Chapter 2
"She'll never cover up what we did with her dress... no."
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There was a deep hole inside of herself, wanting it to be filled. Aren't they always? They were meant to be filled and not just ignored or one day, someone might fall in terribly. She had issues with herself. Remembering the day her parents may or may not have kicked her out playfully because of her lack of beloved or child. She couldn't come home 'til she would bring someone home. While her parents come of age and make the most of every moment they had with each other.
She should miss them but she doesn't. As long as she knows they're safe, happy and together. Although they did write random letters to her. Like one of their anniversaries and she received a letter that somehow teased her. Her parents always joked her about a fine man and golden-eyed children. No. At least not yet.
Even if they seemed to be the most optimistic people in Uwendale, she always remembered the small glint of sadness in their eyes. Loss, maybe or pity. They lost a child, the other was fighting for their Nation and doesn't have a boyfriend, also she might die at any time and didn't leave a single grandchild. If that sums it up, it adds to her guilt.
She might as well borrow some books in the library and read a romantic novel if one was waiting for her to be read. Maybe some green tea and become the stereotypical introverted left-handed person she was. Some part of her immature mind was showing and it reminded her how much she'd missed growing up as a teenager. A female one and the excitement of being with a boy.
She needed a mission from the summoners to get her mind off of things. Maybe it's the effects of isolation from fellow adults like her. There was no one for her to befriend. Jarvan has her "friend" but not that type she could talk to about things. Women don't just talk to men about dating problems.
Valor, yes. She needed to practice their daily routine. A trust flight similar to what they've performed often in the fields of justice. Well, after his hunt for food outside and it was almost lunch. She has to go to the mess hall as early as she can or the place will get crowded with her fellow champions.
She took her journal and the book she borrowed, opened the door and left without a sound.
As she passed through the other rooms of the different champions of her faction, she can't help but think about how introverted she has been. Awkward with human interactions, feels like she was apart from the crowd. It was in her nature to be alone but it didn't mean she didn't want "company". She often sat alone and eat, sketch or watch matches and whatnot. Sometimes, she would head back to her room and wait to be summoned or bury her nose into a book in the library. Books were interesting. And believe it or not, her travels around Runeterra made her realize that knowledge were sought even by the meanest pirates in Bilgewater or the most unique Hybrids in Ionia. It was unusual but it was also a welcoming sight to see.
She counted her steps and looked ahead. Noxus. Noxian rooms. Shit. She was too preoccupied with her thoughts that she forgot to keep her down at all costs when passing by Noxian territory. The most awkward stares between a rival to another and the peace they were trying to keep among themselves. Like that time she saw Emilia Evaine LeBlanc in the simplest clothes she'd seen her in and with the lack of weapon she always held. It made her scream internally that day, feeling like she just evaded her privacy by just passing through their quarters. Even if they were both women and had the same color of hair. And damn, that one comment of hers once when they were allies in the fields- "You'd make a fine Noxian with your rebellious attitude." and gave her a malicious smirk. Quinn got it at first glance. Who would think someone as loyal as her to Demacia show a display of Noxian traits. Not to mention how often Valor acted more like a ravenous vulture than a proud eagle.
She wanted to avoid those encounters as much as possible.
She brushed her way past the room of the executioner, Draven and started to pace until she heard a door openand met the familiar eyes of the man she'd shared a bed with and she'd sworn to forget. She stopped dead in her tracks, seeing his white hood over his groomed hair made her stomach churn- She wasn't expecting him to wear this, it made him look younger than he was. He looked like one of the boys in the shows that Lux was watching. He cleaned up nicely and as much as she was staring at him, she had to go and passed through him without a word or greeting.
She acted as if she didn't hear him turn around and that his sienna eyes weren't laid on her back. It was a terrifying feeling.
Her encounter with LeBlanc wasn't the worst case scenario at all.
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How she would sleep that night, She can't imagine how terrifying it was to have a balcony anyone could climb at the large room she was in. Now that there was a lethal assassin she labelled as a pet was onto her. She'd cursed Valor for his absence and eventual return. She had to wait because she had to keep the balcony door open so that Valor could enter. But that was when she was asleep. She remembered the days she would wake up and see the slightest evidence that someone else was in her room that night. Someone who watched her sleep in her thin nightclothes and could have read her journal that night. Not that there was that much intel there but the private thoughts she'd written in every page between the hard covers. She was wrapping a blue shawl around her to ward off the night breeze that found its way through the small gaps of her door.
She waited patiently for Valor to arrive. He was taking his time. It didn't take him this long aften. Maybe he met a female, who knows?
Quinn laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling. She blinked twice, hoping to hear the familiar squawking of her avian companion. She heard a thud and shot straight up from her bed, looking at the source of the sound. She exhaled audibly, feeling colder and colder as the clock ticked and the minute passed.
Maybe just this time she'd let sleep take her and his eyes undress her.