(Katarina - PoV) (Slightly Earlier)
My mirror rings. Who could that be?
I answer it and...damn my luck and the gods.
"What do you want Leblanc?" I ask with a sigh. I just finished talking with her earlier. Twice in one day really is too much.
Once is too much but an occasional necessary evil.
"Oh, what's with that tone? I bring such good news!" she claims.
"I'm sure you do." I convey my disbelief through my voice as best as possible. Her interpretation of good tends to be quite debatable.
"Now now, really darling. I know that your new friend Luxanna is in need of a teacher. As much as I would love to do so myself..."
Over my dead body. Along with Garen, Swain, Darius, and everyone else I can manage.
"...I was speaking to a dear friend of mine, and she was most interested. Insistent even. And while you and I may have our little disagreements, I do believe you would be approving of her," the bitch claims.
"Who?" I ask, not believing her for a moment.
"The great Morgana herself."
...Ok, ok. Morgana is one hell of a mage, absolutely worthy of respect. She has never shown any signs of being part of Leblanc's faction, even if she does occasionally deal with her like everyone else, and is very reasonable to deal with. And she runs the best bakery in the city.
I narrow my eyes.
"What's the catch?"
The bitch smiles.
"No catch my dear. I've already got my favor just by conveying the offer." ...Really? "In fact, I would even go so far as to say the opposite. Everything you know about Morgana? There is more. I won't spill her secrets here..." Just mine then. In front of the entire fucking world. "...but she is significantly more than she lets on."
Leblanc drops the airy pretense and actually looks at me seriously, something I have never seen before.
"In all seriousness Katarina, Morgana is a far, far bigger deal than she lets on. I would highly recommend you at least consider her offer, even if the choice to accept is, of course, up to your group."
And the mask is back on.
"Toodles!"
She closes the connection before I can reply.
...Bitch.
My thoughts are racing as we step out of the bakery, with Lux eating her damned(blessed?) cookies. That she extorted out of the angel. In exchange for the angel agreeing to give her power.
The girl is fucking insane. But I already knew that. We are working on it. Sorta.
What have I gotten myself into? What did that bitch Leblanc get me into? Damnit Leblanc, you set me up!
I mean come on, I have spent my life training to be Noxus premier assassin! I am a Champion! Father is a General! I don't exactly run in low circles. And yet somehow ever since I met these two, things seem to be escalating rapidly.
An angel. An actual angel. Sort of The Angel even. Few in Noxus believed in that shit. We all thought it was more Demacian lies and propaganda. Except the bitch apparently.
And now I've met her.
And...I suspect I am going to get to know her very well indeed.
I had figured we were going to be in trouble when Lux spent the first half of the conversation with her eyes glued firmly to Morgana's tits. I don't know if she even heard a word of it.
At least the Lost fucking Angel didn't take offense.
No, instead that has kicked off an entirely new set of problems. Now I don't know which one of them is going to seduce the other one. Or how the rest of us are going to fit into it. Did Garen even notice? I suppose I could take advantage to get some alone time with him but...
Right. Lost Angel of Demacia. And here I go focusing on relationship drama.
How my priorities have shifted. Then again, making sure we don't bring Divine Wrath down upon Noxus over who is fucking who is pretty important.
...
And to think, all of this started because of Lux's little prank with glowy fucking wings...
We didn't expect an actual fucking angel to show up to object. Approve. Whatever the fuck she is doing.
...
She said she doesn't want to be alone anymore, wants a partner...
...
She's not secretly a dude, is she?
(Morgana - PoV)
I am surprised to hear my mirror go off.
Please don't be Leblanc, please don't be Leblanc...
"Katarina?"
You were just here.
"Morgana, sorry to bother you so soon. So, I know you don't want your, err, secrets going public but, it is rather important. I was wondering if you would mind me reporting the information to Swain."
I freeze. Of course. She is a Noxian agent, of course she would want to give the information to her master.
"I am asking!" She assures me. "If you say no, I will sit on it, I don't think he has to know, but it could prove useful, even if we only ever use Lux's status in the future."
It is...not unreasonable. And Swain is very good at keeping secrets.
I close my eyes.
So long. So long remaining hidden...
"Very well." I agree. "Make sure he knows I wish to maintain my quiet life. But if you think it will help our little Luxanna? So be it. I trust the good General's discretion."
I can see the relief on her face. She may have kept my secret, but she did not like the idea of keeping such information from Swain. I...do not blame her.
She hesitates.
"Is that all?" I ask her.
She is not meeting my eyes. How odd.
"Katarina?"
"Are you a dude?" she blurts out.
...
I cannot have heard her correctly. Did Leblanc give me a defective mirror?
"I...beg your pardon?"
"I, ok look your, err, obsession with Lux, you're looking for a "partner," got me thinking and...just answer the question ok? Are you a dude?"
...
I...I don't even...
"No. No Katarina. I am not a male. I have no...male bits. I...how did we even...are we done here?"
"Yeah, yeah ok. Sorry, I didn't mean to like, accuse you, or anything, I just couldn't get the thought outta my head. I don't know, I'm sorry!"
I open my mouth to reply but, what do I even say to that?
I shake my head and close the connection.
I actually wish it had been Leblanc calling.
...
She must never find out about this conversation.