(Garen - PoV)
Training with Kat has once more reverted to her cutting me to pieces.
Due to her agreement with Lux, she is now insisting we fight naked, which is rather distracting now that I know what she is offering.
I am not sure how I feel, watching her sensuously lick my blood off one of her blades, just out of my reach.
...Other parts of me are less conflicted.
I am grateful she has not elected to cut me there. Then again it is not entirely surprising, given what she has offered as a reward if I manage to pin her again.
I dash forward. She easily dodges the overhead chop, and ducks under the transition into a spin. I lash outward with my hand in an attempt to grab her but she Shunpos behind me. I feel two sharp impacts to my back, but by the time I turn she is dancing away with a laugh, the daggers remaining lodged in my back.
Yeah, this could be going better. It is rather hard to focus with all of that swinging around in my face.
Lux watches from the sidelines, her face rather conflicted. On the one hand, I am getting wrecked, and she isn't used to the bloodshed. On the other hand, well, the two of us are both naked.
A loud buzzing ring interrupts our match.
Damn.
"Well, that is unfortunate," Kat says.
She truly does look disappointed.
My shoulders slump. I have to be better.
Her frown turns into a small smirk instead.
"There are other games we can play instead," she suggests.
What?
"Lux, come over here, I have something I want to show you..."
After our second, erm, training session, we have lunch. I did eventually remember to remove the daggers from my back...after Lux complained about me bleeding on everything.
Kat's dining room is stupidly large considering she has been living here alone. Even now we easily have room for a running food fight and I really shouldn't give Lux any ideas, we have already been terrible guests.
Do we still count as guests now that we are in a relationship? I mean it is rude regardless, but...
"So," Kat announces as we are finishing. "While Garen and I's training is...going, Lux is going to need her own soon. You have certainly gotten plenty of offers. Too many, in fact. Your little light show during the announcement has brought a lot of attention."
Lux flushes. "I didn't expect it, ok?! I just wanted to show off a bit and make Demacia feel bad! I didn't expect...everything!"
She is so adorable when she gets flustered. I pat her head.
She flushes further but leans into my hand anyway.
Kat shakes her head. "That wasn't a negative Lux. Your trick has skyrocketed you from "Garen's sister" into "big deal."
I smile, proud of her. Even Swain praised her after the event. My sister is best sister.
"One, in particular, stands out, however," Kat continues. "Morgana."
The Champion?
"The Champion?" Lux asks.
"Indeed," Kat confirms. "Not only that, but my sources say there is a lot more to her than she has shown the public. That she is signficantly more capable than she has publicly shown."
That...would be quite something. Champions are a big deal. You have to pull some major oooph to become one. To do so while not only holding back but holding back a lot? Morgana is no slouch in the League and has a very reasonable temperament from what I have seen.
Very much something worth looking into.
I look at my sister.
Only the best for Lux.
"Well, I am certainly interested, I have no objections to her. What do you think Lux?"
She shrugs.
"You know your fellow Champions. If you think she can teach me I am willing to give her a shot. Just as long as I can come home with you every night."
I chuckle at her priorities.
Not that I disagree. Anyone that wants to whisk her away for, well, any length of time will be sorely disappointed. I am not sure if I will be willing to leave her side for even a moment.
"Anyone saying otherwise will have a fight on their hands," I assure her. "So, where does she want to meet?"
"At her bakery," Kat tells us.
What?
"She has a bakery?" Lux asks.
Kat nods. "Sinful Succulence. It's fantastic, actually, she is an amazing cook. Morgana doesn't fight in the League very often, spending most of her time running her shop. She should have plenty of time to train you if we do reach an agreement."
That is good but...odd.
Champions, you never can tell.
...
I look over at my sister. Who I am in an intimate relationship with.
...
Glass houses Garen, glass houses.
(Morgana - PoV)
Katarina contacted me, confirming they will be coming over today to discuss me training Lux.
I am sitting in the empty shop, waiting. Trying to control my nerves.
I should not be this nervous. This should not big such a big deal to me.
By all objective measures, I am the one doing them a massive favor. Even ignoring my hidden nature, training under a mage of my demonstrated skill, power, and experience is a huge boon for a young mage.
...
I fight to control my fidgeting. To maintain my cool persona.
She won't even be wearing the wings. I doubt she will use them much at all. Unless I ask...
...
I will have to.
I will have to explain everything. And I will.
I want this.
Gods, I can barely control my jitters, I am like the worst Zaunite junkie.
Yes, that will be my price. I will train her, to the best of my capability, my true capability, but I want her to use the wings. I don't care if they are an illusion, though I will do my best to make them more. I...I want, I need a companion, even if it is a pale shadow of my dear sister.
I have been alone for far too long, I can feel the hole and it hurts, oh gods it hurts, no matter how much I try to ignore it.
The girl may be the barest of bandages but, she will be something.
I dry the tears that flow steadily down my face. When did I start crying? I don't know.
I can't let them see me like this. Can I? Katarina is trained to take advantage of any weakness...but the Demacians...would they seize the opportunity for a better deal or be more likely to sympathize with a lost sibling? I don't know...
I decide to compose myself as best as possible when I hear the knock at the door.
It is time. Leblanc played her part, now it is up to me.
Come then Morgana, time to forge yourself a new angel.