#(acceptance...rules)

— SHE OF ALL THAT ILLUMINATED was one of the sights that LeBlanc has never once grown weary of , standing in the shadow of the brightness she radiated with a grin gracing her porcelain features. 

❝ Lone child , my dearest Luxanna … ❞ One leg crossed over the other and the woman found herself entranced , pinned against the back of her parlour chair in pure captivation of the Demacian. Such purity , such … 

Potential.

— HE WALKED INTO HER OFFICE with that same typical stride she had grown accustomed to throughout the years and that certain cockiness in his aura and smile that LeBlanc had frankly wanted to wipe off his very presence ; though it suited him far more than she cared to admit. Despite the hemomancer’s disagreeable tendencies , he was as consequential of a member as any other.

Tenderly , she clasped her hands together. 

— “ You know … ” She begins , dragging her finger around the rim of her teacup “ There are very, very few who have managed to capture my attention for all the years I’ve roamed throughout Valoran in such a manner that I fail to grow weary of ; my darling Thresh you’ve certainly earned my respect with your delicate craft.  ”  

— Her soft, disinterested gaze landed upon the entryway of her parlor moments before the vixen had even arrived, though they suddenly glimmered with life the moment her sights touched Ahri. She was as beautiful as some had described in their novels and fantasies , though quite more ethereal than LeBlanc had imagined. Her sudden appearance was a true pleasure to behold nonetheless. 

— “ All the way to Noxus I see? “ LeBlanc raises a single elegant eyebrow in question, amused at the thoughts flooding her mind on the multiple possibilities for the arrivals of Ionians. It was intriguing, and promised far more than either of them were aware of.