League of Legends

please god, l.g. (via odvssevs)

“Better than being a failure.”

     “Yeah well at least I don’t run away like a little bitch.”

“There’s a difference between running and using my skills to my advantage. Not my fault you aim is slow.”

“Better than being a failure.”

     “Wow you’re fucking rude too.”

“What can I say? It runs in the family. And, you sir, started this.”

     Giving a nod, “I don’t have much anymore, but you’re free to explore anywhere on my land, except the West Wing. Understand?” He knew that would only raise her curiosity, but at least he could keep an eye on her rather easily. That and staying in that wing as much as he did would help as well, “Dinner is served in the evening. The dining hall will be easy to find if you do take a look around. If not, I’ll come collect you when it’s time.”

Her curiosity did indeed spike at the mention of the West Wing. “What’s in the West Wing?” Her voice was a little louder than last time she spoke. Now she really wanted in there. The mention of dinner with him kind of put her mood off a little more. “Well, if I decide to come...”

     Varus watched the young woman. Clearly wasn’t the best way to do something like this, but he was running out of time. With a soft sigh, he moved along ahead of her, gesturing to follow, “I’ll show you where you can sleep.” Leading the way to her room, he pushed open the door, “Will this do?” This was one of the nicer rooms, but there were others if this one wasn’t to her liking. It wouldn’t be a problem to show her to another.

The fox stayed quiet as she looked around. Stupid rose bush for being so tempting. She looked over at him when he spoke then gave a small nod. With her tails condensed down to one she followed after him. As they walked she looked around some more. This place seemed so neglected. What had happened? When they stopped at a room she looked inside. It was rather nice compared to the rest of the place. “This...this will be fine.” She said softly.

     Varus blinked a bit as he felt the hands in his hair. Turning back slightly, he tilted his head at the Kitsune, “… And you’re doing what, exactly?”

     “That’s fine with me.” A thought crossed his mind, making him blink a bit, “So you’re saying you only came over here to play with it for no other reason?”

“Alright.~” The Kitsune made quick work of finishing off the braid, using his tie to hold it in place. Hearing his question she blinked. “Well no. You always seem so lonely.” She leaned forward a bit and hugged the Archer’s shoulders. “I thought you could use some company.”

     Varus blinked a bit as he felt the hands in his hair. Turning back slightly, he tilted his head at the Kitsune, “… And you’re doing what, exactly?”

     “Would certainly make it more manageable in combat.” He commented idly. Not that it bothered him when fighting, but it sometimes could get in the way. Luckily nothing too bad had come from it.

“Hm, I hadn’t thought of that.” Perhaps that would mean he would leave them in. The thought made her happy. “I’ll make sure they stay in then.~”

     The Marksman gave a glare at the other as his back hit the wall, “Can I help you?” 

     “I never said that I was.” While he spoke, he readied multiple arrows and fired, “But I’m not the one who is bringing other’s up.” He continued firing multiple arrows while moving back some. He knew as long as he moved, it’d be harder to target him.

The hail of arrows caught the Assassin a bit off guard but the most they did was cut up his clothes as he moved. “What can I say? Fight’s more fun when both parties are angry.” The Archer was forcing him to keep moving  but he was fine with that. He pulled three smaller, rounded blades and threw them at the other man.

     Varus blinked a bit as he felt the hands in his hair. Turning back slightly, he tilted his head at the Kitsune, “… And you’re doing what, exactly?”

     Turning his head back, he made no move to pull away, “I meant what style are you putting in it?” Clearly he had no qualms with her playing with his hair. 

“Ah. Well I always thought you would look good with War Braids.~” She was gentle with her motions, braiding bits of his hair so it sat just under his head piece.

     Varus blinked a bit as he felt the hands in his hair. Turning back slightly, he tilted his head at the Kitsune, “… And you’re doing what, exactly?”

Ahri chuckled a bit and continued to run her fingers through white hair. “Playing with your hair.~” She said as she started braiding the Archer’s hair.

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     The Marksman gave a glare at the other as his back hit the wall, “Can I help you?” 

     His hands clenched at his sides, one hand held tight to his bow, “Do not make light of pain you do not understand.” With that, he moved one of his legs and kicked the other away, readying his bow to fire. Once he had proper aim, he took the shot.

He’d have laughed if not for suddenly hitting the ground. Talon saw the bow being lifted and growled. He moved as fast as he could, dodging the arrow and getting to his feet. “You’re not the only one that knows pain.”

     The Marksman gave a glare at the other as his back hit the wall, “Can I help you?” 

Talon gave a smirk once he saw the Archer’s glare. How amusing it was. “You’re in my way, Ionian.” He lifted the large blade on his arm. “Too bad you don’t stay dead here. Could send you back to that family of yours.”

                        “Beware a man with nothing to lose.”