A/N: A continuation of my own in homage to a rather well written story. A 'morning after' of sorts. Here's a link to the original story, which you'll want to read first. https/s/12027536/1/Muse

Warning! The original is a bit angsty so if that's not your thing then get outta here XD

Sona awoke to the feeling of warmth on her eyelids. For a moment, she was back home, the light made obvious through a slow opening of curtains by one who would normally wake her. She was prepared to pull the blanket back over her head and offer a quick palm to show she needed five more minutes. Instead, she froze, memories of the night rushing to her in a way that made her heart pound. She was not home. Before another thought could register, a hand met her cheek; it's touch was gentle with seeming intent to push a strand of hair away from her face. She flinched in shock all the same. The hand pulled away, a voice replacing it's warmth.

"You're awake...''

The Maven opened her eyes, knowing pretending to sleep would be pointless. Even still, she did not want to look at who was there. Before her stood the reason she was not home and would possibly never be again. She began to tense, a hard swallow forcing down the lump of fear that'd grown there. Jhin didn't seem to notice.

"Sit up,'' He urged, sitting down on the bed. "You need to eat, dear. You didn't get to last night.''

Sona rose to sit on her bottom as he bade, pulling the sheets with her to cover her chest. It was then when she noticed the tray of fruit, crackers, bread and cheese on the bed next to him. She looked at it and then at him. This time he seemed to notice her concern.

"Oh, don't worry.'' He said, popping a grape into his mouth as if to bring home a point. "I don't work with poison. Now eat.''

Silently, she reached forward and grabbed a block of white cheese. Her eyes remained on him as she raised it to her mouth and dropped it inside. Hunger had taken her more captive than he had she realized as she reached for a cracker while chewing slowly. After watching her eat nearly half the tray, he nodded, seeming pleased. He then helped himself to a palm-full of grapes.

"Good.'' He said, chewing. "Get dressed when you're finished.''

Sona became suddenly aware at how cool it was beneath the sheets. She squinted and tilted her head. Halfway through a sip of water, Jhin directed her attention to the bed next to her with two downward bends of his index finger. Quietly, she squeezed her legs together and turned her attention to there. There lie her usual attire, but it's color scheme was that of a deep red. Even the bows that were to hold her hair up were scarlet. She reached one hand up, confused. Her ponytails, while messy, were still intact. The crookedness of the bows beneath her hand reminded her, quite suddenly, of his fist in her hair and the way it'd pushed her head into the mattress the night before. Her teeth found her bottom lip at the memory and her eyebrows furrowed, a strange mixture of disgust and arousal filling her.

"You wish to keep them?'' He asked, noticing the look on her face. He was probably referring to the blue hair pieces beneath her palm.

She lowered her hand back to the other, gripped the sheet and nodded.

"Very well. Though you may never wear them. You may use them to remind you of your life lost.''

Her heart thudded and her eyes widened as she stared at him like a terrified doe. He chuckled softly and she felt fear course through her so strongly she wanted to cry. Why was he laughing? He'd promised he wouldn't harm her. Though...harm her he had, her fear for her life had been mostly assuaged the night before. But back then, his intentions were strikingly clear. Right now on the other hand...

"Sona the Maven...found dead at the hands of some unknown assailant.'' He said, holding his hands up and spreading them as if reading a headline. "Ionia mourns the loss of it's star. So young. So beautiful.''

Jhin's hands found his chest in mock sadness. "Oh...the very thought just breaks my heart.''

Before she could respond, he threw his forearm to his head and turned sharply away. "What monster could ever do such a thing?''

Her breath hitched, eyes welling with tears as she shuddered at the realization.

'He's going to kill me.'

He turned back to her, ready to keep going. The look on her face froze him. He started to chuckle so hard he had to hold his chest and rest a hand on the window seal near him. How seriously had she actually taken him?

She paused, frozen with confused fear. He seemed to gather himself for a moment before bursting into laughter again; a soft snort caused a confused smile to form on Sona's face despite the situation.

''Your soul and body will live on. With me, darling.'' His laughter slowly began to die down. Once again he grew serious.

To Sona, he didn't need Whisper in his hand to be scary. Though it certainly hadn't helped seeing him with it the night before. She suddenly wondered where his guns were, and her eyes scanned his entire frame.

"Only one will know of the truth, my dear. The one who has the power to make what others will soon believe, a reality. Do not forget that. Assure me that you will not.''

She could feel the air of seriousness about him. He was basically saying she would never be herself again. It was a mind boggling thought; one hard to wrap her head around. Even still, when he arched an eyebrow, she nodded to signal her understanding. The reality of her situation brought both tears of sadness and relief to her eyes. She would not die, truly. But in tern, wouldn't she? Before her thoughts could continue, he offered her a small cloth. A strange feeling of relaxation came upon her.

"No tears, now. Your rebirth is fast approaching.'' His eyes lingered on hers and she saw his face. His true face. She who could never speak of it.

His hand gently found her cheek and he sighed. "You...will be so beautiful."

She did not know how to respond, so she simply stared back him. He continued as his thumb stroked away a tear.

"I will not kill you, my dear. I will show you life. My life.''