Yay, drama related stuff in this chapter. Plot stuffs coming soon, but this is kinda more of the "sub-plot" of a personal life.

If you would rather I write more plot related stuffs, I promise it is coming. Message me for inspirations/ideas if you think you have some cool ones.

Chapter 6

Great job Quinn, gotta make him run away by thinking you had worse problems than he did. She thought, watching his form run into the woods. She was going to have to follow him now. Judging by his emotions at the time, and how fast he was running, he did not have a plan for where he was going. He probably wants to be alone, and there was no stopping him until he let out his anger and grief. Quinn quickly ran back inside her home, replaced the box with her feather to her nightstand, and quickly ran for the woods. She hadn't tracked in over a year, but it was one of the reasons why she became a scout, how easy it was to track people if you knew what to look for. But tracking wasn't needed to see where is large feet left imprints on the ground, where branches had been swatted away, and where brush had just been broken down and moved. He seemed to be heading to a clearing she remembered in the woods. It was a random clearing in the center of the woods, but, coincidentally, is was the same clearing in which they first met, formally. She was a few yards from the entrance when she stopped. She heard the thumping of two forces meeting brutally. Quickly, she hopped into a tree and kept her pace slow. She didn't know what was going on, but it could be anything.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Like timed beats

When she got to the tree at the edge of the clearing, she saw Darius, hair disheveled and shirt torn, up against a tree, punching it. And it was leaving a mark on it. She slowed her movements to try to get closer to him, but something gave her away. He hesitated for a second, then continued his rhythmic punching of the tree.

"What do you want Quinn?" He growled out. She was surprised he knew it was her.

"What did that tree do to you?" Quinn asked, trying to jumpstart the mood up a few notches.

"Nothing. I just need to punch something that isn't going to hurt me back." He replied.

"It seems to be hurting your knuckles pretty badly there." Quinn said, noticing the blood on his hand and where he was punching.

"Yeah, well I don't feel the pain. Now, my original question; What do you want?" Darius asked, his attention still on the tree in front of him.

"I wanted to see if you were okay, and," She hesitated "And to apologize. For making it sound like I had worse problems than you." He stopped punching the tree at this statement, turning his head to try to find where she was in the canopy.

"Where are you." He asked. When he had his back turned, Quinn leapt out of the tree, knocking him onto his stomach with an grunt. She leaned down and whispered in his ear

"Right behind you."

"I can feel that." He said, twisting underneath her hips to look her in the face. He looked worse up close than farther away. His eyes were bloodshot, his face scratched from pushing through brambles and probably from Quinn knocking him flat on his face in the woods. Twice now. She hadn't moved her face far back from his after he flipped over, and she saw his pupils dilate and his breath hitch. He smelled like mint and chocolate.

"Darius!" A voice called. Darius' face dropped and groaned.

"Stay here please?" Darius asked "It's Garen, and I have to answer him." She frowned, and reluctantly got up off of his waist.

"I'll be right back, I promise." he said before turning away and out the entrance they both came from.

Well, she probably thinks its not in her best interests to stay anyways. But I just hope she will. Darius thought as he went searching for Garen.

"DARIUS!" His voice was getting louder, or he was just yelling harder. Probably both. It was annoying.

"DARIUS GET OUT HERE!" Darius' sighed, running to the entrance to the woods by Quinn's house

"What Garen?" He asked

"What are you doing in the woods? Why did you run after Quinn after the announcement?" Garen asked, his eyes flashing with suspicion and a bit of anger. "Are you two…?"

"NO! I mean, no, it's not like that. She just deserved to know what happened to the man who killed Valor." Darius replied, maybe a little too hastily. Garen raised his hands in mock defeat

"Alright, but you know that people will talk with those kind of actions right?"

"Yeah, well, I don't think many like me anyways." Garen snorted

"Yeah, don't think I didn't see those faces today. I went down to the crowd after the announcement was over. Some were actually happy. They said it was a large step towards peace, having two enemies live in Demacia." He saw Darius' expression "Ah, former enemies."

"Yeah, well, I think i'm going to have to move out of the city's edge soon. Too many faces there I notice from the announcement were not happy."

"Yeah, about that. There is a house I recently vacated when I moved to the palace. No one lives there, or would ever think to break in there. You can have it, I don't use it. It's just down the street from the palace, so no one would think to attack you either. It's yours if you want it." Darius couldn't believe his ears. He would have total access to the old Crownguard Manor? That place was huge.
"Um, uh, yeah, uh, okay." He sputtered.

"Great, here are the keys." garen said, tossing over a keyring. It contained five keys, two gold, a silver, and two bronze. "Silver one is for the main doors. The bronze's are for the Cellar. One for the main, one for the wine cellar. The golden ones are for any locked rooms on floors two or three. I left a bunch of stuff there, so you can go ahead and have anything you choose from it."

He leaned in close to Darius' ear and whispered "Try a vintage snowdown. Back wall." He winked before turning and walking down the path.

"Wait, what is a vintage snowdown?" Darius asked

"You will find it, i'm sure." Garen asked, not even looking over his broad shoulders.

Darius watched him walk down the hill. When he was halfway down, he pocketed the keys and trudged back into the woods.

"Quinn?" Her head popped up from where it was in the tree. She crouched in the boughs, ready to drop down at a moments notice. "Quinn?" came the question again. She adjusted her view to watch the entrance. She saw his form come around a tree and entered the clearing again. She listened. His feet made a crunching noise on what leaves were on the ground. In time with his steps, she made her way over to the tree's over the opening to the clearing. He turned around in the center and scanned the trees.

"Quinn?" She made no reply. He sighed "Why did I think she would wait for me?" He did another turn around, and when his back was to her, she slid down the tree and leaned against it, looking all the while like she had been there the whole time, crossing her eyes and put a frown on her face, hard as it was to keep it that way. As he turned back around to leave, he noticed her there and jumped back.

"What in the name of-" She cut him off by laughing. She couldn't help herself, his face was so funny.

"Did you really think I would leave?" She asked between breaths

"Actually, I didn't know. I spent my life in seclusion for a year, I don't know how people act anymore." Darius replied gruffly. He obviously didn't like being laughed at. This reply just made her laugh more. A hint of a smile touched his lips, and then he was right in front of her. She tried to jump back, startled, but she hit the tree she positioned herself in front of. He placed his palms on either side of her shoulders, trapping her inside the circle of his arms. He was trying to intimidate her, but the joke was on him. She wanted to be closer to him, in his arms. She tilted her head up to look him in his eyes, a smile still on her lips. His pupils had dilated almost to the point where she couldn't see the rich chocolate of his eyes.

"Well, you stopped laughing." He said. He tried to sound pleased, but she heard the undertone of disappointment in his statement.

"You don't sound too happy about it." She replied

"Shut up." he growled

"No." She almost broke out laughing again, if not for the intensity of his stare.

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"N-" He cut her off by capturing her lips against his. He tasted like chocolate and mint, just like he smelled. She wound her arms behind his neck, feeling the soft hair at the nape of his neck, her fingers tangling into the locks behind his head. His arms went around her waist, and she wrapped her legs around his, pulling him ever closer. People said you know when you find the one person you are meant to spend your life with. They say you can feel it everywhere, your head, your arms, your legs, your bones, like you had just drank an entire bottle of Valoran's finest brandy. But most importantly, they tell you of your heart. They say it feels like it grows twice the size, that it expands and you can't get enough breath. Quinn's seemed to have fused back together into one piece again. It had been torn in two with Caleb's death. Valor mended it the best he could, but then it had been torn finding out about Valor, and not just ripped out the stitches Valor put, but also ripped her heart again. Darius had sewn it back together in one simple move, like it was so easy to fix. She would have to confide in him one day, that he had fixed her, that he had taken her heart.

She would have to tell him one day the he had salvaged her soul from the ashes of Valor's pyre.

How nice of an ending. Some of this chapter's inspirations came from some books I have read, and I feel that this, whilst short, seems kind of... uncharacteristic. Garen, handing over the keys to the family house, Quinn not being an introvert, Darius trying to kill a tree instead of a person... I don't know. My feelings towards this chapter are back and forth.

Until next time, Fly High