She jumped! The sudden appearance of her sister @du-couteau was never not jarring- she instantly tucked her hair back over her shoulder. Hiding what she had been showing off.

“…..um….. “ What was she to say? That she had exspected herself to be taken advantage of by a vampire? Such childish things- of course she could not tell Katarina that! Her cheeks burned as red as her sisters hair.

She jumped! The sudden appearance of her sister @du-couteau was never not jarring- she instantly tucked her hair back over her shoulder. Hiding what she had been showing off.

“…..um….. “ What was she to say? That she had exspected herself to be taken advantage of by a vampire? Such childish things- of course she could not tell Katarina that! Her cheeks burned as red as her sisters hair.