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Rough fingers clamped around Jinx’s chin in a daringly thin veil of what little remnants of Ekko’s patience were left. This really wasn’t how the big reveal was supposed to go. Trust Ekko to find some reason to be mad. Didn’t he realise how good this was? A giddy smile split Jinx’s features from where she stood, offering no resistance as she rolled the stone between her thumb and forefinger. The looseness in her shoulders dismissed Ekko’s sudden tension and the threat of a fight.

“Sheesh. Would it kill ya to say thanks?”

He still looked angry. A glint of understanding filtered through Jinx’s eyes as she held Ekko’s gaze. Maybe his first assumption was what had him so riled up.

“Oh, calm down. It’s not the one you got squirrelled away.” Her words softened to something smug- an admission of how she’d really come into possession of something so important. The Firelights needed more of the stones. There had been an opening and Ekko’s trust and priorities were elsewhere. Now he had proof that their prisoner was worthy of trust and that she could pull off a job with high stakes.

It wasn’t really about the stones, was it? If Ekko thought she’d intended harm with them, he wouldn’t have stopped short. They wouldn’t be face-to-face like this in a stalemate. The stones were fetched for the Firelights. There would be no reason to reveal them and show such disinterest in a fight if it was any other way. Despite this, Jinx did not relinquish her prize. Not yet. If ever there was a shot at really getting Ekko to listen, it was now.

Making use of their proximity, Jinx’s hand trailed a deliberate path before slipping into one of Ekko’s pockets. The brief contact of the hex stone was accompanied with slim fingers toying with the concept of dropping it.

It’s a responsibility. Coming to these student exhibits is a responsibility to Viktor. Not in the sense that he will be reprimanded for not coming. But in a sense that if he did not he would feel terrible. He would miss out on the excitement of the students and their ideas. It was always a thrill to see someone’s face light up when he asked just the right question. Or the look of ‘I hadn’t thought of that.’ Viktor wants nothing more than these students to succeed. He wants to see them grow and become something bigger. He was one of them. Technically he still was. He would forever be a student of science, they all would be. 

Not to mention the thrill that was seeing the influence his work, the work of Hextech had on them all. 

Soon the projects became less of what is keeping his interest. It is not that he has seen them all. It is that he has seen a student wander past his resting place at least three times since he had sat down not ten minutes ago. He watches him walk around, making a circuit around the showroom, to the buffet table and back again. 

The other is all too familiar. Not in appearance. Though Viktor has seen him at shows before. But in the way he moves and looks around. The sense of forcing himself to fit in among the crowd. 

He does not know his name. Has not heard anyone speak of him. So he gets up. Catching the man by one of the buffet tables, looking over at him as he reaches for something. 

“Do you have a partner watching your booth?” He asks in curiosity. “I would be interested in seeing which is yours.” Viktor offers a friendly smile, but it is not one that would match the more dazzling, showy smiles of the professors or other students.

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The air was cold this evening. A thin layer of mist had risen from the ground and danced across the plains of Septarsis like delicate silk, picked up by a soft breeze. As the sun sunk behind the horizon, she tinted the land in gorgeous fiery colors. Seth found himself on the wide balcony of his palace, leaning over the balustrade, sucking in the cold, refreshing air of approaching fall. This sight made him sentimental somehow. And for a moment, he allowed himself to take a journey back in time, to a wonderful late summer day in the past. Like the sun disappearing and leaving darkness behind, he slaughtered Solaria on this day, leaving her soldiers headless, panicking. Their screams echoed in his mind and he hummed along to their melody. The same feeling of serenity he felt back then washed over him once more. Inhale. Exhale. What a sensation. The closest thing to inner peace he would ever experience. And if everything went well, his right hand, his best man, would have felt the same excitement.

They came across the waters. Nothing could escape Seth’s perfect sight, not the slightest movement even in front of the dark woods surrounding this beautiful territory of his. Yes, it could only be him. The king couldn’t help but grin widely. The fact that he returned only had to mean good news. Anything else was impossible: he sent his trusty General after all.

Panicked breaths caused the blood-soaked fabric about Moon to shift. Theordeal ended with Kalgor lurching forth following another in a set of bizarreseizures. Claws made short work of ivory skin, soon drenching the queen’sclothes with her own blood before she fell unconscious. The illness had reachedlevels of such volatility that it felt impossible to go mere days without anincident. It wasn’t him. Such actions did not belong to the creature she hadmarried and yet Moon could not see her husband beneath the damaged creaturethat convulsed and collapsed with greater severity by the incident.

Coming to and finding herself in the presence of her trusted bodyguardcame as some reassurance. If Toffee had arrived, then the nurses she had calledfor would no-doubt be attending to Kalgor. The episodes were often over asswiftly as they began and in the instances in which their behaviour was enoughto cause Moon distress, Kalgor was never far from her side. Except for thisparticular occasion.

“He hadanother fit–” The words trembled at the memorythat looped through her head, replaying the vicious sounds leaving herhusband’s mouth as his sickness consumed him.

“It’s never been this bad…” As the shock began to inch itsway deeper beneath her skin, tears welled into Moon’s eyes. The darkness of theroom concealed the extend of the damage done, but as she attempted to sit up alittle more, the harsh sting of torn skin burned in a seething reminder of theclaws that had been there moments before. As both a point of steadying herselfagainst the waves of dizziness and peering past the collection of staff, Moonplaced a shaking hand onto the septarian’s arm.

“…Didhe fall again?” The tentative question rose acrossthe hushed space.

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._.- ♧ Beaten, betrayed by her own mother as darkness had swept over her, clouding her vision, yet that too did not remain. Instead, she awoke somewhere she couldn’t explain, nor identify. Instead of a deep sense of hatred that she should’ve felt, that she tried to feel toward Eclipsa. There was nothing but anguish, only able to feel a sense of longing as deep down she still loved her, didn’t she? This wasn’t fair, this wasn’t right, it was all at her clawed finger tips and had it all just taken away in a moment- just like that.

A flat glare is what the Septarian receives as a response as Moon shakes her head in denial–as if she’s not hugging a toilet bowl for dear life.

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She lost count of how many years it had been.

There was no day and night cycle in this dimension, the only way to keep track of time was simply counting the seconds, minutes, hours. Eclipsa lost track of it within a day. But, knowing what she did now, she would still do exactly what she had done. She had no regrets of what was done, giving up everything for the sake of love and family. The Butterfly royal line, though diverse in personality and beliefs, shared one thing in common: They had a lot of heart, and enough passion to carry out their will.

Solaria raged war against the monsters, Celina pursued knowledge, and Eclipsa had a forbidden romance. There was absolutely no regret, certainly not with falling in love or adopting as many monster orphans as she could.

None at all, except perhaps, the fact that her actions led to her being taken and leaving them all behind. Time passed, and the only thing she had managed to do was free one arm from her glove. Eclipsa was only vagely aware of the outside world, but she had no doubt that nothing will change about her current situation.

Except when it did. When she suddenly found herself out of her crystal priso, gasping for that seet, sweet air. And when she looked up, expecting to see Rhombulus or another High Magic Council member...