#fojquinn

After being sent on a mission, Quinn found herself terribly exhausted. Demacia was working her overtime, worried about Political shifts in the system they worked hard to upkeep. None of it was of Quinn’s care or business, but it was her job to serve. 

It was a rare sight to find her lounging around in the institute, but there she was, grooming Valor with the utmost decency and care. If you listened closely you could hear her purring sweet nothings to Valor as if he was a dog. Things such as “Who’s a pretty bird” and “You’re gonna look so good, today!” Nothing you would ever hear her say to another being. 

Evelynn had been gone a long time, disappearing after that fateful evening, with the promise of meeting under the willow tree at sundown. From that moment, the beautiful warrior had never left her mind, haunting her dreams and invading her thoughts with every waking moment. Quinn had done so much for her, given her love, peace, acceptance, and what had she given in return? Tears? No. So she left, without a word, in search of something as powerful as the moment itself. The temptress traveled to the farthest reaches of Runeterra, for the gift in return that would show how much she cared for her warrior. The necklace of Sujima.

The necklace was rumored among those who were as old as she to be the heart of the galaxies, where all stars met in one beautiful embrace, and captured in a crystal as old as the stars itself. The myth was beautiful, however true or untrue, but the stone which was said to reside in the caves of Mount Targon, where the Lunari held it for generations proved challenging for her dexterity and nimbleness. Riddles and rigorous tasks had to be completed, before at last, the stone rested on the pedestal before her. The stone glowed with a black and blue aura, the stars swirling in it like the rumors had foretold. Quinn was the heart of her world, the moon in her galaxy. This, she thought to herself, was a gift worthy of Quinn.

The high heels clicked into the ground furiously, making small indentations in the earth where she strode, until she reached the hill that  stood beside the one with the willow tree. Necklace in hand, she gazed over, and in that moment, her heart, full of butterflies and love, shattered. There stood Quinn, in all her beauty… with another woman. The Spider Queen. The sadness hit her like shards of ice, breaking her heart over and over as she observed them talking passionately over one thing or another. The necklace she held in palm felt like a lie, mocking her. The pain and trials she endured for her, to make her happy… all a lie. No, the warrior had found another woman. The more she looked upon the scene, the more she felt sick- Elise was slender just like her, another woman of the Shadow Isles, with heels like hers… The widow's stomach lurched.

Her fingers wiped away at the toxin that had spilled down her chin before licking the rest of it off. She shuddered at the knowledge of knowing she’d live forever with this beautiful deal that had been placed before her. The Spider God had been generous to give her more than usual as she had brought him a larger number than last time. “Ah, immortality,” she sighed blissfully. Transforming to her spider form she moved along the forest of the Shadow Isles with ease. Everything was peaceful until she caught sound of movement coming towards her. It wasn’t often to hear things skittering around this far from home and so she hid in the shadows of the tree.

Quinn happily approached the Queen while she was on business in Freljord one day. She immediately got down to one knee and said, "Greetings my Queen, how goes your peaceful ruling in Freljord?" Quinn's smile was wide. Valor was perched on her shoulder and bowing as well. She always felt honored that she could be in the presence of someone she found so admirable.

Always the same, it was. These fights -- This war. It all needed to be resolved. As the queen; Ashe was the one, and only person who could do this. She spent days -- months planning out ways she could end this useless fighting, and she was so desperate for the peace that would soon come after her success. Secretly, she knew that Sejuani, nor Lissandra would never listen to reason. It was understandable, everyone had their own point of view -- but that is no reason to start a war. She would change the both of them, regardless of how she did it.

It had been a busy day. The queen had planned for what was to happen next, all that was left was to announce her plan. She went into the city and awaited for her tribesmen, and women to show. Instead, however -- A woman approached, but this wasn't just any woman. A familiar face with a colorful eagle situated on her shoulder. This was an ally whom she had fought with on the fields. While it was nice to see her, and her eagle friend once more, she couldn't help but wonder why she had came here, but that didn't much matter. Ashe looked down at the woman, who was now bowed down to her in such a loyal manner.

Curled in a small ball, the fragile woman clutched her knees with a frailty not associated with someone like her. In fact, the only thing people associated her with was sex. Lots, and lots of sex. Which wasn't exactly not true, but still... She had hobbies outside of being tied down.

Resting her head against her knees, she closed her eyes, letting the last rays of sun sink down below the earth. The warmth was a comfort she seldom enjoyed, but tonight, the Widow Maker was feeling oddly... lost. A feeling that was so foreign to her, she wondered if it even was loneliness, or perhaps just a weird boredom. Loneliness... and... a twinge of... sadness.

Jumping up as soon as the words hit her consciousness, Evelynn let out a low hiss of surprise. These emotions... Not happiness, or coyness, or anything remotely like her, were a burden. But... why these things? Why now? She was content on top of a woman, or a man, but now, with nothing in her fingers but the soft fabric of the silk robe, and the faint kiss of sunlight on her blue cheeks... Emptiness.

Thinking back on her life, shrouded full of mystery and the musky smell of bodily functions, there wasn't time for things people enjoyed. Sure, there was the killing, that sweet look of surprise and red liquid that she adored almost as much as the white liquid...  But she wasn't... whole. Looking to the women in the League, she was always filled with envy, never knowing why, until now. The moment the sun hit her eyes, it was a new world, a new perspective.

Evelynn didn't have friends. She had a lover, who wasn't much of a lover at all, as he slept around more than she did- something impressive for the time. She had no family, no one to lean on when the murders got rough, or to laugh with about men farting in the shower. She never had friends, or connections, or true, real, honest to goodness love.

A translucent tear slipped down her face, going unnoticed, save for the fact that it sparkled, catching that last glimmer of hope off the sun as it sank down. The world was a playground. Full of fun, and play time, and adventure. Something she knew better than most. But... this particular night, and perhaps for some time now... she was alone on that playground. No one to help her on the swings, or the jungle gym... No one to help her when she scraped her knee. No one to hold her and tell her it was okay...

Dashing barefoot through the halls, tears continued down her face, dancing and trickling down her cheeks. The soft padding of her feet made her silent, unknown to the summoners walking by, who only saw the droplets of water on the stone floor. Racing to the garden, Evelynn dashed to the top of the hill that overlooked the vast grounds of the Institute. Leaning against an old Oak tree, her yellow eyes blurred from the tears that stained her cheeks a soft pink.