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musicalredhead:

“Ah-” He chuckles softly as he shook his head. “You flatter me, milady. But I have to decline. I’m still leagues behind Lady Buvelle’s caliber, but thank you, nonetheless.” Alexander smiles cocking his head towards the voice.

“Might I know who I’m talking to? I asked my producers but they tell me you wished to remain anonymous. But well- I can’t help myself but ask.”

         “You are way too modest, my dear. You are P E R F E C T if you ask me. No way you’d be leagues behind Lady Buvelle.”

The emerald orbs watched the blind singer. Somehow, she felt ashamed of not stating her name, but she didn’t want the man to get bitter. After all, he was Demacian and she was Noxian. Even when he asked, the young brunette glanced away.

        “I think it would be better if I remained anonymous for now. I am a very complicated woman and I do not wish to start any arguments, besides, I wanted to ask you an important question - Would you like to have a glass of champagne with me? I am interested in your path of singer.”

The compliment had him blushing, his fair skin easily matching the shade of his hair, his freckles almost vanishing entirely because of it.

musicalredhead:

Alex pulls his hand slightly out of reflex and relaxes and keeps his arm in place, brushing his finger tips against Valor. Hearing the whistle and how the bird just flies off. It must be a command. He leans back into his seat

“Well, you never know. I’m more of a dog-person, birds aren’t my forte. Some song birds have rather beautiful songs though.” He taps around, finally feeling the brown bag that had fallen over, tipping the crumbs into it, dusting his hands with quick pats.

He hears the series of uh- bird noises and he wonders. “Does he sing?”

Quinn smiles. “Well, depends on what you call a bird song. Usually he just whistles, screeches, and peeps – there’s not much else an eagle can do. They don’t need the variety that songbirds have. Valor is a little like a dog in how I have to care for him and train him, but obviously he is avian, not canine.”

Valor pushes his nose closer to her and nips at her clothes, peeping more - his hungry chirps. “Oh all right…” she mutters, then turns to the stranger. “Howe would you like to try your hand at feeding him? He seems to like you.”

musicalredhead

“Ahh. I kind of understand now. Where those commands like the whistle you did? How did that go..” He paused for a moment, and mimics the two toned note. He smiles, a bit proud of himself for still knowing how to whistle, he doesn’t remember the last time he ordered Recon around like that.

Currelis chuckled and nodded to himself. “Well it seems that it was good coincidence that we would cross paths.” He spoke as his ‘eye’ flickered and observed the city around them.  “Well, shall we begin our tour? Or perhaps you have some questions?”

“Yes.” He agrees with a laugh. “I seem to meet the kindest people in my travels.”

Honestly, the male’s singing voice was one of the most pleasant things the Noxian woman ever heard. How could he not be so popular as Sona Buvelle? She didn’t understand. She was fan of the Demacian woman’s music, yet at the same time, she disliked her very innocent attitude. This man was charming and what was interesting about him was his handicap. The woman just came in his dressing room to tell him how wonderful he was and offer him some sponsorship, but usually, everyone was staying away from the Noxian temptress for a reason.

        “Good evening, Alexander. The songs you performed were very beautiful and I had to come here to praise you. In all honesty, I’d say you are a lot better than Sona Buvelle, because you have both charms and the strong voice. Delightful to listen.”

“Ah-” He chuckles softly as he shook his head. “You flatter me, milady. But I have to decline. I’m still leagues behind Lady Buvelle’s caliber, but thank you, nonetheless.” Alexander smiles cocking his head towards the voice.

musicalredhead:

spymaster-of-zaun:

“Fair enough. Though I wouldn’t consider the city atmosphere to be too ‘inspiring’. Then again this is rather commonplace for me.” Currelis replied.

“I certainly hope you haven’t come alone or without some experience of the place. “ The spymaster added.

“Well, I won’t know til I try. Slowly ticking off my bucket list of places to visit. Pretty much hitting two birds with one stone.” Alex shrugs, a small smile on his lips.

He leans his head to the side ”I travel alone usually, sometimes I bring my guide dog, but I don’t want to put her through long trips. I worry about her health.” He frowns softly, as his grip tightens around the white walking stick. Recon was an old dog, how old was she, almost 10? but whether she was a pup, or in her prime. Alex would always worry.

Currelis quirked a brow as his ‘eye’ flickered. “Ah it is well to care for a companion. I’m sure she does well to keep you on track. Perhaps I can assist in your trip instead. I am rather well versed.” The ‘eye’  wandered as the spymaster paused a moment before realising he hadn’t even introduced himself.

“I’m sorry, I should have introduced before making such an offer. I am Currelis Zaevik, Ambassador of Zaun.”

He begins to laugh, “Yes, that would’ve been wise. It’s a pleasure to meet you Ser Currelis.” He places a hand on his chest as he bows. “Alexander Vautier, uh- Dean of Demacia’s College of Magic.”

Valor cocks his head to one side. Quinn never feeds him crumbs or seeds or anything of that sort, and he doesn’t believe it to be food, so he doesn’t take any. He peeps at the sound of his name, though, and unashamedly presses his head into the man’s outstretched hand. 

Of course, Quinn isn’t far off, and she comes a few moments after, whistling a two-toned note. The eagle promptly flutters from Alexander’s hand to Quinn’s gauntlet, where he peeps, chirps, and whistles to his master, content.

“He doesn’t eat crumbs, you know,” she tells the redheaded stranger. “He’s an eagle, not a sparrow.”

musicalredhead

Alex pulls his hand slightly out of reflex and relaxes and keeps his arm in place, brushing his finger tips against Valor. Hearing the whistle and how the bird just flies off. It must be a command. He leans back into his seat

“Well, you never know. I’m more of a dog-person, birds aren’t my forte. Some song birds have rather beautiful songs though.” He taps around, finally feeling the brown bag that had fallen over, tipping the crumbs into it, dusting his hands with quick pats.

fuck i owed you a starter didn’t I

“Fair enough. Though I wouldn’t consider the city atmosphere to be too ‘inspiring’. Then again this is rather commonplace for me.” Currelis replied.

“I certainly hope you haven’t come alone or without some experience of the place. “ The spymaster added.

“Well, I won’t know til I try. Slowly ticking off my bucket list of places to visit. Pretty much hitting two birds with one stone.” Alex shrugs, a small smile on his lips.

Alexander sits quietly. It was a slow day for the musician and he just sits content out in the open. Listening to the birds song. He hums along, amused that the birds follow his tune as he tosses a couple of crumbs out. Sometimes he couldn’t tell that he had them under his spell already. At least until a loud cry rang through the air. It was iconic. A sound he wasn’t likely to forget. The sound of a Demacian Eagle. And there was only one he knew of that existed. He hears the rustle of feathers land nearby and all the other birds that sang with him flew away.

It wasn’t unusual someone would pay a lot for a private meet and greet. At least for large scale musicians like Lady Buvelle. But for Alex’s caliber, this would be a first.

musicalredhead:

spymaster-of-zaun:

musicalredhead:

spymaster-of-zaun

“Good day ser, Is there anything I can help you with?”

Currelis’s ‘eye’ flickered as it observed the man before him. “Apologies, I think I may have mistaken you for someone familiar.” He said  as he pondered in thought. He could have sworn he knew of this man, but the name escaped him.

“Then you must know another of my kind. Us gingers are a dying breed I’m afraid.” Alex begins to laugh softly, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth.

“”But in all honesty, I’m guessing you’ve seen one of my posters?”

He chuckled quietly as his eyes seemed to flicker in realization at who he was. “Axton. You’re quite the performer out in Demacia. I have seen your posters, but not your show.” He replied. “I’m rather surprised to find yourself out in this part of Valoran.”

He’s pleasantly surprised hearing his stage name, most of his performances in Demacia, even if advertised as Axton. Everyone knew who he was, and always referred to him as Alexander or Alex. Perks of nobility, he supposed.