Jinx clung onto Ezreal as he fell, giggling hysterically the whole way down. ❝ Woah! That was fun! ❞ She peeked over his head towards the chasm, her wild eyes full of excitement. ❝ Don’t wanna fall the whole way down, though, now do you? Looks preeeetty dangerous! ❞ That fall would definitely kill him. Lucky for him that she was atop him, preventing him from slipping down there!

She didn’t move when he tried to get up, shifting herself to be more comfortable instead. ❝ Money? Drugs?? ❞ Jinx snorted at that. ❝ I don’t want your stuff! ❞ Jinx reached down to pinch his cheek. ❝ You’re so cute, do you think I’m trying to rob you? ❞ She laughed at that, finding it hilarious.

It felt like the most exciting day June has had since coming to Special Forces, the alliance with Piltover, a scientifically and magically advanced city, from a Realm they yet knew little of. Most vitally of all for the young experiment, there came an opportunity she thought she’d never have:

June is collaborating with another scientist!

It was something her handlers discouraged, they always said that she was smart enough to do most of everything by herself, by any means necessary. Not this time, this required Runterran knowledge, and a new mind to work with. She was to meet Piltover’s finest, and she straightened out her military jumpsuit as he arrived.

She’d never seen another scientist dressed like him, so elegantly, so beautifully. Her eyes softened with awe, though she knew it was rather illogical of her to comment on his appearance, as handsome as he may be.

June was introduced to Viktor by her man handler, Dr. Erwin Dettwiler, a dull looking man who always threateningly loomed over her. ‘Great Thinkers Initiative, Project Aristotle, Subject 6... June.’ Calling her by her full experimental designation to dehumanise him in her eyes. She meekly stepped towards him, this small, tired thing, with bright blue-green eyes, fiddly hands and a slightly hunched posture.

“I-I look forward to our collaboration, Viktor.” She muttered out, the man in the white lab coat clearly looking distastefully. ‘June represents the best of Earth’s scientific advancement. I severely hope she will not... Disappoint.’

Vladimir’s grip is chilly, gilded and forceful. He could simply ask for the grand general’s attention, but Vladimir has always preferred a physical approach. When he forces the big Noxian back against a wall and tilts his chin upward, pressing his mouth to the man’s throat, Vladimir has achieved his goal.

“I’m listening,” growls Swain.

“Are you?” The hemomancer’s lips move like the whisper of butterfly wings against the general’s exposed flesh.

“You have my full attention.”

Ekko hadn’t been expecting Ezreal to respond so enthusiastically to his touches and he certainly had not been ready for the pretty Piltovan blond boy’s grasp on his chin. Their lips meet again, but this time with more force and purpose. It seems Ezreal has decided what he wants and Ekko’s arms wrap tightly to give that to him.

Viktor has surprising strength for a man with a bum leg and a terminal illness. His hand on Jayce’s chest puts the Piltovan on his rear-end in a chair. The back of it rattles the table behind him. He opens his mouth to protest, shifting forward to stand when Viktor invades his space, using his cane expertly to toss aside one thigh. Strong, nimble fingers close about his jaw and force his attention upward. Jayce’s heart thumps hard in his broad chest as Viktor leans down and whispers something absolutely obscene into the kiss that closes the heated gap between their mouths.

'Happy Crystal Rose Celebration.

Know you aren't a sweet man, so I bought some other exotic treats.'

-Talon

The biggest mystery is how the assassin had gotten in and out of the heavily-guarded barracks, past every guard, and into the commander’s windowless quarters. Darius wonders if he should remove some of them, elevate others, shuffle his command structure. But no, Talon Du Couteau is just thatgood. It is part of the reason the gruff soldier has come to appreciate him… maybe even to love him, if such a man is capable.

He doesappreciate the consideration. Sweets have never caught his fancy, but whatever is in the box is sure to eclipse anything sugary. Talon, for all his strangeness, has excellent taste.

"Best I can do."