#truthwished

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         She never did like the cold weather much. It often sent shivers down her spine, the fur of her tails slightly puffed as she bites down the urge to shake and whine from the chills but, Ahri supposes, it also has its good sides. It meant having more excuses to stay at home, to keep herself buried under the blankets, even as she watches a TV show from the living room.

        “ Are you sure you’re not sick? ”

This isn’t the first time Xayah’s asked the question now and quite frankly, Ahri’s already beginning to wonder if she really is sick. It would explain why she feels a lot colder today than yesterday —- - although another reason behind it could also be from the hints of snow falling outside the window. She doesn’t know anymore, and so instead, she lets out a whimper of a response before burying herself further into her blanket.

The couch slightly dips as Xayah takes her seat beside Ahri, and much like a damsel in distress, desperately in need of salvation from this cold, she’s handed a mug of hot cocoa; marshmallows dancing and floating about, tempting her, almost, to take a sip and likely burn her tongue. But instead, Ahri pulls the mug close to her, using its warmth to fend herself from the shivers.

       “ You absolute child. ” She hears Xayah sigh, and Ahri was just about to groan and complain all the more from the bullying when she’s already in so much suffering ---- - except, just before she could, Xayah’s already welcomed herself underneath Ahri’s blanket, scooting closer to the fox guardian before resting her head on her shoulder with a yawn. “ Shut up. ” Ahri hasn’t even said anything yet. “ I’m cold too.”

A snort, and Ahri leans close against Xayah for the much needed warmth. “ You know, you could have just asked if you wanted a cuddle. ”

Happy Halloween from your Secret Spook, @truthwished! I hope this little drabble is to your liking.))

to render the maven, for lack of better wording, utterly speechless... was a unique feat when taking into consideration the nature of her means to communicate. with her mind aflutter due to syndra’s overwhelming advances upon her, she could not directly think of anything. at least, in a coherent manner. racing thoughts clouded her whilst soft cheeks flushed. how vibrantly she glowed, supple skin gleaming in the dim evening, starlight embodied for syndra alone to capture beneath her. 

in the end, however, sona was able to relinquish enough control of her beating heart, her flustered mind, to eventually reply.

     The last attack was five hours ago, and for the third day in a row, their team has emerged triumphant and full of energy. Victory is invigorating, and even though it’s not why she’d originally accepted the power of the First Star, there’s also something nice about knowing that she’s helping—saving—innocent people with every battle they win.

     The rest of their team has broken off now, making a celebratory mall trip after a good week of Star Guardian duties. Xayah hadn’t been feeling as social post-fight, so she and Sarah had opted to stay in the park and clean up—a duty that hadn’t taken too terribly long. Best not to leave the remains of their battles against the void where other folks can find them. Besides, the two of them had always had a different sort of friendship of their own. Both of them being less bubbly and more intense, they got along in their own, equally close way.

     Now they find themselves leaning over the rail of the bridge that goes across the park’s lake, waiting for the rest of their friends to come and pick them up. Unlike most of their party, Xayah is happy to keep company in silence. In a way, they’re doing their own form of basking in the victory—enjoying a night sky and a quiet skyline, uninhibited once again by the horrors that only they know are waiting out there.

     She perks an ear when Sarah breaks the silence, halfway through unwrapping one of the four lollipops that Neeko had snuck into her jacket pocket earlier in the morning. Xayah turns to look at her, and then pops the candy into her mouth and offers one to her friend.

     ❛ Dunno. Who’s to say it can’t? ❜ Xayah replies, sounding almost uncharacteristically optimistic. Maybe it’s because she’s in a good mood, despite the fact that they’ve done little beyond standing around in the dark. She likes hanging out at night. She likes how strong she feels right now. Also, she enjoys the quiet company of hanging out with a friend, even if they’re not doing anything special. 

     I agree, she thinks, I want my whole life to just stay as it is. Xayah knows that she’s in a good place. She has Rakan, and she’s surrounded by friends, and they’re doing something important. It’s everything she’s ever wanted out of life, in the end; love, trust, somewhere she belongs, and a cause to fight for.

     ❛ I don’t believe in that whole ‘burn bright, fade away’ bullshit. You know? ❜ She turns around, and leans back against the rail, ❛ I mean. We’re so strong now, aren’t we? Like, we’re good at this. Maybe it’s sappy or stupid, dunno, but—as long as it’s all of us together, as a team or—or a family, or whatever, I think we’ll be okay. ❜

     We’ll be okay. She repeats, in her head, We will. And then, in the back of her mind, a more quiet thought: We have to be. I don’t know what I’d do if…

     She pulls the candy out of her mouth, and then with a grin, she adds, ❛ Anyway—how much do you wanna bet Rakan or Neeko are gonna come drive up wearing something really stupid? ❜

✧— He’s already turned a shoulder away from her. Though the curve of his ear and his hair catches the moonlight, his face is in shadow. Though Ezreal would have been shocked if his sisters had been oblivious to Lux’s ‘secret’ late-night visits, he still wishes it was someone other than Sarah who confronted him about it. Someone who isn’t Ahri, either. Soraka would have been best. Syndra would have been all right, he thinks, but Sarah … 

     Ezreal rubs at his elbow, feeling naked in his t-shirt even though it feels like everyone spends half the time in pajamas at home. The truth is that he can’t stay away from Lux. From the moment his eyes first focused on her, she’s been everything that matters. She’s not all that matters, but she fills up his vision when she’s nearby; he can’t see anything else. With his window closed, would she stop by? It seems unlikely; the open window says it’s okay, you’re welcome, it’s safe. The open window says I’m home, and you could be too. 

     Somehow, it’s colder when it’s closed. 

      He palms at his bicep, letting the silence wash over them both and drain away again before he speaks up. “She’s saved us before. Multiple times. She…” She saved him, too—showed up in the nick of time when he explored farther than he should, bit off more of a challenge than a new Star Guardian ought to. Ezreal is probably still alive because of Lux, but it’d only anger Sarah to admit it now. He shakes his head. “We can’t shut her—them—out.” His voice is so quiet in his room, all blue in the nighttime glow, and his eyes are on something on the floor, away from them both. “They’re the only people who can understand us.”

      And things have been so, so lonely. 

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