“It is a pleasure to be here, Lady Laurent” That was not exactly a lie, Demacia was a beautiful nation and she’d never complain about learning more of the world, but she had found that dealing with their nobility was ten times worse than dealing with Piltover’s. There was this scene of self-entitled importance in most of them that grinded her gears.

@duelingfutures​ said: fiora wants to lick her thighs you didn't hear this. :eyes:

[ ♦ ]  — A little bird whispered in her ear about the wishes a certain demacian seems to have & curiously enough, the Matron doesn't feel offended. Instead, the Pale Lady actually chuckles in silent about such bold desire.

lofty positions come with great responsibilities. 

to be the high marshal of demacia is one thing, but also the head of the crownguard household is a whole other ‘ burden ‘, one she has been carrying with pride long years of her life but also, brought her a handful of bitter moments.

decisions she cannot correct. guilt she cannot portray as the symbol of demacia’s iron lady should have NONE of it.

— and yet, she cannot seem to shake the sentiment of guilt whenever the head of the house laurent stands before her. it is well contained, but alas, the fateful decision which changed the girl’s life still haunts her whenever she is around.

❝ you have been spending time with the dauntless vanguard these days, so i have heard. ❞ the tone of her voice should be void of emotions as she directs her attention finally at the visitor, albeit only to raise a questioning eyebrow at the other.

the house of the laurent family was different to the house of crownguard, that was for sure as lux stepped around the hallway. they were both rather large and both could objectively be called beautiful - but the feeling was different. this place felt, hollow, empty even with the housemaids she’d spotted walking around, in between rooms, from time to time. she knew there were people around, and yet, it felt almost hauntingly empty. still, the architecture was enough to have lux feeling curious, but she held that back for the most part, not wanting to appear to be rude. especially since she was staying here temporarily. 

as of right now, she was wandering around, but with a purpose more than simply to look around. she wanted to find fiora, thank her for her generosity, even if her family had likely already extended thanks. in the process, she must have really looked like she was lost or something, as one of the maids had asked if she needed any help. upon their first time conversing, lux had found it a little surprising that the maids were a lot easier to approach than the head of the house herself (and she was a little thankful for that), however, maybe that was more a hint that fiora wasn’t as tough and intimidating as she appeared.

She crosses her arms a little tighter as Fiora comes into view, hissing softly under her breath. She is patient as the duelist comes into view, patient as people crowd around her, patient even as the distance between them forces Sona to simply leave.

She remains patient even when she turns instead to waiting inside Fiora’s chambers. Sneaking in is an easy matter, remaining patient is an easy matter, and yet seeing Fiora’s self-satisfied expression... All her patience runs out. The duelist seems surprised that Sona is here, hiding in the Laurent manor, but Sona is not hiding.

In one motion, she shoves the door closed, and in another, she has ripped off every button across the front of Fiora’s suit. 

“So-!” The ex musician does not listen to any complaints, making a pinching motion with her hands in front of Fiora’s face - ‘Shut up.’ Her nose wrinkles as she does a full turn around, prodding the duelist’s bruised sides. After all, she had not partaken in a duel - she had fought a behemoth and even the proud Fiora is not immune to magic and monsters.

With a firm hand, she pushes Fiora into a seat and begins to redress each wound. Her actions are rough and obstinate, pushing a frothy drink into Fiora’s hands.

“Such worry? For what purpose, Sona?”

‘ Injured. Future duels. Not fair. People. Abuse knowledge. ’ And that was the simple truth. For Fiora’s sake, Sona had to get her back into peak fighting condition - so if she lost, she lost not because of an injury sustained against a monster. It’s hard to convey that idea one-handed, especially when Fiora does not sign well enough, but if Fiora is going to take every honor duel and fight every fight... At the very least, Sona would not let her take that challenge without nursing every bruise, sprain, and cracked bone met at the hands of monsters.