#kayle

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Porcelain Lux - Rose Quartz

Spirit Blossom Kayle - Tanzanite

"DON'T!"

The binding was cast more on instinct than a deliberate choice. The purple fiery chains wrapped around Kayle, shackling her where she stood, forcing her to the ground. Most of the chain links wrapped around the arm holding this accursed sword in a bid to make it immovable.

Morgana had staggered out of the dark like an accursed harbinger, a warning that arrived a moment too late. The two aspects stood in a small hut of clay. Before them sat a sobbing young woman, maybe twenty years of age. She was craddling a swaddled infant in her arms, rocking back and forth. A cracked bowl with a meagre portion of porridge lay beside her. The infant lay as heavy and as still as a rock in the woman's arms. Tears flooded out of her eyes, which looked too large in this emaciated face.

Morgana stared at her sister and urged once more: "Put the sword down, sister. Can't you see the ribs under this woman's robes? Can't you see how spindly her limbs are? How sunken her face is? She has not been able to feed her child for weeks. She's starving too, and she lost herself in that feeling. This act does not need punishment. This delirium is born from despair, not cruelty. She does not deserve death for this deed. Show some compassion, Kayle. A child is dead, and its mother will have to carry the memory of what she has done for the rest of her life."

Her sister always had something for dramatic entrances, in a way perhaps that was something they both shared. Still, Kayle's sword had been merely inches away from the sinner's neck before it was stopped, chains of pure emotion rising from the floorboards and binding her arm with needless feelings.

"Morgana. You know the deal we made, we wouldn't stand in one another's way, and yet you come to me to plead mercy for this sinner? What care I for her weakened frame, for her ailments? She commited a sin, and sins must be punished, no matter the reason behind them" She tugged on her chains, enough to show she was being serious.

If Kayle tried to, she could break out of these bindings, and then Morgana would create stronger ones, and so she'd have to put more force into breaking out of those, and on and on until Demacia was once again a crater. Both wanted to avoid the outcome, and SHE would rarely back down, so it was merely a matter of time before her sister did so...lest Zeffira's tragedy be repeated on her head.

"Come now, if she's starving and hurting then you may find my punishment a mercy, to relieve her of her pain. Let go of me sister, justice must be done, no matter the reasons. A child is dead, the mother is the culprit, the mother shall be punished. Simple as"

Not to call out the writers and the fandom again (ah who am I kidding I get a perverse pleasure), but unironically tying Sylas to Morgana and Lux to "Kayle" is funny in how bass ackward it is.

Sylas is the one with the black and white morality. He's the one that thinks that no matter what the circumstances of what you do, you have to face punishment. He's the one that wants to burn it all down because everything is too far gone to be salvageable

Lux is the one that believes in forgiveness without punishment. Lux is the one that wants to understand where people come from no matter their backgrounds. She's the one who's willing to listen to context. She's the one who believes in the capacity to change for the better without needing punishment.

Lux is tied far more to Morgana

Sylas is tied far more to Kayle

I think these ones are safe-

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"Ooh, Oba you are looking radiant today in your throne, aren't you Kami-Sama~?" She playfully walks up to her then bows deeply, before grabbing her paw and kissing it. "May this lowely acolyte serve you this day?"

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Kayle didn't say anything but is sending her live location nearby. After a few minutes she adds a 'Please come here, good boy'.

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"...why are you in all fours. That cannot possibly be comfortable in that form..." Kayle twisted her head like a bird of prey to see if somehow the new angle changed her opinion...and because she could more clearly see the delination of the muscle she gave a small 'Hm'.

"Ah, yes...I see now...yes I believe you are quite beautiful in your own terrifying way"

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To say that Kayle was surprised to be enjoying her little retreat with such a woman was an understatement. There were so many conflicting emotions, on the one hand the sins of this Piltovian could fill out an entire library causing the revoltion in the angel to rise up as bile on her throat.

...Yet at the same time there was a story in the woman's body that she couldn't ignore. A huntress, a leader, someone with her own code...were those not aspects that Kayle admired? Such conflicting opinions from a single mortal...

It seems this 'Cassandra' must have realized her staring, and in a bold move, had leaned in closer and started to caress her perfect form. With a sneer, but no other movement, Kayle gave her command.

"You will please me. Mouth shut, and hands steady...if you do this right I may deem it worthy to return the favor" And her wings closed around them.