Since she has a break between matches, Lux is reading a novel in one of several common areas. The Institute of War has plenty of small areas for relaxation between bouts. This one is her favorite. It has a large sky light, allowing for great reading year round. However, it isn't a private room. Sometimes she gets company, but most people have figured out to leave her alone. Sadly, not everyone knows this.
"Hey babe." Draven drawls out with a smirk.
Lux ignores the Noxian, blue eyes not leaving the pages of her book. Over the years, she has mastered several techniques to brush off unwanted company. Most people quickly learn to leave her alone. It doesn't matter that her new annoyance is a Noxian, he'll learn like the rest to leave her be.
"Don't be cold like that, Draven will give you some warm loving." Draven says with a purr.
Before she can reply to this disgusting comment, Draven yanks the book out of her hands. Blue eyes narrow to slits as Lux watches her poor book sail across the room. A small flick of her fingers sends out a magical cushion to protect her book from its crash landing. One tattooed arm slings over her shoulders, pulling her against Draven's chest. Heat floods across her cheeks, quickly going down her neck. Magic bursts from her hands blasting against the unsuspecting Noxian. A small grunt of effort goes past her lips as she shoves away from the now slightly crispy Draven.
"You disgusting pig! ARGH! No, you're not even good enough to be called a pig. At least pigs are good for something – bacon. You don't even have that." Lux snarls at the now smirking Draven.
"Okay, okay! Why didn't you tell the Draven you prefer women? Only a lesbian can resist my charms, and only if they're having an amazing day." Draven tells her with a large smile.
"Oooo, you arrogant ass! I am not a lesbian. I like men just fine. I just don't like you." Lux snarls, vision starting to go red around the edges of her vision.
"If you're not a lesbian, why don't you have a man?" Draven replies back with a lazy drawl a smirk growing on his lips.
"Because I haven't found one yet! I want a man worthy of me. I just haven't found one yet." Lux replies back, mentally counting backwards from one hundred.
"Well, you found me." Draven answers back confused at her rejection.
"No I haven't. You're scum Draven. I would rather date anyone else then you! Now fuck off. Go find a whore to fulfill your urges. The only way you could get a woman's loving attention is if you paid her." Lux yells, face turning red again.
Curses leave her lips in low tones as Lux marches away from Draven. Without looking back, Lux grabs her book on the way out. Mentally picturing Draven being tortured to death at her hands help her stay reasonably calm. By the end of the day, Lux puts aside the encounter as just another annoyance in the daily life of being female.
Yet, her new found peace was shattered by another Noxian. Waiting for her at the end of her last match is one General Darius. Normally the two of them don't cross paths. The two of them work in different lanes, only meeting up for team fights. Lux only knows by him reputation. Darius is the ruthless Hand of Noxus, like an evil political twin to her brother Garen. On and off the battlefield, he is to be treated with equal parts respect, caution, and awe.
Darius gives her a smirk as Lux slows down to get around him. His large frame takes up most of the hallway. No need to collect bruises by not giving his massive armor enough room to get around. Instead of letting her pass, he steps in her way. Heart beating faster, Lux looks him in the eyes not backing down. Uncertain what his game is, Lux won't let him win the intimidation game. Is he upset that she attacked the sad excuse that is his brother?
"I saw your handiwork on Draven. Nice job with the burning. Enough damage done to hurt him, but not enough to violate any laws. Pity really, about those laws being in place." Darius tells her with a shrug of his shoulders.
Both of her hands grip her weapon tight. Does he want to pick a fight with her? Will he break the laws saying no fighting outside of the Fields of Justice? Without backing down, Lux shifts her weight into a more battle ready position. She's within melee distance of that mighty axe, and she won't respawn if she dies in the hallway.
"Relax Demacian! I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to give you a head's up. You've set Draven down a warpath of stupidity. He's been rounding up male champions to 'help' you find out that he is the only man worthy of you." Darius tells her with another shrug.
"Why are you helping me, Noxian?" Lux demands.
"I'm not helping you. I'm causing trouble for my idiot brother. Draven needs to be shown some humility once in a while. I figured I'd help make things more 'interesting' for him. Since you know his plan now, you can act accordingly. Later, Demacian." Darius explains with an indifferent tone of voice before turning to leave.
"Thanks for nothing, Noxian." Lux says back with forced politeness.
"Darius. My name is Darius. Not Noxian." Darius tells her with a grimace.
"How smart! You know your own name. And my name is Lux. Not Demacian, not Babe, or any other pathetic pet name you men think of. If you want to be called by your name, address me by mine." Lux retorts back with the classic rude gesture with one of her hands.
"Hah! You've got spirit. Good luck with my brother…Lux." Darius tells her with a smirk, returning her hand gesture with the Noxian version before getting out of her way.
"Tell Draven I hope he looks pretty in pink!" Lux yells at him as she stomps down the now open hallway.
Emotions boil under her skin as she heads home. Once Lux is safe in her room, she makes preparation for the upcoming battle. Oh, she doubts Darius is lying to her. From what she knows of the reputation of both Darius, and Draven, the whole idea seems feasible. As much as she doesn't want trouble, it has been brought to her by the idiocy that is the male ego. As far as Lux can tell, no one has a bigger ego than Draven. Which means this will be her largest battle yet! Unfortunately for Draven, Lux plays to win. Crushing his masculinity will be fun.
First things first, teach Draven not to fuck with her, in a fashionable means for everyone else to 'admire'. It takes some time to prepare, and cast, but Lux places a curse on that egotistical, narcissistic, idiot. Until the curse is broken, Draven will be pink. His skin tone will no longer be a light tan, but rose pink instead. All of his hair, head to toe, will be a vivid shade of magenta. He can't cover up his new found coloring without first breaking the curse. He will show up pink even if tattooed, uses illusion magic, paint, or anything else to look normal. It will take a lot for that Noxian to be taken seriously while that color! Now that the first shots have been fired, it is time for Lux to call in her backup.
If Draven will fight dirty and get help to make her life hell, she'll return the favor! How many female champions in the League have been harassed by Draven? Hell, how many of them have been given grief for being female and warriors? Mentally reviewing her knowledge of all champions in the League, Lux makes a mental list of potential allies. Once she has a list thought up, she starts to write letters. After several hours, Lux personally sends them off with her magic. Draven, and any help he has gotten, will be in for a rude surprise.
"Bring it." Lux mutters to herself as she settles in for bed.
Early the next morning Lux awakens ready. Soon the battle will start, and she will be prepared! Thankfully, she has already gotten replies back from several the women she contacted last night. After reviewing all of the responses, Lux smiles. Things are going to get interesting. Quickly she makes out a counter attack to any male who will try to convince her how worthy Draven is. Uncertain who will take up Draven's call to arms, Lux makes plans for all male champions.
As Lux walks into the Institute of War, bright and early, the place is oddly full. Several champions are loitering around. Blue eyes alert, Lux scans the hallways for signs of people watching her. To her surprise, the first person to approach her is Singed. That is good, the timing for his dating attempt couldn't be timed better! Lux anticipated that the first male champions to approach would live in, or near, Noxus.
"Hello Luxanna. Would you care to join me for a drink later this afternoon?" Singed asks her with a keen expression.
"Why I would love to! Surely, any friend of Draven's is always welcome in my company. How about we meet at three o'clock in the western most common room." Lux replies back voice light and friendly, however, her eyes narrow.
"Excellent." Singed answers back, sounding relieved to have gotten a date so easily.
Lux gives Singed a small wave before continuing along her way. Of course she won't meet Singed there! Oh, no, he gets a completely different kind of date. Nidalee and Rengar will be having a romantic get together at that time. Once she is out of sight of Singed, she quickly readies a message to Nidalee about her surprise guest.
One thing Nidalee complains about her in sex life, is how aggressive and rough the sex gets. It will help her ease out some frustration on a nice tank. A wicked gleam comes to her eyes, as she adds some suggestions to make for a fun 'threesome'. Proud of her work, she uses some magic to send the note directly to Nidalee. That huntress has Rengar whipped pretty hard, Lux doesn't see him objecting to the changes in the fun for their afternoon together.
It isn't until much, much later in the evening that Lux hears about what happened to Singed. Or rather, that he was rushed to a hospital in Noxus for treatment. A pleased grin crosses Lux's face, as she heads towards her favorite common room for some reading. On her way there she comes across a very happy Nidalee. A quick high five is exchanged.
"Thanks. I owe you. I haven't had that much fun with Rengar in months!" Nidalee says with a purr, before heading down a different hallway.
Before Lux can get settled in, a familiar form greets her in the entrance. Darius is waiting for her. A very smug look is on his face. One hand grips her light wand tight. It is not likely that Darius will cause her any trouble, but one can never be too careful around such a dangerous man.
"Has anyone ever complimented you on how delightfully ruthless you are? Because you are just wonderfully ruthless." Darius tells her with a pleasant tone and a lazy smile.
"Darius, that isn't a compliment to a Demacian." Lux replies back, voice neutral eyes narrowing at his grin.
"Oh, it isn't? Mind if I join you? I'm not in on Draven's dumb game. Nothing he can say will convince me to help! Not after what I saw what your planning did to Singed." Darius says with a growing smirk, making room for her to pass into the common room without trouble.
"Well, Nidalee did want some help spicing up her love life, so I said I'd send a sex toy her way. Just don't interrupt me while I'm reading. I don't like to be bothered while reading." Lux replies back, uncertain what Darius could be up to.
The two of them sit opposite to each other. With surprising agility, Darius pulls out a book from a hidden pouch while sitting down. Without looking at her, he starts to read. Glad that he is serious about not bothering her, Lux takes out her book. Hextech lamps flicker on. The last lingering rays of sun fade from the windows. It is time to head home! Before Lux can stand up, Darius is in front of her offering a hand. One eyebrow goes up in a surprised arc, but she accepts his help up.
"I love what you did to Draven. Is there a cure for that curse? Draven must have spent a small fortune in 'cures' already." Darius asks her.
"Yeah. There is a cure. I don't remember exactly what though. Don't worry, the cure won't harm your brother any, as far as I can remember." Lux states back with a faint tone of annoyance.
Is that why Darius is being so nice? So he can get the cure to his brother's pinkness? A part of her is bitter at this thought. The few hours they spent together in peace and quiet had been nice. Lux wouldn't mind repeating the experience. Decent company seems rather hard to come by recently.
"Good to know that only my brother's pride is going to be hurt by this. I will see you around, Lux." Darius says, giving her a small bow before heading in the opposite direction.
A faint blush crosses her cheeks. For a man with such a notorious reputation, Darius is acting like a gentleman! Who would have thought that the ruthless Hand of Noxus could be such pleasant company? Eh, what did it matter? She'll probably never interact with him again once this whole ordeal with Draven is wrapped up. A tinge of disappoint spikes in her heart at thought. Mentally shoving that foolish thought out of her brain, Lux heads back to Demacia.
Much, much later in the evening Lux stares up at the ceiling. Images of Darius haunt her dreams. Dark green eyes gaze at her in her slumber. Parts of her ache with a need Lux thought she'd never have problems with. One fist slams against her pillow. Enough is enough! If she can't get any sleep, she might as well work. Carefully Lux eases out of her bed. All over her desk is an array of letters, each of them from various female champs in the League. All of them have been at the blunt end of Draven's attention. None of them like harassment.
After drinking her fourth cup of coffee Lux leaves Demacia behind. It doesn't take long to reach The Institute of War. Again, the place is full of people just loitering. All of the female champions she makes eye contact with give her a friendly nod, or wink of encouragement. However, no one talks to Lux outside of her matches. It isn't after her midday match that the next fool attempts to date her.
As Lux leaves the exit platform, Talon is waiting for her. Small beads of sweat are on his forehead. Although he is here for her, he doesn't look her in the eyes. One of his hands grasps a dagger nervously.
"Hello, Talon." Lux says with a smile.
"Hey, you busy or anything this evening?" Talon asks in a rush, still unable to look her in the eyes.
"I do have plans, but you're welcome to join me if you wish." Lux says with a growing grin.
"You'll actually be there?" Talon inquires, sounding relieved that she will actually be there, instead of leading him into a trap.
"Of course I will! And so will Annie. We're having a tea party." Lux replies back with a nod of her head.
"A tea party with Annie? That doesn't sound too bad…" Talon answers back, body relaxing with relief.
"Why would a friend of Draven need to worry about a date with me?" Lux states back with a neutral tone eyes glittering like gems.
"I'm not Draven's friend!" Talon yelps, more beads of sweat forming on his brow.
"Of course, of course. How silly of me to assume such things. Here is the address where Annie and I will be having our tea party. See you there at six o'clock." Lux says with a renewed grin, handing over a small card to Talon.
"Yeah. See you." Talon mutters back pocketing the card.
"Later Talon! Don't be late!" Lux informs him as they part ways.
Silently chuckling to herself, Lux prepares a message for Annie. It takes several notes back and forth between the two of them before she is content with the probable outcomes of tonight's tea party.