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   “A ‘ knowing ‘ smile?” Akali asks, her voice saturated with skepticism and disgust. Disgust, yes, because Ahri had spilled such a sizeable pool of blood that Akali was sure it was choking her, cloying at her nose and the back of her throat. Behind her mask, she threatens to heave.

   Her hands were so far removed from bloodless, but this… this was horror a nature of which Akali had not seen before.

   “A man does not read that far into a mere smile,” she says. He does not go doe-eyed and slack-jawed to his death for it.

   Though perhaps she should have been grateful ( because what other reason would Akali have been here too, than to clip this man and return to Shen? ) to Ahri for relieving her of such gruesome work, but Akali remains wary, and if honest, afraid. The fox had merely curved a finger and the edge of her lip and convinced a man that would have fought Akali to the death to willingly allow her to rip him apart. What manner of beast does so, and then carries a conversation about the wiles of women immediately after?

   Her blades are her comfort, and Akali only thanks the stars that Ahri does not smile at her, too.

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     Zed is intimately familiar with the stages one goes through as their life flickers and slowly extinguishes. He adores it: The power, the single, last moment as they cling onto life, finding themselves forced to confront what they have achieved, the regrets they will never fix, the inescapable oblivion they cannot escape, the overwhelming terror that drowns them no matter how much they may attempt to escape it, and then–

     Nothing. 

     There is no single level of power that could possibly parallel the thrill that runs through his bones when he looks into a dying man’s horror and knows that he has done this, that one single action will cause so many vast, rippling effects on the world.

     And yet, even now, even though the rush is the same each and every time, strong enough to overwhelm Zed’s constant regret for a few minutes, sometimes more, an entirely different sensation hits him as he watches Ahri. Everything she does carries with it a charm, draws him in with a mystique and a fascination he has never felt in another’s presence. The power is still there, but it is more than that. There is an intoxication that accompanies her movements, the gaze she holds with this unfortunate soul, the slight smile on her face and the twist to her words.

          ‘    there is a humming in the restless summer air .   ’

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          “Ooooh! Your tails look so soft! Can a pet them? ...Ooor would that be too weird?”