Of Thieves and Lovemaking
One;
Midnight rain was crushing into thin windows, accompanied by the howling of the wind and the screeching of the branches from the near trees. Such anxiety, such impatience filled the air, as though the raindrops were more and more eager to steal a glance at the porcelain white skin of the young woman bathed in pleasure.
Tiny mewls escaped pink lips as her nails clawed into his shoulders, only to pull at hazel strands of messy hair. "Just a bit more, please, just a bit," she pleaded, with golden locks sprawled over the thin of her back and shoulders, each movement of his hips driving him deeper into her and throwing her off the edge.
She was losing it. His breath was awfully close to her breasts as he cradled her in strong arms, her thin legs around his hips as she was straddling him. Her cries echoed in her whole room, weakened cries of pleasure as he reached deeper and deeper within her, long fingers pulling at his hair, burying his face at the crook of her neck. Calloused hands were resting on her small hips, barely touching her soft skin, and her cries intensified.
"Oh, Talon! I'm going to come soon. Please, just a bit, just a bit more!" She pleaded with him, her shaky voice overtaken by despair, as fear sneaked into her heart. Fear of this story having the same ending as usually.
She wasn't too far from the truth. His movements grew more erratic, uneven, grunting here and there, and with a force unexpected and unwanted by her, he finished without a warning, and without a care.
A sense of dread overcame her, her heart sinking in the lowest corners of her core, as she had been left hanging once more. The young woman barely noticed how he lifted her off of him and placed her on her own bed, only to rise from it. She watched him absent-mindedly how he ran a hand through hazel locks, crimson eyes lit up by her lamp, and she shivered. He was deadly, vicious, and no good for her. And yet, she craved him more than anyone else. Still, no matter how close they were, no matter how much sex they made, they would never grow any closer, as the invisible wall between them stood, even there.
"Why don't you stay over tonight?" She suggested with a faint smile, trying to hold back her disappointment and sense of hollowness which formed in the pit of her stomach. Talon, however, didn't even spare her a second look, as he was busy gathering his clothes from her floor.
"Can't. I have matches tomorrow." Was his curt reply, which immediately put her back to her place. If one's heart could sink into the bottom of the ocean, then there would hers be at the moment.
"Oh," she also had matches the following day, given how popular she'd become recently, but that didn't mean she didn't want to spend more time with him. Even if Talon wasn't the type of guy to cuddle, she'd take whatever he'd offer, as long as he was by her side. "Even in the morning?" She insisted, hopefully. He never bended and she doubted he'd start then.
"I have to exercise." And just as that, he was done getting dressed, and about to leave her room.
Much to her surprise, however, he turned around to cast her one last look, finding her leaned into a huge fortress of pillows, hands resting on her stomach and knees drawn upwards. It held no meaning, however.
"Bye, Lux." Talon then said flatly, as he headed to her door.
"Good night, Talon," she replied with a lightly forced smile, even waving a little in his general direction.
Another stolen glance and he was gone. "Yeah," was what the shadows whispered in his stead.
When her door closed, Lux released a heavy sigh as she placed her knuckles over her eyes, in a rather futile try to stop the tears from falling. She was miserable, and she knew it. For years, she had been in love with that man, the kind of man who never cared about her. And yet, they ended up having sex occasionally, even though no kissing or tenderness was involved. It was only carnal release, up to the point where Talon couldn't care less about making her orgasm or not. Of course, the latter was more frequent. And yet, she couldn't let go of him.
No, that's not it. She shook her head lightly, as she looked towards her window, where the rain seemed to pick up its pace.
She didn't want to let go of him, no matter how much pain he caused her.
"What a pathetic woman," she whispered to her own self, while trying to get lost in the castle of her pillows.
Contrary to popular belief, Luxanna Crownguard wasn't one to have many friends. Even if she was considered Demacia's darling girl, known by everyone, she hardly made real friends. Whether it was the fearsome aura of her older brother and his Vanguard, or the fact that no other woman would befriend her, or even the fact that she was treated as an outsider in her own home drove Luxanna into isolation. Being forced to join the military from a young age, witnessing unimaginable horrors on the battlefield and shredding her innocence, probably, the only choice she's made on her own was to join the League after the war ended.
Baby blue eyes glanced outside, where it was still raining, and it seemed as though the morning would not wash away her worries, nor would she be able to recover anytime soon. She enjoyed the rain actually, as it gave her a motive to be gloomy and silent, despite her usually cheerful personality. That was mostly made up anyways. She wished she could be like Shauna or Quinn, who were unbound to rules and country and whatnot, or even like Fiora, who was able to set well her priorities above all. But she couldn't. She had the status of a princess, and she could never escape her fate.
Maybe that's how it all started. Lux noted to herself, as she stopped in the huge hallways built of marble, looking at the pouring rain. How she wished to pour out her own sorrows with it.
She'd seen him sometimes on the battlefield, rapid movements within the shadows, a glimmer of crimson, a lock of hazel, and death wherever he went. She knew about him, oh so well. He had risen where he was currently standing on his own, regardless of how many he had stepped on. But he was strong, and he was free. So, so much stronger than her. She envied him at the same time. She yearned to taste a similar kind of freedom, even though it was just a silly dream. She was forever shackled to the country she had come to loathe.
After joining the League, she befriended a certain Noxian redhead, and despite the initial differences between them, they got along well. So well that, when Katarina invited Lux at her birthday party in Noxus, a couple of years ago, the same year when she turned seventeen, she had happened to see him there. But of course she would run into him, he was Katarina's brother, after all. And because Lux had always been a pushover, a princess who had never been spoiled, she decided that for the second time in her life, she wanted that man. And she had gotten him to bed, although his mind and heart were never present.
And they will never be, for the matter.
"Lux, are you alright?" A feminine voice brought her back from her reverie and the blonde mage flinched at the sound and quickly turned around. She was met with a frowning Shauna, who was currently tending to her dishevelled hair. She only wore her usual jumpsuit, without weapons or the cape.
"Uh, yes, I'm alright. I just spaced out for some reason," she chuckled, trying to ease the tension. Vayne made a face, but kept whatever she had in mind to herself. Well, for a second.
"You looked like you were about to cry. Is everything fine?" Vayne worrying about another human being instead of hunting monsters – or Vladimir's bed – was something new, Lux would give her that.
"Oh, no. I just couldn't rest well. With all those ranked matches coming up, I'm rather nervous about my performance."
"Sure..." Vayne agreed with a curt shrug. "Well, good luck, at any rate." She said as she walked past her, heading back to her own quarters.
"Thank you." Lux said with a smile.
Her face was beginning to hurt from all that smiling. She wondered how long she was going to last.
Her first match was scheduled at noon, so she had time to train a bit before that. She wasn't in the mood to stay depressed in her own room. It would affect her performance thorough the day and she didn't want to make her Summoners lose precious points. She used to be a soldier, so separating her private affairs from work shouldn't be that difficult.
Or that's what she thought.
Upon entering the mages' special training hall, her optimism was short-lived, as a familiar presence took away her air. It happened every time Lux saw him, really, and she had no idea why he was having such an effect on her. Talon was in her proximity, discussing something with Malzahar, and he was wearing training attire, which consisted of a black tank top, dark gray pants and that messy hazel hair tied lazily at the back of his head. Having his arms crossed, she could see the scarred, but not exaggerated muscles. Talon was a tall guy, almost feline like, and he had just the right amount of muscle. Of course, Lux had experienced the strength of those arms countless times before, but the sight of him never ceased to amaze her.
Not to mention that he acted so indifferently it almost hurt. Of course, their relationship – whatever it was that they had – was a secret, so no wonder that Talon didn't even spare her a second look.
With one last glance towards him, Lux turned away from his direction and walked towards Syndra, who was meditating not far away. The hall that day was projected into a forest, including the fauna and flora. It was a rather nice change.
"Hello," Lux greeted the Sovereign, who was already meditating, using her balls as centres of focus. It might look weird for a light mage to seek out help from a dark one, but as both of them were control mages, Syndra was probably the only one who knew how dangerous arcane magic was. Aside from Ryze, of course, but women understood one another with more ease.
"Your aura is clouded." Syndra added shortly after, relaxing her back and using one of her balls as a stool. She invited Lux to take a seat as well. The blonde did, although she felt awkward sitting on a floating ball, but oh well.
A heavy sigh left her lips, and Lux found herself fumbling with a lock of rebellious hair. This was not easy to talk about, but if she wanted to improve, she had to seek guidance. "My powers, they... have been unstable recently." A dark sovereign going on a rampage was not unheard of, but a light mage losing control? Well, that would certainly call for a catastrophe.
A deep crease formed between Syndra's snow-white brows as she looked at the younger woman attentively. Using her inner eyes, she could indeed notice the uncertainty flooding her aura, which affected her magic, but it was a rather sensible matter. Not to mention that the cause of the uneven flow of magic was unknown even to her. Syndra tried to pry deeper, examining her magic and maybe finding out the cause of disturbance, but she couldn't get through.
Opening her real eyes, Syndra could see only a twenty-something year old blonde mage who was slowly losing control. She knew best how it felt like toying with magic, the flow of unchained power taking over her body and mind, shrouding away every bits of humanity. She had been like that, countless times before, but thanks to a certain someone, she always returned to her normal state where she was the one controlling her powers, and not the other way around. But Lux, she... she obviously had no one to talk to, she was all alone.
"I call it arcane rush, when the magic is starting to get out of control. I experienced it countless of times before, back in Ionia, and it's not something to be toyed with. Us, those who wield magic at our will, we're different from the rest. Sure, there might be ninjas with their techniques and assassins with flashy moves, but we, we are the ones truly connecting with the universe. It's a contract between body and soul, mind and matter, so when one stops functioning properly, it would naturally affect the other as well."
Lux followed the sovereign intently, albeit slightly surprised of her choice of words. She never took Syndra one to speak of such stories. That didn't mean she wasn't right, however.
"So... you're saying that my magic is growing out of control because my emotions are unstable?" Lux asked with uncertainty, while looking at the older woman with pleading eyes.
Syndra shook her head. "I'm saying that all those negative motions bottled up within you for years and years are going to get out of control. You should seriously consider letting go, emptying yourself from them, or turn them into your strength. The more those emotions mess with you, the more you'll break yourself. And if you go on a rampage, well... there's no saving it."
A frown clouded her pretty features. Lux going on a rampage... All the pain she'd been keeping locked inside of her tiny being, everything she's endured, the monsters she'd been fighting all of her life set free. That was a hellish picture, and it made her heart ache even imagining it.
But it wouldn't happen. Not to Luxanna, the one few truly cared about at the end of the day.
Holding back a heavy sigh, she gently slipped down the makeshift stool and faced the other mage with a tiny smile. "Thank you for telling me all of this. I will do my best not to cause any trouble. Anyways, I should go now, I have a match soon." Lux tried to sound as positive as she could, even if she wouldn't fool someone like Syndra. "Thank you, really. I appreciate it." She said once again, preparing to take her leave.
Syndra didn't say anything else, only frowning lightly at her back. That wasn't what I meant, though.
"What's with that scar?" It was one of the rare moments where Talon would make an effort, even though he didn't really care.
Lux followed his line of sight, her own blue eyes halting on her right forearm, and a barely visible scar. Outside was snowing, so she was snuggled in a thick blanket, watching Talon get dressed and tend to the fire. They had sneaked out of their cities and met in the woods, at a cabin, which was sometimes used by Talon as a hideaway.
Still, it was surprising he noticed it. She barely had any scars, despite her past. "I got this during my mage training, actually. Getting used to arcane magic is not easy, and binding it to one's will is even more difficult. Because of my carelessness and inexperienced self, I ended up injuring my arm, and this scar was all that remained." She explained flatly, her eyes following the dancing of the flames. It had been ages ago, almost a decade in the past.
Ever since her parents finding out the potential in their daughter, they did everything in their power to bring her to light and make a huge deal out of it. She also had to be included in everything that was attention-catching at the time, so her life had been hell.
But looking at Talon's back, the remnants of the wings belonging to the Crimson Elite tattoo halfway removed, and the fact that he had long lost interest in the subject, Lux couldn't help but wonder. How was she inferior to any other women? Was it because she was four years younger than him? Was it because he only saw her as a passing of time? Or was it... maybe... that his feelings for a certain someone were stronger than anything else?
That mere thought nearly broke her heart.
"Did you know that, besides me, there was only one another light mage on the whole history of Valoran?" Lux tried to sound alright, not to give away the shaking of her voice, or any part of her body for the matter, as she rose from the bed and walked towards him, kneeling in front of the fireplace.
Talon didn't say a thing. He wasn't one to speak a lot, after all.
"She was called Yoanna. She was one of the strongest Demacian fighters, as history would say, and she could cast away darkness forever. Everyone loved her." Lux's voice trembled, but just a bit, as she leaned into Talon's shoulder, eyes never leaving the flames. "After finding out about my powers, my parents were genuinely happy and it felt good to be me, for the first time in my life."
A/N: Hellow, I'm back :D I don't know how long this story will be, probably around 3 chapters again, still with the same couple, mainly Lux and Talon, but this time with more twists. Damn, I love creating drama =v=
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