When certain champions receive presents. Disclaimer: There are two types of timelines: the ones where I own League of Legends, and the ones that exist. Also, screw writing this during Snowdown. Please read, review, recommend, and ramen.
Lucian:
Her smile. Her face. Her touch. Her laugh. Her goddamned laugh. Lucian didn't know what to do, to smile or to cry, for he had his wife in his arms once more, but he knew what had to come next, what always happened next. Any time now. "Lucian?" Senna looked up to his face, caressing it softly with her fingertips. "Come with me baby, I'm scared." Lucian used a strategy perfected over the years, that was completely foolproof to anything, and more importantly, any pain. He ignored it. A shell of indifference that was barely held together by his will. He knew that at some point, it will break, and all hell will break loose, but angels be damned, he was going to postpone that day as long as he could. Ah, he's here. A ghostly green skull floated out of the black mist, his teeth twisted in a sick grin. Lifting up a lantern, a glass pane swung open, making an unearthly breeze wash over the pair. Senna was fading, being drawn back into the hell she was sentenced to. "Lucian? Lucian help me! LUCIAAA-"
He sat up panting, sheets tangled up and damp from his sweat. Looking out the window next to his bed, he saw a young sun, barely breaking the horizon, its light flashing against the white snow. It's Snowdown, Lucian realized. He looked at the base of his bed where he expected to see only a single present, usually from Vayne, a fan, or an annoying, arragont, and forced Summoner. This year, however, he was surprised to see not only 2 presents, but the most tiny, yet packed tree, or should I say, sapling. Who would care about an old widower like me? Lucian sighed. Best get this out of the way first. Kneeling down he took the much smaller of the two presents, it was simply a card from Vayne, and a pair of matching small marriage knots from Ionia. Feeling more than a little irritated from Vayne's idea of a joke, Lucian tore opened the much larger one.
"HOLY F*CK! WHO PUT THIS HERE?" Lucian stumbled back as he reached for his Lightslingers, pointing them both at the contents of the box. In there was the body of Senna, who looked just as she was when she died, only much more serene and at peace. Calming down a little, he saw a curious jar that a had a small wisp floating in it. A soul, by the looks of it. Resting on top of the cap was a hastily made pamphlet:
HOW TO REINCARNATE SOMEONE YOU LOVE:
STEP 1: Take the soul, insert it into body.
STEP 2: Praise Leona, Diana, and/or Nagakabouros, or whomever you worship. This step is not necessary.
YAY! I did it! This was actually something that is really weighing heavily in my mind for quite some time know. Good to get it off my shoulders. Don't forget, please ramen, ravioli, and Rapunzel! Arigato everyone!