#edwardemberpants

Crystal seemed rather... reserved as she typically would be. Yet the stings slowly started to ache she long journeyed scars. Even slight discomfort which was.... unusual. Without hesitation this called her to recollect her last prayer. To her savior, is would've be a long while.

To Crystal's dismay she gave a deep sigh.

Looking out window she knew her want for sleep is damn near nonexistant, but their journey only the start of this city she didn't have any fond for. Within the camp ground, she swiftly took silent steps, darting out the window like a gently breeze to be mistaken for as. Quickly landing onto of the cabin-like forms they stayed in.

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Melaine pushed open the bar door and walked inside, heels making no noise even as she walked across floorboards over to the bar where she flashed the bartender a smile and ordered the fruitiest drink they had before turning and scouting the bar. Now where was. . .there he was~ Upon spotting Edward, she turned and grabbed her drink which was now made before she walked over to him. Hips swaying.

She stood to his side and gave him a smile, gesturing to one of the free chairs at his table

The humans like to use the phrase ‘like a needle in a haystack’ to describe something that was lost or hidden among a lot of similar shapes, right? Then what phrase would they use to describe someone in Noxian clothes browsing through a crowded Ionian market? A lance in a haystack? A sword in a stack of needles? 

Janna hummed to herself from her perch in the trees, watching the strange man who seemed to suffer from an astounding lack of survival instincts. What would happen first? Would the Ionian baker woman throw the hot tea at the cloaked man? Would the blade smith eyeing him across the road use one of his forged creations to incite a fight? That was an awful lot of tension in such a small space and the Guardian was staring with rapt focus. 

The cloaked man moved by a stand selling colorful birds as pets. Janna leaned forward. The merchant sneered and pointedly did not approach. The cloaked man lifted a gloved hand. Janna’s eyes widened. She held a breath she did not need. 

Oh. Oh no.

He just gave that bird scritches and it let him. Nuzzled into his hand.

That was too sweet. 

Now she couldn’t just watch until the Ionians decided to forcibly eject him from the market. How could she abandon someone with such a soft spot for birds? 

With a determined look in her eyes, Janna pushed off the rooftop she had been lounging on and darted down to stand behind the apparent Noxian. She could be the temporary Guardian to a mortal, right?

          Drinking. It was her way of numbing the pain. Of forgetting the horrors she had lived through.  It was simple really. Lucifer Morningstar wanted her as his bride. You see, centuries ago, her family had made a deal. They had become the first ever witches to roam the earth. In return, they had sworn that when a daughter born with the power of blood, she would be his. She would have his son. She, would help him take over Heaven and the world below.      

        All that chaos? It was slowly breaking the witch. So, today, much like any other, she found herself drinking away her sorrows. Today, she found herself sitting alone in a bar, wondering if there was any chance that maybe it could all end. Maybe, she could find a way out. Maybe, she could have just one day that didn’t make her want to SCREAM. 

{🌹}; A blush forms on her pale cheeks when her head was raised by the male’s fingers.

They were gentle and caring despite his manly features.

“Always my love.” She said and pulled him into a hug. Giving him a loveing kiss.