A/N: There was very little fics dealing with Lissandra. I love her. My cousin started playing her at the same time that I started playing Jayce. I got so used to seeing them in lane together that I started shipping them. This series is full of little fics about their relationships and the troubles they have to put up with to be in it. I hope you grow to love them like I do.


There were many things in life that one just did not grow used to. The list took an alternate shape when you were coming from the more cruel-minded side of life, where a dark mind led to glorious power. This was the mindscape where Lissandra thrived, a frozen wasteland of evil plots and cruel monarchy. Though, she could not ignore the spring of hot water starting to restore unwanted life to her wasteland.

A soft sigh escaped the ice witch as she shifted in the bed. Soft eyelids closed over red pupils as she blinked slowly. Her skin tingled as the soft, warm sheet shifted close and warmed her cold body. A bed of warm cloth was so strange to get used to but she had always heard that you had to make sacrifices for love, especially if the one you loved was a normal human.

She rolled onto her side to look at her sleeping lover. She smiled softly as she reached over, running her claws through the Piltover hero's short hair. Her thumb-claw stroked over where his sideburns were starting to grey pre-maturely from stress. With Piltover in constant danger from Jinx and Zaun, the Piltover heroes were aging faster from the endless fighting. Lissandra knew that Jayce's own vendetta against Viktor was far from healthy as well; she could easily see the lacerations and laser burns from the two men's own personal war.

She shook her head and pulled closer to him. She squirmed under his arm so he would hold her while he slept. When he had first asked to court her, she had refused, only finally giving in when his debonair charm refused to fail. She had found it strange but as they spent time together, her frozen body grew attracted to the heat of his own. She often found herself longing for it when they were separated with her in her icy citadel and him in his lab at Piltover.

Jayce shifted at the cold contact against his skin, waking him slightly. He blinked blearily down at the head of icy blue hair nestled under his chin. Feeling that Lissandra was awake, he tried to get his head together enough to speak.

"L-Liss, you alright? Do you need something?" There was a simple shake of her head before a whispered reply, her frozen breath against his skin making him shiver.

"I am alright, I simply want to lay here. Return to your rest, Jayce." He smiled softly at her command and kissed the top of her head, eyes slipping closed. After several matches at the League that day, he was only too glad to comply.