A:N Hello there kind readers! Karthus and Sona is a bit of a weird pairing I know, but the Pentakill pairing was too good to pass up. I don't know as of yet how long I want to make this, and it depends on the reception this gets and, by extension, my motivation to write more. Keep in mind that this will remain FIRMLY T-rated, with maybe an innuendo here and there if I can be bothered. Just a quick heads up so people don't get confused; Sona's inner monologue and thoughts will be written in italics and Sona "talking" will be "italics with quotations." I'm by no means an English professor, so if I make some grammatical errors then please let me know. I love getting feedback, so make sure to chuck me a review if you like it (or don't like it, but hopefully the first). I don't own anything, if I did Karthus would be a top-tier midlaner. Everything belongs to Riot.
The sun had risen over the spires of the Institute of War. Birds chirped as Ivern's gentle lumbering and giggles of joy echoed around the lush gardens. Suddenly, the peace and tranquillity was shattered by an ear-piercing wail from one of the champion rooms. It seemed that Karthus was singing again, practicing the songs from the new Pentakill album no doubt. Inside the hallway, groans from many of the rooms near to the lich, and the dull thud of a deadly-looking knife into the door of the Deathsinger (thank you Katarina) quickly silenced the deathly screams of the Pentakill singer.
Karthus sighed in exasperation. These mortals clearly had no concept of real music, except for Sona, the fabled Maven of the Strings and Pentakill keyboardist. Truth be told, Karthus had been growing rather fond of the Demacian woman, a little too fond. Since he had met the Demacian, her attitude and kindness had grown on him, and he greatly admired her prowess with her etwahl and the keyboard. Perhaps had he still been human he may have acted on his desires, with his heart so to speak, although the lich was unsure if he still had a heart anymore. Unfortunately for Karthus such thing as love could never come to him. He was, after all an undead lich. "How could anyone love a lich?" he murmured sadly to himself.
Putting down his microphone with a small sigh of disappointment, Karthus turned on the small portable music player that he had asked Heimerdinger to make for him. One of Sona's melodies gently serenaded his room, and echoed down the hallways through the newly-acquired hole in his door (once again, thank you Katarina) until it reached the ears of none other than Sona Buvelle.
The Maven smiled softly as the sound of one of her melodies drifted down the empty halls. Whoever that is has excellent taste she chuckled to herself It would be nice to see who appreciates my music
Accompanying the song of Sona's etwahl followed what Sona could only describe as the voice of angels. Never had Sona heard a sound so beautiful, it brought a tear to her eye. The rich, deep voice sung along to the tune of the etwahl perfectly in time.
There's only one person in the League I know who can sing Sona's smile broadened as she approached the door of her bandmate and heard the voice, and the music, grow louder. Through the hole in the door Sona could see Karthus kneeling [Can Karthus kneel? I mean, he has no legs so uh… anyway] in the dim light in front of… something, she couldn't make out exactly what, head bowed low as his face contorted in emotion as he sang.
Will the faithful be rewarded
When we come to the end
Will I miss the final warning
From the lie that I have lived
Is there anybody calling?
I can see the soul within
And I am not worthy
I am not worthy of this
Are you wi-
Karthus's singing was caught short as Sona, moved almost to tears, knocked on the door gently. Karthus, usually so refined and dignified in his movements, scrambled, as if in panic, throwing a blanket over whatever it was he was kneeling before, and turning off the music. Composing himself, he moved to the door and opened it quickly, a curse already on his lips;
"Who in the name of the Rui-" but was cut short as he saw Sona and began to stutter nervously "A-ah, erm, Miss Buvelle. What an… unexpected pleasure" He smiled, or his approximation of a smile, "do come in."
He stepped to the side and waved Sona in, shutting the door behind her.
"What brings you to my abode at this hour?" he asked, genuinely curious as to what the Maven could possibly want in his quarters?
"I heard my music coming from your room, and I came to compliment your musical taste, although I admit I'm surprised you listen to things other than metal" Sona giggled as she spoke telepathically.
Most of the time outside the Rift she was unable to speak mentally, but Karthus was a bandmate and powerful mage, so his magic was enough to bolster her own to communicate.
"Ah, y-yes, my attempts at practicing our new songs was not well received" Karthus replied, gesturing at the hole in the door, "so I decided to indulge in some of your more… acceptable melodies. I do quite enjoy your work Miss Buvelle if I may say so."
If liches could blush, Karthus was blushing like an undead tomato. Sona smiled broadly and curtsied at Karthus's praise, he was not one to hand out compliments left and right, and certainly not one to be so open around the living.
"I'm very glad you like it Karthus. I also heard your singing…" at this Karthus looked down at the floor in embarrassment "It was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard! I never knew you could sing like that!"
Karthus looked up in surprise. "B-beautiful? I… erm, I mean, thank you Miss Buvelle. You are the only one that has ever heard it, I'm ah, flattered."
Sona touched his arm gently, and much to her surprise, was not shaken off. Karthus, as most undead were, was very sensitive about people touching him.
"You know, if you'd like to perform with me some time, outside of Pentakill I mean, I'd really appreciate it."
Normally, Karthus would decline immediately, but the look in Sona's eyes and the sparks that shot up his arm where her hand sat gently convinced him otherwise.
"It would be my pleasure, Miss Buvelle."
Sona let out a squeal of delight and clapped her hands excitedly. Inside, Karthus felt a feeling that he'd not felt before. It felt like his heart was jumping in his chest, like Jinx had set off fireworks inside his chest.
His emotional crisis was interrupted by Sona punching him in the arm with mock indignation.
"Karthus! We're friends, you don't have to call me Miss Buvelle. Just call me Sona." She chuckled.
Why is he so nervous? It's not like we've never talked before. Sona thought, somewhat confused at the normally calm and confident Deathsinger mumbling and stuttering like first-day summoner.
"Of course, Mi- I mean, Sona." Karthus smiled, or at least twisted his face into something that resembled a smile, before looking once again at the floor in embarrassment.
"What's wrong?" Sona asked, her other hand grasping his in concern.
Karthus's eyes shot up to Sona's hand in his, widening as he jerked away reflexively as if he had been burned.
"Nothing to concern yourself with, Sona." He replied more harshly than he had intended.
The hurt look in Sona's eyes made Karthus mentally scold himself.
Fool! He chastised himself again as Sona turned to the door, and was that… tears in her eyes?
The Maven of the Strings burst out the door and took off down the hallway, Karthus trying his best to float with some semblance of speed after her.
That's a wrap for this chapter ladies and gentlemen. A cookie to whoever guesses the name of the song Karthus is singing. Also, what an asshat. C'mon dude, what's your problem? Oh right, I forgot. I'm the writer, therefore I'm the problem. I write therefore I am. Anyway, enough rambling from me, if you enjoyed this then make sure to leave a review, or just lurk in the shadows. I understand :) Until next time!