Chapter 1- The Horrors We've Seen
Just another day at the institute of war, champions and summonors beginning there day in the Institutes cafeteria, most grouped around those from similar backrounds or city states, but most mornings generally went by without incidint with so many different champs in the same room, in fact many odd friendships sprang up at the League, maybe that was some hidden agenda of the summoners to promote world peace by encourageing friendships between prominent figures of opposing city states, but right now the hidden agendas of the summoners arn't really our concern are they, no our story starts at a rather common sight in the League of legends.
"10 letter word for social with a G in the fourth spot?" Mused Sivir aloud clicking her pen in a very obnoxious way staring at the crossward puzzle on the back of her issue of The Journal Of Justice.
"Gregarious." Replied Leblanc without even looking up from what she happened to be reading in her issue of The Journal Of Justice.
"Rrrright." Said Sivir beginning to fill in the little crossword squares.
"Doesn't having someone give you all the answers negate the purpose of a puzzle?" Asked Kalista who sat with her hands in her lap, clearly waiting for someone since she never ate anything, she was a fairly common sight at this particular table every morning.
"VIGTORY ISH SHTILL VIGTORY!" Stated Sivir through a mouthfull of cereal, then she began frantically looking for something "Hey?" She swallowed "Where's the little tray thingy with the bacon bits at?"
Leblanc sighed reaching into the tray next to her and pulling out a packet of Imitation Bacon Bits (Like not even real bacon bits, but those little hard crunchy fake ones that go on salades) and handed them to Sivir. "Here."
"Thanks." Replied Sivir happily pouring the whole packet into her bowl of cornflakes.
"How do you stomach that?" Asked Leblanc in disgust wrinkling her nose at Sivir's corflakes and bacon bits mix.
"I have a very refined palette." Replied Sivir proudly.
"You mean lack of a palette." Came a voice that had not been there before.
"Good morning Evelyn." Stated Kalista without even looking as Evelyn appeared on the bench right next to her holding a glass filled with crimson liquid.
"Whats in the glass?" Questioned Sivir eyeing it as she took another spoonful of cereal.
"Blood." Replied Evelyn placing her elbows on the table and taking a sip.
"Gross." Gagged Sivir into her cereal.
"Its tomato juice." Said Leblanc with a sigh and without looking up from her Journal issue that she had gone back to.
At that moment an earsplitting screech was heard, and on cue as if it had happened a hundred times before that (and it had) everyone lifted there assorted items off the table, as Valor came in for a landing, and sauntered down the table to where Mordekaiser and Swain sat engrossed in a game of chess, obviously looking for Beatrice, Swains Raven.
(Morning routines, crazy and weird am I right) any way back to the story)
Evelyn still watching the eagle as everyone placed there assorted items back on the table simply asked. "So who are you ladies spying on today?"
"We don't spy." Stated Sivir defensivly.
"Not so loud Idiot." Hissed Leblanc.
Evelyn chuckled as Sivir said more quetly this time."We observe."
"Right, because there's such a difference."Teased Evelyn with a smile.
"We try to learn how other couples make it work." Explained Leblanc.
"Becuase you two are such hopeless romantics, hunny if the two of you just worked those goods you'd find men." Leblanc snorted into her orange juice as Evelyn said it.
"Eleven letter word for a learning method with an S in the..."
Leblanc interrupted Sivir saying "Kinesthetic."
"Isnt that cheating?" Asked Evelyn.
"That's what I asked." Stated Kalista.
Evelyn gave a funny look and Leblanc just Sighed.
"Anyway who is it today ladies?"
"We were hoping you had a lead O Lady Of Gossip." Replied Sivir.
"PUH-lease, everyone knows thats Cassiopia."Retorted Evelyn.
"Yea but I don't Like talking to Renektons scaley asshole." Whined Sivir.
"You really do hate her don't you?" Asked Evelyn. "Lucky for you I've heard some juicy gossip."
Sivir and Leblanc leaned closer.
Evelyn looked from side to side, then whispered. "Vayne and Lucian might be a thing."
"Makes sense, they are kind of over zelious in there persecution of the undead." Mused Leblanc aloud.
"Anyways ladies, there is the condition of my normal fee for such juicy gossip."
"Rrrrright, we promise to tell you anything interesting if it pans out." Answered Sivir.
"Naturally." Added Leblanc.
"Well with that Kal and I are off." Said Evelyn standing up from the table leaving her glass for the janitors.
"We are?" Questioned Kalista who looked as though she wasn't aware of what was going on.
"Match, Duh." Stated Evelyn pulling on her arm, and Kalista obliged being pulled from the room.
"Think theres anything between those two?" asked Sivir watching them go.
"Dunno, and Kalista still does technically have a contract on me, and I'm not going to tempt her into fullfilling it by spying on them." Answered Leblanc. "Besides I like them."
"True, true, so what are we doing untill noon?"
Leblanc made a frown. "Whats at Noon?"
"Match."
"Why do I never get picked?" Leblanc asked with a slight pout.
"Your Difficulty is to high." Answered Sivir with a smile.
Leblanc sighed. "We could plan."
"Your room or mine E?" Asked Sivir getting up.
Though Leblanc would never admit it she had always liked Sivir's room. It had a light brown stone floor, that always seemed warm on the bare foot, and the air was always cool, the two in combination gave the same feeling as being warm in bed, but laying your head on a cool pillow, very comfortable.
The windows were covered with dark turquoise curtains, but they couldn't block all the sunlight, it made them glow with turquoise, casting the soft light on everything, but that wasn't the only source of light. Sivir had many lamps of all kinds, from lava to tesla, even snowdown lights draped from the ceiling looking like little twinkling stars, and several lazer lights, and even a disco ball, and all this some how never managed to give Leblanc a headache.
The walls Had been plastered with flags and crest, and paintings, and posters. with shelves on the bare spots, holding tools, and nick nacks and gadgets from nearly every nation and place in Valoran, but Leblanc's favriot would be the section of wall tacked with a myriad of photos, all of her and Sivir from throughout the years. Sivir had a habit that Leblanc routinly called annoying, of taking selfies at bad moments with her and printing them out and tacking them there to always keep the memory close as she said.
Sivir's unassuming couch was tucked into the corner of the room, with her coffee table sitting just infront of it, which Leblanc also liked, It had a glass top that showed the Shuriman Tomb cactus beneath, it didn't need sunlight and even glowed at night. Legend has it that that particular breed of cactus glowed the the energy of lost spirit's that wondered to close and were sucked in, to forever be stuck possessing a cactus, Sivir and Leblanc had always joked about what a terrible way that would be to go, driven insane by a possesed cactus.
Sivir's kitchen was rather bare bones, and her fridge only ever even stayed stocked because Leblanc stayed there 4 days a week, and was partial to midnight snacking, which couldnt happen if there were no snacks.
Sivir's Bed took up the center of the room, a massive four poster, very antic looking, and out of place in the room that looked as though groovy ol Zilean vomited on one of his famous trips and someone decorated a room with it, and the mattress was made of the softest down Lablanc had ever felt, and looking at it she remembered all the times her and Sivir had fallen asleep in it watching cheesy horror flicks, and how perfectly angled her bed was to give an excellent view of Sivir's rather large T.V. mounted on a clear bit of wall opposite the bed.
Leading out of her room were two doors, one Leblanc knew led to Sivirs luxurious bathroom, complete with a full bath complete with water jets, Leblanc's room unfortunatly lacked such a nice bathroom. Sivir also kept her wardrobe in here, hung above the washing machine in the closet, with shelves lined with bath towels, and shoes that didn't see daily use in the floor of the closet.
Sivir began walking to the other door, and Leblanc followed, what most champions used as a bedroom, Sivir had converted into a spacious study. Shelves lined the walls, with several bean bag chairs in the center of the room, Sivir had alot of books, books on every land, maps, guides, atlas'es, encyclopedias, and books upon books upon books of myths and legends, Sivir's work was after all dependent upon being able to find tombs, descerning their location from old stories and folktales in combination with geography, and Leblanc would give it to her she was very good at it.
Siver went to the closet, and pulled the double doors apart, revealing a chalkboard."Okay lets get started."
"Lets put down what we know first." Said Leblanc used to this routine by now as she a Sivir began to plan.
"Right mission type." Said Sivir aloud as she wrote it in chalk. "We have it on good faith that Vayne and Lucian are a thing, and Ev is usually right, so we skip the recon phase and go to." Sivir began writing "Direct Observation." She underlined the two words.
"We go tonight then?" Asked Leblanc.
"I don't know, she is the Night Hunter, wouldn't she be out night hunting or what ever it is she does?" Asked Sivir aloud.
"Siv, It's the institute, she can't kill anyone, so why would she waste her time?" Asked Leblanc.
"Rrrrright." Responded Sivir thinking about it. "Night mission then, and tonight is'nt a full moon so it's good as any I suppose."
"Doesnt that leave infiltration type?" Asked Leblanc, watching Sivir nod she continued "Her quarters are in the Demacian wing, I can't hide us from that many so I say we go through the bedroom window."
"Pretty sure it's on the second floor." Sivir stated with a tone that was almost questioning.
Leblanc Sighed "Hello, master of teleportation and etherial chains, trust me I've got it." She Bragged.
"Rrrright, what are we expecting for security?"
"She's a crazy paranoid bitch when it comes to undead, i'd guess shes got black magic wards up, all openings lined with silver, iron, and salt, lots of water running through the walls, Etc Etc normal crazy people preperations for the undead apocalypse." Droned Leblanc.
"Well we are'nt undead, and you're magic is gray not black, so we should be fine, but she's a noble so I say she's got a secret passage."
"What?"
"All nobles do, It's like a thing, its where she keeps her dungeon, or gold, or hell if I know her craycray meds, what ever, but I know the type, she's gotta secret passage." Explained Sivir writing secret passage on the chalkboard and underlining it.
"Siv I'm a noble, does that mean I have a secret passage in my room." Leblanc asked in an incredulous tone.
"Duh, its were you keep your porn stash." Answered Sivir in a joking tone.
"Jokes aside, what tools would we need to find this secret passage?"
"I've got a spare oracles elixer."
Leblanc raised an eyebrow."Really?" Sivir had often times brought mana potions and such on there missions, but Leblanc had never asked where she got them off the fields.
"Yea, and three mana potions for you, just incase."
"Where do you get this kind of stuff?" asked Leblanc finally deciding she needed to know.
"Gangplank runs a black market down in the redlight under the institute."
"Really, where does he get this stuff?"
Sivir Shrugged
"Do they sell anything else good?"
"Fair warning they only deal in RP but they have everything from a dagger that makes you look like someone else, to an acne cream that makes zits dissaper to this Lube that..."
"Siv." Interrupted Leblanc."T.M.I. about the lube."
"E." Mocked Sivir in the way she had been interupetd."I was gonna say it's perfect for squeeky door hinges, GEEZ get your mind out of the gutter."
Leblanc shook her head and asked "Anyway, are we wearing the usual?"
"Yea, dark clothes, we can meet up and do eachothers facepaints, and nothing shiney."
"That everything?" Asked Leblanc.
"Well we don't have a map of her quarters so yea that about covers it." Concluded Sivir.
"Meet you back here after your match then."
"You know the password."
Leblanc nodded and got up to go, absent midedly throwing back a "Good Luck."
Walking out Leblanc nearly ran into Akali, who didn't think twice about the Noxian being in the Shuriman wing, everyone knew they were friends, and most suspected they were even more then that. Akali though was lost in her own thoughts though, thoughts about a certain enlightened one and her crush on the will of the blades.
"What does she see in her?" Akali lamented "What does Irelia have that I don't"
Shen's words echoed in her head. "Give it time and balance will dictate if you are meant to be."
"What does Karma see in her, and how can she ignore Karma for Syndra the Dark bitch." Akali thought to herself, wishing to the universe for just one shot at Karma.
Akali's phone vibrated and she absent mindedly took it out, read the txt and "FUCK IM LATE." she took off at a run "Lux is gonna kill me."
(Poor Akali)
(Anyways back to the good stuff sometime later)
Leblanc keyed in the password to her door, Draaaven, with three A's specifically, it was an inside joke between her and Sivir who had the same password. The story goes along the lines that they were spying on ...err...Observing Draven with a female summoner, he had takin her to a secluded place outside the institue with lots of tree cover and Leblanc and Sivir had followed, but anyway when he ...uhhh... disrobed ...if you could call it that..., he had Draaaven tatooed right below his belly button in fancy cursive writing, kind of like a reverse tramp stamp, which was hilarious but not even the best part, what nearly got them caught from laughing so hard was his hair, you know his carpet, was trimmed in the same shape as his mustache, and fell down on either side of his average sized package, even to this day Leblanc still smiled at that memory and of Sivir joking about doing the same thing with her carpet and wearing a Bikini everywhere, and so to them any unsightly body hair had become known as a Draaaven.
Leblanc smiled at the memory only to be pulled from memory by a hidious screech coming from her door, the hinges specifically, she sighed, loud doors had a habit of drawing unwanted attention to secret spy missions in the middle of the night, so she had to fix that, and what Sivir had said earlier came to mind about the door lubricant, Leblanc sighed again and headed off towards the redlight to find the black market, deciding to check it out for herself, and find some lubricant for door hinges.
The Institutes Redlight wasn't the most friendly of places but Leblanc could handle herself, she looked down the street, Ahri and Sona owned the part night club part hotel at the end of the street named Neutral Ground, and Leblanc could just make out Galio and Aatrox acting as bouncers, all champions aloud, well almost all anyway, it was summoners and others who had to wait in line.
Leblanc looked down the stairs to her right, she had come from up and the stair case continued down into the depths where the voidlings and other dark things stayed, and she had no inclination to go down there, so she started walking, looking at the various stores and stalls, mostly illicit in nature, she didn't come down here often as the more reputable buisnesses above served her needs.
She noticed Urgots taxedermy to her left, and she could spot Rengar leaning with an elbow on the counter laughing at something she couldn't hear with the Noxian, Gnar in the front of the store playing with a stuffed bird, everyone knew they were hunting partners.
To her right was Janna's store Breathless with its blacked out windows, everyone knew what she sold there, and Leblanc curiously spotted Twitch coming out of the store with several large bags, one of which had a large pink pleasure giver potruding from it, and Leblanc hastily decided it wasn't good for her to question that, and even the thought of what it insinuated made her feel as if she needed a bath, and then a shower, and another bath.
She came to a halt when she found what she was looking for, Looking up at the huge bright red neon sighn above she read" GANGPLANKS BLACK MARKET", with a picture of Gangplank and a caption that said For Pirates.
"Discreet." Deadpanned Leblanc shaking her head and walking in.
As the door opened to a rather corwded looking little store that looked as though several yard sales and garage sales vomitted into one large flea market, she heard "Yea?"
Leblanc turned to see the most pathetic looking pirate she had ever seen round the corner around a shelf. He was seriously wearing a rainbow bandanna, with an ear ring in his right ear lobe, several gawdy large looking chains around his neck, pink pants, a white blous with a black vest, and an eyepatch over his left eye that had an XD smiley face on it, yet he had the most serious face Leblanc had seen in a while with the begginings of a real neck beard starting, but he was about 3 inches shorter then Leblanc and had maybe 50 Ibs on her.
"Yaharr, what'll ye be needin today lass?"
"..." Leblanc raised an eyebrow.
"Well Lass?" Said the Pirate.
"Uhhhh."
The Pirate crossed his arms and growled "Spit it out girly."
"My, uh, friend said i could find some good door hinge lubricant here." Stammered Leblanc now trying to stifle a laugh.
"Door Lubricant, is that whacha call it?" asked the Pirate and Leblanc nodded. "Yea we got that, this way."
Leblanc looked around as she walked, all the pirate themed paraphernalia made her feel as if she was about to catch scurvy right then and there.
"Gotcher backdoor grease right chere." Growled the pirate but Leblanc missed the insinuation looking at what was right above it.
"NO FRIGGEN WAY!" She exclaimed.
"Yea we got that in today and dont ask how."
She picked it up "Does it work?"
"Course it works"
"How much?" She asked.
"2500 RP" Growled the Pirate. (he talks in growling and angry neckbeard beard language)
"Can you do any better then that?" Begged Leblanc.
"Yea I can come down to 2500 RP lass this ain't a yerdsale"
Leblanc Sighed.
Walking home with a bag under her arms Leblanc Txted Sivir.
Sivir felt her phone vibrate, and pulled it from her bra, checking the txt.
-From Leblanc- Hey I found something awesome that'll help with our mission, hurry up and finish your match.
Sivir smiled as she txted back when she heard "Head in the game plz" through game chat.
"Sorry Sona had a Txt." replied Sivir.
":) it's k"
Sivir walked into her room, waking Leblanc who had been sleeping on the couch.
"Did you win?" asked Leblanc as Sivir had breezed right through the room to the Kitchen.
"Yea it was mostly scrub bustin, we got a GG at 20 when the enemies surrenedered, but the summoners had to talk for like ever after the match about mistakes and stuff, champs shouldn't have to stay for that." Droned Sivir looking into the fridge.
Leblanc Yawned, and rubbed her eyes. "Sodas in the bottom drawer."
"Thanks" Leblanc heard in reply along with the tell tale sound of a tab being pulled.
"Why do I know you're fridge better then you?"
"You stock it." Retorted Sivir glad she had a friend like Leblanc. "Anyway what is it you wanted to show me?"
Leblanc nodded to the coffee table, a small unassuming gilded square locket made of gold sat in the middle, Sivir picked it up and flipped it open, setting her soda down.
Looking at it, it seemed to take a moment for her to realise what it was but when she did "NO FUCKIN WAY."
Leblanc nodded, I've been playing with it all day, really works."
"WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET A MINIMAP?" Squeeled Sivir who had been looking for one for quite some time, the summoners strictly controlled their creation and who had them.
"Found it at Gangplanks Black Market." Replied Leblanc making sure to add "For Pirates."
"What were you doin there?" asked Sivir taking her eyes off the minimap.
"My door was squeeking, and squeeky doors arn't good for sneaking around." Explained Leblanc.
Sivir burst into full on hysterical laughing.
Earlier that day when Leblanc was returning from the black market
Leblanc felt her phone vibrate and pulled it out to check the Txt from Sivir.
-From Shuriman Xena- THTS GR8 CNT WAIT 2 C, BTW MTCH NRLY DONE, U SUK AT TXTN, LUV SIVIR :):):) XD 3
Leblanc Sighed as she typed her password to unlock the door, and there was that aweful screech. "Time to fix that." she thought to herself.
Opening her bag she pulled out the door lubricant."Sailors Grease" she read aloud.'Hmmm, fills all lubrication needs from mast to poopdeck onboard any ship." She spilled the contents of the box into her hand, a small tube not unlike that which tooth paste comes in.
She unscrewed the cap and squeezed a small amount onto her finger, it was clear and smelled of pineapples, and she had a strong urge to taste it. (Thats Normal right :))
Needless to say it tassted like it smelled, fruity. :)
She rubbed her finger and thumb together and it was incredibly slippery "Perfect." stated Leblanc as she applied it to her door hinges zealously.
"Squeek now, I dare you." She said in victory testing the door.
It worked pretty well suprisingly, but she did notice her hand sstarted to feel all tingly and warm so she decided to wash them thinking it was nothing.
(Back to the present)
Leblanc thought over what she had said wondering what she had said that was so funny.
"What?" Asked Leblanc with a raised eyebrow.
"Lemme get this straight, you put Sailors Grease on you're door hinges." questioned Sivir in between fits of laughter.
"Yea, and it worked like a charm like you said." Replied Lablanc still not getting what she missed.
"E, I was kidding about that." Giggled Sivir.
"About what?" Asked Leblanc crossing her arms.
"You said T.M.I. so I made something up so it wouldn't get all awkward."
Leblanc still didn't get it and it showed in her face.
Sivir was shaking with stifled laughter as she said "That's uhhhhh, Private time jelly."
"..." Leblanc's face didn't change as it dawnd on her.
"Sex Lube." Said Sivir bursting into a new fit of laughter.
"I got it Sivir." Deadpanned Lablanc."Thankyou for allowing me to make a fool of my self."
"No prob."
(Later that night, Sivir and Lablanc going through with there plan)
From where they hid behind some thick shrubs. "There." Pointed Sivir.
"I see it." Replied Leblanc pulling Sivir's arm down. "We have to get closer for me to teleport us in."
"Roger that." Said Sivir as she looked up at the dim lit night sky waiting for cloud cover. "Check the minimap to make sure its safe to land in the middle of there bedroom first."
"On it." Leblanc pulled out the Minimap from her back pocket, and looked at it, it had a feint glow to it, but not enough to draw attention, just enough to see it in the dark if you held it close to you're face. "Yea bedrooms clear, Lucians in the living room, and Vayne's in this room here." Leblanc pinted to Vayne's little portrait displayed on the map then something else caught Leblanc's eye. "Hey Riven is in Lux's room."
"What?" Asked Sivir."Never mind we'll check that out later."
At that moment cloudes passed over darkening the sky sufficiently enough to cross open ground to get closer to the building.
"Go!" Whispered Sivir loudly, rolling out from under the shrubs into a cart wheel, rolling in behind several more rocks, and cartwheeling from behind them like some cheesey ninja movie.
Leblanc simply sighed, and walked from behind the shrubs, passing Sivir who insisted on rolling behind amd flipping over everything, Leblanc walking very calmly to just under the window they needed, the first floor windows thankfully all had curtains pulled, and looking back at sivir still rolling behind every stone and flipping out. Leblanc Face Palmed.
"You done?" Asked Leblanc when Sivir finally made her way to where Leblanc stood.
"Yep, beam us up now please." Replied Sivir looking up at the window.
Leblanc shook her head as she placed her hands on Sivirs Shoulders, and then they were standing in Vaynes bedroom as if they had been there all along. "Now shut up while I cast an Illusion spell on us to make us invisible to them, but remember they can still hear us."
Sivir had a look around, one door in and out, and it was cracked with a light behind it shining in, and what sounded like a television on, the bed was fairly standard looking, a weird patterend blanket but thats about it, a lone book shelve on the wall right next to the closet, two night stands next to the bed on wither side, it was a fairly normal looking room.
"OK that should do it" whispered Leblanc.
Sivir had already spotted something interesting and got up to walk over to it, "Hey E check it out." She whispered pointing at what was clearly a vibrator.
"Why does she need that if she has a man?" Asked Lablanc moving next to Sivir where her foot bumped something under the bed. Sivir moved to peak out the door, and what Leblanc discovered was a small box that she pulled out, and upon seeing its contents instantly regretted it.
"Hey, Lucians asleep on the couch." Whispered Sivir turning to see Leblanc stuffing a box back under the bed."What was that?"
"Porn." Leblanc whispered back with a disgusted tone in her voice.
"What, you watch it to?"
"Not man on man on yordle on goat?" replied Leblanc and Sivir very nearly choked trying to stifle a laugh.
"Wow she likes it Kinky then?"
"Yea, but it's to easy, shes's not hiding any of this stuff." stated Leblanc in whisper.
"Maybe Lucian doesn't care." Replied Sivir.
"Or maybe she knows he won't come in here." Leblanc thought aloud.
Just then both women heard a noise that wasnt from the T.V. that sounded muffled.
"Check the minimap." Whispered Sivir.
"No shit." Retorted Leblanc pulling it out and looking for Vayne's Tiny portrait. She pointed at the wall with the oddly placed bookshelf and whispered "Vayne's in there."
Both women eyed the bookshelf at that moment and shared a look something along the lines of "...DUR"
"Told you secret passage." Gloated Sivir as she pulled the oracles elixer from her pocket.
"Shut up and just open it."
It was a simple matter of using the elixer to see through the bookshlf to the locking mechanism and which book it was hooked to, and once opened both women found a dark hallway with a cracked door at the end with light shining from behind.
Both women crept forward, hearing the noise from before, drawn by the light, peaking through the crack in the door, and neither could fully understand what they were looking at at first.
"Is that vayne?" Whispered Sivir from just above Leblanc who crouched below her, looking in.
"Yea, but what's she wearing?" Whispered leblanc looking at Vayne in a very skimpy leather body Suit, with her hair let down, she had her back to them, and both saw her raise what looked to be a tassled whip or scourge or what ever there called above her head, and bring it down hard on something.
"YOU LIKE THAT BITCH!" Yelled vayne, and she recieved a muffled reponse.
Vayne stepped aside and both women whispered "Wwwwhat tttthe ffffuck?"
"Is that a Gimp?" Whisperd Sivir looking at the figure completly covered in black leather and bound, with holes in the leather in all the fun places, some with things potruding.
"Not just any gimp, look at it's back." Leblanc whispered back.
Sivir could just spot the lustrious and luminous wings that were so famous on the fields of justice, the wings that belonged to "OH MY FUCKING GODS THAT'S KAYLE."
"Yes Mistress." Kayle moaned.
"She is kind of hot." Whispered Leblanc.
"Kind of fucked up in the head you mean, C'mon E this is weird lets go." Begged Sivir pulling away and tugging Leblanc's Arm.
"Hold on a sex, this is getting good." Whispered Leblanc, and Sivir didn't say anything to Leblanc's slip of the toungue, she just pulled and little harder and Leblanc gave in and allowed herself to be pulled away, and the two crept out, and back to Sivir's room.
"So shes's cheating on Lucian." Mused Sivir aloud after they made it back to her room.
"No, Honestly I think he's still loyal to his wife." Replied Leblanc still deep in thought.
"Yea but thresh with his one hundred perecent wife steal kinda put an end to that, but seriously why kayle?" Retorted Sivir.
Leblanc thought for a second and said ."Vayne didn't even try to hide her porn or toys, I don't think Lucian goes in there often, maybe he's a roomante or something."
"Weird, like extra cray, but why Kalye?" Asked Sivir still stunned at the thought of the horrors she'd seen.
"She was all bound up, who else do we know is famous for binds?" Asked Leblanc still staring into space.
"NO WAY MORGANA, THATS GROSS!" Shrieked Sivir.
"I think she said no to Kayle, or Kayle's repressed her feelings so much she can't get off without being totally dominated or something and likens Dominatrix's with Morgana now or some complicated, fucked up incesty bullshit or something." Droned Leblanc, still staring into space and Sivir noticed the uncharecteristic language Lablanc used.
"You ok E?" Sivir asked sitting next to her friend.
"Yea" Replied Leblanc getting up and saying, "I'm gonna go take a bath and get this face paint off, and then I'd reccomend you do the same and then we retire for the night." Leblanc was also glad she kept a spare tooth brush and a few clothes over at Sivir's just for occasions like this.
Sivir smiled saying "Sailors Grease is in the middle drawer under the sink."
"SIV." Shrieked Leblanc."T.M.I."
"What, you cant say you wern't gonna." Laughed Sivir, to which Leblanc chuckled.
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