(Lux - PoV)

"...due to being unable to field a team, Demacia forfeits the match! Noxus wins!" announcer man...announces.

Some boos and jeers are heard from the audience, who wanted a good show.

"Yes yes, I know. It is rather anticlimatic," he continues. "I wanted to see some good action too. Look folks, this wasn't what we planned either. You still got to see some very unexpected events in the pre-game show and history has been made with Demacia being set to be dissolved due to them. I am afraid you will have to settle for that. Outside out," he says before disappearing.

I certainly am sad I didn't get to see everyone in action. I mean, damn, I got kinda cuntblocked here. I was so excited to finally get to watch a match from the stands. That said...

DEMACIA IS NO FUCKING MORE, FUCK YEAH!

Pumping my fist in joy, I then look over at Cithria.

She's acceptable enough.

I grab her head and-

"Lux? Wha-"

kiss her on the lips. Hard. Use a bit of tongue even. Cmon girl, work with me here.

I would much prefer to have a nice makeout session with Brother to celebrate. Well, more than that really, but that will come later. This will have to do for now.

*Mmmmmwa*

Letting her go, I sit back in my seat, leaving her dazed.

Hmm, she must be a total virgin. She didn't kiss back at all. Still, enjoyable enough I guess. I lick my lips while I consider.

"Wha...what?" she asks slowly, turning red.

"Nothing. Just, Demacia is officially gone and no one else is here to properly celebrate with. Don't make anything of it, I'm still not sharing Brother with you, sorry."

I give her a pity hug.

"Speaking of everyone, let's go find them. I want to get more details and maybe explore the place a bit. Then get laid."

She blushes even harder as I take her hand and drag her out of her seat.

(Sivir - PoV)

Politics? Count me out, I'll go chill by the food. And if I get to follow Morgana? Well, that's just a bonus. Totally.

Grabbing a glass of Gragas Special Reserve from the drinks table(of course he shares the best with his fellows) I slide up next to my target, who is examining the pastries on offer with a critical eye. Doesn't she own a bakery in Noxus?

"So...how much of the old Angel of Demacia stories are true?" I ask her.

"Hmm, it is rather complicated. There were actually two of us," she answers without looking at me. "But enough that if my dear twin sister were still around you would be in rather grave danger considering the places your eyes have been wandering."

Busted. Maybe I should have at least pretended to look at the food?

"Hey now, can't blame a girl for looking, can you?" I ask, hands up in surrender.

"Oh don't worry, my dear. I was the sister of forgiveness and do not take offense. That said, I am afraid I am not overly interested right now. You may, however, have better luck with my protege. Luxanna has similar, quirks, and is even more forward than yourself."

Reaalllly now? This might be the best way to get shot down I have ever experienced.

"Oh? How forward are we talking here?"

Morgana tries a bite of an eclair of some sort, making a face of disappointment, before putting it back on her plate. Such a pity she isn't interested. She is so hot, even without the wings.

"She regularly attempts to destroy my clothing 'by accident' during our training sessions and often gropes me," the angel admits. "I suspect the two of you will get along splendidly."

That...wow, that is forward. Forgiveness, huh...

I eye her speculatively.

"You, are not my little sister. Nor my apprentice, nor an angel. I would advise against attempting such liberties." the ancient Angel of Justice warns me.

...

Point taken, I will keep my hands to myself.

"Cool, cool. I don't suppose I will have a chance to meet her anytime soon?"

"She is currently sitting in the stands. I suspect she will join the League as a Champion, eventually, but not yet. She very much has the power but currently lacks experience. If you spend time around Garen after we are finished here, she will show up."

Certainly sounds like a plan. Not like hanging around with the beefcake will be some great ordeal. Who knows, maybe I can even talk them into a sibling sandwich.

"Awesome, thanks! You are an amazing wing-woman."

I tried to resist, I really did.

Fortunately, she lets out a small titter instead of slapping me.

"Let me know if you change your mind and want some one-on-one time. Or some group action, I'm not picky. Later!"

Unfortunately, I don't manage to catch Garen on the way out after that farce of a...not match? Whatever, I still get paid as if it was a battle.

Now...where could he be? He doesn't usually hang around the Institute much so I doubt he has a place of his own so...duh, the Embassy.

Making my way there I poke around and, yup, find him setting up arrangements for an apartment for the night. One that he and Lux will be staying in? That doesn't necessarily mean anything but...

Huehuehue.

Also, this actually could be a great opportunity.

Strolling over, I throw an arm around the big man's shoulder, with a little more difficulty than I would like to admit.

"What's this I hear about needing a place to stay for the night, hmm? We are teammates now, aren't we? You are welcome to crash at my place for a while. I could use a bit of...company." I've heard he is particularly dense, so make sure to put extra emphasis on the last word and rub on him a bit.

Hrm, perhaps not the best idea, given he is still in his armor from the ceremony and everything. Does he even have a change of clothes here?

The poor desk clerk pauses halfway through filling out paperwork. Sorry to waste your time bud. A least you get a little bit of a show for compensation?

"That is a rather generous offer Sivir." He replies, looking down at me. "I can't say I am...uninterested. That said Lux has been...accompanying me recently. She will be needing to stay as well. Is that a problem?"

Ohh, the big man gets it. And is he saying what I think he is? Fuck yes, sibling time! I honestly didn't expect it from the Demacians, perhaps that is part of why they defected? I suppose Morgana did say that Lux is anything but a prude.

I give him my absolute best sultry smile.

"Not at all, not at all. I have been positively enthralled by the girl ever since I saw her during Noxus's big announcement, she is more than welcome. I would love to entertain the both of you."

He returns my smile with a very nice roguish grin, oh, that is so much better than Mr. solemn duty, before turning to the clerk.

"Apologies, could you put a hold on this? I will need to talk to my sister to be certain, but we appear to have other arrangements."

"Err, yes, yes I believe I can do that sir," the clerk agrees.

I do hope that Garen understands that rumors of his relationship will be flying everywhere within the hour. Or maybe it will be a fun surprise?

"Should we wait for her by the entrance?" I ask.

"Sounds good."

Hmm. I reluctantly release my arm from his shoulder as we walk. He's too damn tall, it would be awkward. I'm not really the holding hands type, that would be a sappy romance thing. Is there a 'we are going to be fucking soon' walk?

I settle for bumping his shoulder regularly as we head towards the entrance and smiling at him. Buddy buddy wink wink, we'll be bumping a lot more later. That should do.

"So," I talk while we wait, "I admit, I never expected you of all people to swap sides. Noxus was really light on the details when the news first came out, but once they released it all? Gods damn...And that bitch Vayne had the gall to call me immoral for being a merc."

Maybe a bit potentially sensitive to bring up but, well, it's current events. Garen's a big boy, he has thick skin, right?

"Vayne," he growls out the name. Shit, there must be some serious history there. "was a sadistic monster who mostly killed other monsters, so got a free pass. The world is better off without her."

"Oh? I noticed she wasn't in Demacia's lineup, did your lot take her out then? Swain hasn't called me out to the field so I haven't really been keeping up with the news on that front."

"Morgana ripped her apart after she tried to murder Lux...again. She was almost successful...again..." he trails off.

Damn, didn't realize how close I had come to losing my shot at tapping that.

...what a bitch.

Also, go Morgana. Also also, reminder: No touchy. Accidental or otherwise.

"Well, I can't think of anyone who will mourn her loss. I mean, I don't know of anyone even in Demacia who liked the cunt." And that is about the only place that would like her.

"True. Even the Mageseekers merely tolerated her, despite having similar ideals. Fortunately, the world is now rid of both."

"Aye, aye. Speaking of, that's what I was getting at. Really good news for everyone right? Seems like all-"

"Brother!"

I am interrupted by a ballistic blonde missile.

Like, wow, yeah. She has to be Champion material. I don't think she was really trying, but I suspect that tackle would have broken a normal person's bones, even if Garen of course didn't flinch.

"No more Demacia Brother! We won! I mean sure it was a pretty lame-ass victory but, whatever. Wins a win, even if they pussed out harder than I thought possible. Whatever, at least Jarvan and most of the other Champions showed they are not complete cunts. Where is everyone else? And why is Sivir here?"

Oooh, the wings are even prettier up close. I wanna grab them, even if it would be rude, and I am not sure how physical they are. Morgana said she is pretty grabby herself, but some people can be pretty big hypocrites...

Garen smiles indulgently at his pretty blonde sister. Really, she is being kind of rude but I want to eat her up.

"Kat is making plans with Swain and Morgana took Annie for training. She said she will stay with her for tonight."

...Morgana is the best wing-woman. I will have to do something nice for her in turn. I can't think of anything right now, so maybe just owe her a serious favor?

"Ok, ok. And her?" Lux points at me.

I frown. Damn, this really could be going a bit better on that front. From how Morgana spoke I didn't expect Lux to be the one to give me problems...

Garen frowns as well. "She, err, offered to let us stay at her place for the night? And entertain the two of us. Together?" He hesitates. "I figured I would ask you first, but I didn't think you would have a problem with it?"

Lux blinks, before looking at me again.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," she says. "Ok. That's different."

What?

"I'm sorry Sivir, I saw you looking at Big Sis earlier and thought you were trying to get the goods before me, which is totally unacceptable."

...Well, I mean, she's not wrong, but I got shot down myself. But I should probably not mention that.

"Hmmm," She murmurs, staring at me appraisingly. And actually making it rather embarrassing somehow.

"Ok. You are really hot. You can't have Brother by yourself, but we can share him together, ok?"

Awesome! Siblings get.

"Great! Uh, can I play with your wings?"

Best to go ahead and ask.

"Huh? Oh, sorry, they are just light. Well, that or energy. But I can't make them properly physical yet. I can tickle a bit though."

She demonstrates, giving me light goosebumps.

This still has a bit of potential...

Reaching upwards, I trail a hand through the streaming light.

"Can totally cut a bitch with them though."

Or maybe that would be a bad idea.

She grabs my hand. "Anyhow, show us where you live! I was ready to celebrate Demacia getting fucked even before, now I am totally down with a Champion threesome."

Girl is also even more shameless than me. She has been talking about fucking me and her brother at full volume in front of the embassy and getting more than a few looks. Oh yeah, word about this is going to go around lightspeed.

"This way. Uh, what about your friend?" Some brown-haired girl in armor that was accompanying her. One that is far less shameless considering the radiant blush and the dropped jaw.

"Huh? Oh, Cithria. Sorry, still not sharing with you Cithy. If you want to get laid you will have to try Sylas. Unless you decide to give up on him, then maybe we can talk. For tonight just grab a room in the embassy, ok?"

"I...I...but...you and...Garen?" the other girl stutters out.

"Yes? What about it?" Lux asks.

"But...he's your brother!" she objects.

"I know! Isn't it wonderful!"

I facepalm. Lux really don't understand at all? The Noxians weren't kidding about the brain damage, were they?

Speaking of, this, Cithria, or whoever she is, is wearing Noxian armor. It is surprising to see her taking such offense...maybe she's a recent defector? She looks and sounds more Demacian.

Whatever. We leave the girl to stew in her own prejudices as Lux tugs us away.