#luxthecrownguard

The recital had been another great success, and she was delighted by the warm welcome she received from the Noxians upon her return. It hadn’t been so long ago that she was a prisoner here, yet it felt like an age ago to the gentle musician. Sona was very conflicted after her time as a prisoner and she was still somewhat in disbelief all that had happened was real. It felt like a work of fiction as the recent memories passed through her mind’s eye. If it weren’t for Maya, she probably would feel like she had woken from a dream. 

Still, Sona felt the events’ affect on her, and the change within herself. She wanted to be in Noxus for now, and wanted to cultivate her magic there. 

The occasional performance was nice too, with a lovely and passionate audience. Already she had many requests to play for private parties of various noble houses, even the enigmatic Vladimir had sent a letter. Maya was thrilled with her Lady’s popularity, and Sona suspected that most of her joy in returning was for a certain eye-patched gentleman. Of course her maid denied it all, swearing loyalty to her Lady but they both knew what resided within her heart.

Sona was glad for her, and let Maya know that she would support her if she chose to pursue a husband. It left Maya in tears and they shared a warm embrace. It also had Sona pondering her own future and if she could find someone to settle down with. She made herself blush when her mind drifted to a particular grey haired man, and could only imagine the most gentle of refusals. She was too young and it would be too dangerous, and he couldn’t afford the distraction. When did her fantasies become so depressing?

She shook her head and looked in the mirror of the washroom. The water was clear and cool in the wash bowl and she scooped some of it to splash on her face. Maybe she could play a little to clear her thoughts. With a nod she dried her face and hands and gathered the Etwahl from the living room. It was a bright, sunny day as it usually was in the early spring at Noxus Prime. The flowers were starting to bloom and she found herself wandering toward the garden attached to her modest home. 

Some fluffy birds chirped in a nearby fruit tree, blossoms beginning to bloom into a pink canopy. Sona smiled and sat on a little stone bench beneath it and plucked a few high, bird like notes. Her smile was serene as she began to play in earnest, eyes half lidded, her body swaying with each strum. She learned to let herself go when she was alone, almost trance-like. Many books had described magic as something to let flow through you, to act as a conduit rather than to try and control it, so she practiced in these quiet moments, letting it flow through her and the Etwahl.

Darius was in a particularly good mood that afternoon, and he had just finished another training session. Rather than a petite white haired youth, it was a blonde one that walked in on him. He had been experimenting, checking that he had in fact gained the muscle he had been working so hard for. Shirtless, back muscles on display, Darius was pleased with his efforts. 

Lux wasn’t supposed to be there, but then again it was a public training ground. However, he thought she had already gone on the mission set out for her unit. He was wrong. With a swift movement he lowered his arms and turned to the near by table. He grabbed his shirt, “What do you need? Something wrong with the mission or what?”

He was not keen on looking at her until his shirt was back on.

Diary

Thresh no longer writes anything down, his memory usually pretty good anymore for important things and due to his hands probably not suited for holding thin writing utensils anymore. However, he used to be a writer.. in a sense.

He kept a log while he was still alive on the farm, keeping track of what fields were rotated, notes on when to plant what, pricing, and various details related to his work. 

When he was taken to be a guard for the Order’s vault, he brought a few blank books with him to write in to keep himself entertained for the time he’d be locked inside the vault. Little did he know that he’d spend a lot longer in there than he thought. Thankfully, the blank journals gave him something to do and he started chronicling his adventures as a vault guard until the day the Ruination hit. With each entry, his decent into madness was more evident. 

[I recorded myself trying to voice act as Vlad for the prompt. I have a take 2 which I find funny and will post a bit later.]

It was a bright sunny day in Piltover, and hot. Too hot. Too hot to think, too hot to move. It was the kind of heat that oppresses with its presence, trapping the heat and moisture in the air and around all the creatures unlucky enough to experience it. Ezreal sat up in his apartment and frowned. His stomach was rumbling, and he was quite hungry after refusing to even think about food and a full stomach in the current weather conditions. He got up, forcing his sluggish limbs to carry him forward and wandered into the kitchen. He chucked the now sad, warm ice pack he had been using to keep cool back into the freezer. He had nothing to eat in his apartment. It wasn’t worth keeping food in here when he could end up leaving for days at a time at the drop of a hat. 

He looked out the window at the golden city landscape. While it was normally a comforting sight, he could see the heat rising off the metal surfaces. The city was blurred in the distance, waving at him as lethargically as he felt. His stomach rumbled again and his gaze was torn away from the view. A cold sandwich was as good a choice as any. Ezreal didn’t want to eat, but he needed at least something in his stomach that day. He threw on some casual, loose fitting clothes and made his way to the store down the street. He was surprised to see Lux at the sandwich shop, but then again it was known for its sweet treats as well. She always did like those little candies now and then. His smile seemed to be the only animated thing left to him as he slowly made his way to her place in the back of the line. 

It wasn’t just her need to fill the hunger for knowledge, interest … it was the need to identify the man the people spoke of…. a Great Explorer. In the area on business anyway, ’ One night won’t make a difference….’ Taking a moment or two in the stores the woman had to be presentable, it was only proper to follow a dress code when presented as to show the utmost respect.

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First to catch her attention was the museum, though the city itself with hextech influence and growing technology certainly was intriguing by itself, there was just something about this building. Her feet dragged as if it would extend her time to stare at the building significantly, but it didn’t deter her from the final goal.

She tried her best to float through the crowd unseen and careful to not attract attention… but too many eyes were drifting her way without even trying. Solution? Getting as close as she could to the artifact and ignoring all else.

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He was particularly proud of this one. Very much so, he had to say. Enough to attend the shitty party the Museum insisted on holding for this event. They seemed as pleased as him, and he didn’t blame them, the finding this time, was exquisite, and the price they pay for those finding is nothing compared to their worth. Ezreal was fully aware of that of course, but he did not do this to get the highest price. He was doing what he wanted to do, and offering the Piltover what he did not need, for exhibits, or research. They, in return, were more than happy to reward him. Why wouldn’t they? He was heaven-sent, the museum had never reached this level of esteem before. And income, to be fair.

It was already evening, and he was chilling with Vi on the side while the crowd slowly gathered in the big open hall that usually held the biggest parties. It was one for all of Piltover, and because of that, the security was high as well. There was no going near the still covered exhibit, not with your head still attached at least. 

But the time finally arrived, and the lights focused on the middle of the hall, right on the cloak that covered something square under it. Earning people’s attention, the museum officials went on to make the usual speaches and introductions and finally called Ezreal up to the stage. He wore his charming smile and jumped up, cheered heavily by the crowd and his many fangirls, and he shook the hands of the people on the top of the platform. Equipped with his classy white tuxedo, hair caught in a small ponytail and the gauntlet always on his left hand, he gave his fans one of his wonderful smiles.  The cheer took a while to die down, he was very popular after all. Top on the charts of the most loved celebrities last month, after all~ The time came, and with a lot of suspence, the person in charged took off the cloak to reveal a glassed container, a weird glove positioned inside.

“The Claws of the Frozen Devil! An item from the deepest ruins of Freljord, a weapon of unparreled power! A dark magic said to cause unease even to the great Watchers of the Frelordan legends! It’s strength is real, ladies and gentlemen, even a normal person wearing this glove would be able to kill a Shuriman monster with ease!”, the announcement made the people burst in cheers and applaud. “And then die one week after due to the curse.”, Ezreal murmured to himself with a small smile. It didn’t matter to him, the Museum would make sure noone foolish would get hold of it, that was enough.

The party started after a while properly, people drinking and dancing. It wasn’t exactly an upper class party, but you wouldn’t see anyone without an expensive outfit. He didn’t always like that, girls of the upper Piltovian class tend to be...complicated. More trouble than worth to mess around with them. So he was on the sides again, watching the people, drinking with Vi, when his eyes suddenly opened. A blonde beauty stood out, like a beautiful flower in field of grass The girl was earning stares, no doubt. No way she was Piltovian, too....exotic, in a way. “I’ll be back...”, he said to Vi, leaving his drink and walking towards the girl. “No you won’t...”,the pink-haird woman chuckled.

“I mean, I would be alright with trying that, but I’m just about certain he’d figure it out and go and get the blood cake and surprise me by having arrived with said blood cake first.”

Grumpy Darius cause his hair is flat!