Kassadin stared at Talon. "I want to know." He said simply. Talon nodded slowly, an eyebrow raised. When Kassadin said nothing more, the assassin grew irritated.
"Okay…You want to know what exactly?" Talon raised himself into a sitting position and winced slightly before leaning his back against his pillows.
Kassadins yellow eyes seemed to light up with curiosity. "You. It has been long since any creature has defeated me, no mortal came close before thatday on the rift. So I must know, how were you taught? You fight with a determination I have never seen."
Talon couldn't keep his laugh from escaping. "You must be put against unskilled opponents." He leaned his head against the wall, laughing again. "But to answer you, I taught myself." He stated and craned his neck, examining his torso and scowling. Those should make for interesting scars. His thoughts were interrupted by the man next to him, who finally spoke.
"Fascinating. You must have had sparring partners when you were a child?" Kassadin had shifted positions, one leg pulled up onto the bed and bent at the knee.
Talon shook his head, his curiosity was annoying. "No. No sparring partners. I was alone, and I was a thief. It was either learn to fight or die." Talon rolled his shoulders before turning to look at Kassadin, his expression was cold. "My past isn't really any of your business, though."
Kassadin nodded. He wanted to pry more information out of the assassin, but he held his tongue.
A silence fell over the pair, and Talon had begun to grow uncomfortable by the void walkers presence. He wondered why he was still here, and what purpose he had behind questioning him. He was uneasy knowing that his adoptive sisters were out on a mission and that they were alone in this mansion. In his weakened state he knew if this man so chose, he could end his life. Talon ducked his head slightly, letting his hair shroud his eyes as he observed the man next to him. Kassadin was looking around the room, his eyes scanning the various blades that hung on the walls and the ones that were thrown carelessly into corners and on chairs.
Kassadin spoke as he looked around. "You may question me as well, if you wish." His voice was blank, giving nothing away as to what he was thinking.
"Alright, I have just one. Why are you still here?" Talon let his irritation show, and at hearing this Kassadin turned to face him.
"I am in-directly offering my assistance to you, assassin. You are alone here. I am sure you have many enemies wishing to kill you and this is the perfect opportunity for them to do so." He said matter-of-factly, still staring at Talon.
"What's to say you won't kill me yourself?" Talon asked, returning Kassadin's serious look with his own cold one.
"I haven't a reason to kill you." He replied, and then a smirk formed on his lips. "Besides, I wish to fight you again one day. I do not lose twice." Kassadin leaned against one of the posts at the end of Talon's bed, and turned his gaze to the ceiling.
He seemed to be telling the truth but even so, Talon's nerves were not settled. He hated to admit it but Kassadin was right, he wouldn't be able to fend off would-be attackers. Sighing heavily, he nodded. "Fine. You can stay in the guest room, just until I regain my strength." He stopped for a moment, before continuing. "and don't touch my shit."
Kassadin laughed suddenly, which caused Talon to scowl. "Very well assassin, your possessions shall remain untouched. But I will not be staying in the guest room."
Talon was momentarily confused, and then a feeling of horror came over him when he figured out what the void walker meant. "No. No, absolutely not." He shook his head furiously. Talon's reaction only made Kassadin laugh once more.
"You are in no position to argue with me. Besides.." He leaned closer to Talon, his breath warm on his face. "If I was able to sneak in here so easily, surely someone else could." He whispered, in a quietly mocking tone.
Talon growled and Kassadin laughed again, which only pissed Talon off more. He sat up slowly and swung his legs off of the bed, standing was a challenge but after a few moments he was able to pull himself up with use of the nearby wall. Kassadin had walked over to him, and motioned for him to toss his arm around his shoulders to which Talon shook his head.
"I can walk on my own." He spat. But after taking a few steps Kassadin had to hold an arm out to keep him from collapsing. Kassadin huffed and grabbed Talons arm, he was about to drape it over his shoulders but realized that his height might make the position more painful for the assassin than helpful. He instead bent down and lifted Talon into his arm.
"The fuck are you doing? Put me down!" Talon struggled against him, but Kassadin tightened his grip.
"You did not complain last time I carried you."
"That was different!" Talon snapped and tried again to escape his grip, but found it to be futile. Talon sighed heavily and shook his head. "Fine just..I need to shower. Down the hall, third door. I can do the rest myself." He spoke quietly, feeling defeated. Kassadin didn't say a word as he started to walk out of the room. This is so humiliating. Talon thought to himself. He hating the feeling of helplessness he had, and having to rely on somebody else to do simple things.
Kassadin nudged the door open with his foot and walked inside. He sat Talon down carefully next to the sink, and backed away. "You should bewarned, if you fall I will feel obligated to charge in and help you." Talon looked at him, horrified. Kassadin just laughed and left the room.
How infuriating. Talon seethed, and stepped over to the shower, turning the knobs. He quickly shed his clothes and stepped into the shower. He braced himself against the wall and hissed as the water came down against his chest. It burned, but Talon quickly found himself relaxing. He reached over and grabbed a cloth hanging from the shower wall and began gently wiping away the flecks of dried blood and medicine that covered his torso. They don't look as bad as they feel. Talon mused before turning around. He tilted his head back slightly, letting the water wash over his face and down his back. Though the shower relaxed him significantly, he still couldn't shake the uneasy feeling he had due to his current houseguest. He acts strange.. Talon thought, reviewing the things Kassadin had done and said since arriving. He seems..Concerned? Talon wasn't used to people worrying over him, but he didn't know how else to explain it.
Sighing, he turned the shower off and stepped out. Grabbing a towel he noticed that fresh clothes had been sat on the counter for him, along with bandages. Talon wrapped the towel around his waist and shook his head. What a strange man.
**Listened to cheesy love songs while writing this…I want to get into the cute fluff already. ;^;
But anyway, I hope you enjoy! This chapter was a bit shorter than I would have liked..But the next should make up for it. :3