#incrosada

incrosada:

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Twelve schools of Demacian dueling had been burnt into her mind and carved into her body—and all of them were dominated by forms, names and numbers.

Un, deux, trois, cinq—battre de main, fleche, riposte— don’t lean. Keep your feet apart.

Uno, dos, tres, cinco— desvio, arrebatar, estocada– eyes on your opponent’s body language. Prioritize reach and flexibility.

Uno, due, tre, cinque— denti di cinghale, mezzane— keep your sword free. Grip your sword with knuckles down and palm up.

Ein, zwei, drei, fünf— langort, oberhau, vom dach—place your sword against theirs without touching them. Take control of their blade.

It was very easy to ignore everything else while she was practicing, because all she ever cared for during her sessions was the perfection of her craft, and the condition of her body following every thorough session. All she focused on was the small rubber ball.

It was terribly difficult to find a fencing partner who was not afraid of her, or her family’s reputation. Her father had made up for it by devising clever ways to keep her occupied and on the road towards constant improvement. Her target at the moment was a rubber ball the size of a small coin. She had hung it on a nearby tree in the courtyard, and she was using a weighed rapier with a blunted end to hit it repeatedly.

Precision and grace, her father had always said. And she had been faring relatively well—by her admittedly high standards—when her concentration was broken by a quip from a passing public menace.

At least, that was how she saw Luxanna Crownguard.

An elegant brow cocked in suspicion. Infamous Laurent blue eyes narrowed. What did she mean by it? Was that an attempt at friendship? Since when did a Laurent ever take a Crownguard’s pity?

“It will be even lovelier,” Fiora said with a barely-withheld sneer as she looked to her weighed and blunt rapier in an attempt to make it clear to the Crownguard moppet that she had no desire for conversation. “When you leave.”

As expected, her response held a certain animosity. There were much more important things to attend to, but the Crowguard daughter so seldom conversed with people of her class that she figured he may as well seize this opportunity. Besides, it would be easy to spin together a white lie to cover her rear lest Colonel Freud interrogate her later on.

Turning on her heel the Tactician made for where the Grand Duelist stood poised with her rapier. It appeared she was swinging at nothing, and although stepping closer would’ve given her a better view and allow her to see what it was she was hitting, Luxanna wasn’t stupid enough to walk straight into Fiora’s personal bubble. She stayed a good distance away by another tree, propping herself against the trunk.

“Is that any way to speak to your senior, Lady Laurent?” Luxanna dared to smirk, though she was sure to cover her mouth with a gloved hand so that she would not see--or at least not so clearly. “I am free to do as I choose so long as the time allows. I would like to see your skills up close--though maybe I should wait until you have one of those famous Laurent duels?"

It was difficult for the Tactician to stifle a laugh, both hands now covering her mouth as her shoulders shook. When she settled soon after, she cocked a brow and smiled widely. It crossed her mind in that moment that this may be what it was like to have a younger sibling, since she herself had been in that position although Garen was hardly the one to tease to this extent.

“Wouldn’t that be just wonderful? To see me along the sidelines spectating you as you fight? I’ll be sure to cheer for you when I do attend!”

If there is a trip I could consider taking in the future, it may be one to Demacia if possible.  I would like to learn more about their swordsmanship, I heard rumors of a particular duelist.

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // You’re nice // You’re mean // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

// I am not sure how to feel about that …

I mean, it feels just a little over the top. Fiora is quite the complex character as she is now, adding that to it just … feels a bit too much.

I am flattered you are asking me of this, considering there are Fiora blogs to treaty this with (points at one in particular) rather than me.

But I think you are seeing this wrong. The scandal within the League itself would simply be gossip and tales to spread around, mostly because most of the lower part of the League does not deal with politics. As for the High Councilors, they would simply take this fact in account for future dealings with the Demacian Monarch, but otherwise, Fiora would see no real change in that.

What you -should- have looked at, however, would be the scandal happening -within- Demacia’s walls. Surely it would be one hell of a wildfire - if the King himself, supposedly the paragon of all Demacian models, of virtue and wisdom and strength and etc etc etc, is found out to have sired an illegitimate offspring, assuming out of wedlock, it would certainly make the nobility think less and doubt his word, never mind the population. Do not forget that Demacia is draconian in their rules, morals, traditions, whatever you want to call it - and the King is no exception to this.

If we really want to be drastic about this, whatever opponents the House of Lightshield might have could use this to their advantage to throw down the King and put someone else on the throne - it could be Jarvan, by rule, but politics are finicky like that.

My reasoning stands firm if we take this excerpt from the Lol-Wikia under Demacia:

While many of the Noble Houses have ruled for generations, they are treated as any other citizen under the nation’s strict laws and are not exempt from them. They may even be treated more harshly under the law as they are meant to serve as shining examples of how Demacian citizens should conduct themselves, publicly and privately.

Now, should this conception have happened -within- wedlock with the House of Spiritmight, the shitstorm would be far bigger, badder and vicious overall. 

Then again, that is just my two cents, but I guess that this would be the general opinion about it all.