Chapter Two

Waking up to your favorite person in the whole world, there's nothing better than that Ezreal thought. He was always up before the gem knight. He shared a bed with him almost every night and every morning he loved to stare at the sleeping beauty that was Taric. This morning, however, he had another thought in his mind. He thought of last night when Lux came over. Lux was really cute too, he thought to himself.

WAIT WHAT?!

"What was that thought I just had?" Ezreal said aloud. Taric, sensitive to sounds, awoke at his voice, groggy, but slowly waking up. "Nhnmmmm… Ezreal…? Are you ok? It is not like you to wake me, but you seem distressed over something. My gems tell me so, emerald to be exact."

"Your gems can be wrong ya know." Ezreal said rather agitated. For what, he had no idea. There was a change going on in the Explorer that he couldn't quite understand and that made him more afraid of it.

"Gem magic is never wrong dear Ezreal," he said in his proper yet equally agitated tone, then added with a smirk. "You know that from studying them yourself."

"Whatever, Taric. I'm heading out and don't bother to ask me where because I'm not telling you!"

The Gem Knight, very dismayed by the Explorer's sudden change in personality, scrunches his face up as he left. Not a word from Taric was uttered before his lover left, and that left him to think a little as he always does.

Ezreal was on his way to the Institute of War to clear his mind of the events that had taken at his home with Taric. Little did he realize that the person he was stressing over was also on her way to the Institute.


Lux wandered through the halls of the Institute of war aimlessly. For once, she didn't seem as bright as usual. She was always a cheery girl regardless of the situations that happened around her. Something really bothered her, and she knew well what it was. It was Ezreal she thought quietly to herself. Mind you, she was never a jealous girl either since Ezreal had always been a bit more than a friend in her eyes. He had that beautiful blonde hair and those blue eyes that she would always get lost in if she wasn't careful.

Eventually, she found herself in the spectator's chamber. She sat at her usual spot nearest to Morgana's Café which had just opened up. Ezreal was on the screen she was watching, and she noticed that he was paired up with Sona. "Must be a problem in Ionia," she thought to herself. Almost instantly, as if on cue, Morgana, The Fallen Angel, appeared and asked her, "What bothers you, Lux? It isn't usual for you to not be as bubbly and lacking energy."

"Oh! Um… nothing really. I was just watching Ezreal" she said, turning back to the screen. Ezreal had just hit lv.6 when she noticed that the opposing bot lane was Draven and Taric. Now why would Taric be summoned to a Noxian team? Lux thought alarmed.

The Fallen Angel could read minds and was genuinely worried that the little blonde girl would lose her health over whatever she was dealing with, so she decided to take a peek into Lux's mind. "Taric must owe something to Noxus if he were helping them," Morgana answered her previous thought effortlessly without dropping any hints. "I'm sure that can't be good for their friendship to fight as savagely as they are now"

Lux only laughed at that statement, regaining some of her energy and happiness. "Those two? Fight? Hardly. Those two communicate too well for that." She said, but knew something was off about the way they were fighting. Ezreal had thoroughly destroyed the team of Noxians and Taric almost singlehandedly with the help of some early game Sona. The two almost worked as well as she and Ezreal had all those times before. Rummaging through her memories, Lux remembered all the times that she had saved him with a light shield or binded the enemy ADC while Ezreal punished them with all his abilities. Morgana sensing the sentiment decided she should take her leave, but after stating "Be careful Lux. Taric is not the man you think."

With that, the dark angel left and it was time for her match. Ezreal won his match and now had another before he left for the day with Taric. Again. He would probably forget that they were supposed to head to the library in the Institute to look for more information about his glove. She proceeded to think badly about Ezreal the entire way over to the Summoner's Chambers where Champions were to meet with the summoner that they would be working with for the match. It was another Demacia and Noxus problem and Garen had asked Lux to join this time. She couldn't quite remember specifics, but she did remember that a certain hooded Noxian assassin in purple took out a high official the previous night and Jarvan IV asked a chance to fight them for a large piece of land that would cripple Noxus for a while. Much to her surprise, she found Ezreal there also, talking to the summoner he had just been with and will be once again for the next match.

"E-Ezreal!" She called as she saw him. "What are you doing here? I thought you had another match."

"I do," Her blonde crush simply stated. "I actually will be working with you again! You will be my support while Jarvan takes his usual command of the jungle and your brother will be top lane. Mid will be none other than Sona. We thought it would be best to have Sona mid since your summoner is actually more skilled as support than as a mid laner."

"That's awesome! We still have never lost a lane together and I don't intend to lose today!" the blonde girl exclaimed pretty happily. Then the bell rings telling the champions to get on their summoning platforms.

"Well. See you on the Rift, light mage!" The Explorer said with a wink. "Did I just wink at her?" he thought to himself as he stood on the platform. "What am I thinking! I can't think that way of her when I have Taric. Whatever, I can deal with that later, for now I have to focus on winning this"