@hera1d: i do love a good conundrum.
her head tilts as she maintains eye contact, the red mark on her forehead glinting in the moonlight with the movement of her body. it burns brightly at the tip before it dims once again and that same breath of ghastly grey leaves her lips— and this time anyone can see her lips curl into an easy smile. her body shifts slightly and then with slow and deliberate steps, she begins to traverse along their surroundings, protected by the roof above. `` that so? `` in her head, the memory of her vision grows closer and closer with each step, the next gust of wind has the smoke travelling her way and it stings at the back of her throat. she shows no sign, but the atmosphere is no better. it batters against her skin and demands entry. it strokes along her features, along the length of her jaw and the scar barely hidden by her dress that was not suited for someone like her. it only makes her smile again. `` i offer you a few conundrums, however. which one do you see first? `` the way she offers her truth is the same way she always does: riddled with several lies.
it reminds her of a serpent, curling and curling before it tightens, constricting until its prey gives in. until there was no hope left. fareeda was something worse than a snake, however, she was intelligent. conniving. a strategist who could have the world in utter chaos if she wishes it, but where was the fun in that? piltover has been a setting she's grown quite used to, even if it is in the most twisted way possible. `` one of them could kill you, you know. what a silly little ending that would be. `` she notes, her head turned just enough for viktor to catch the brown of her eyes when she side - eyes them. her words are probing, an underlying question that shall never be answered. she feigns a gasp and turns around to look at him once more. `` should we make this into a game? i bet that'll be much more enjoyable than whatever boring science stuff you have going on. ``
