She intrigues him.
He is a monster of the night; a being that can scare even the summoners. His power comes from his ability to incite fear into those who see him and surround them in endless darkness. No man can hear the whispering of his thoughts and stay sane for long. He is the dark, the living nightmare.
And yet, she intrigues him. From the time they met on the Fields of Justice, his curiosity for this girl has been perked, and even he is unsure why. She is beautiful, without a doubt; however, such tangible things mean little to a phantom. She is strong as well, though there are many strong in the league he is not so captivated by. It is, perhaps, her abilities that draw his interest. The way she manipulates and bends the light, brightening her path and using it against her enemies. His opposite, really, when it comes to the visible spectrum; she will encase her opponents in the light of the sun, he in the darkness of the void. So different, and yet, to the same end.
He has been caught in her light prisms before; the experience is one he hates to repeat. The exposing brightness makes him feel naked before her, as if his shroud of fear is ripped away and she can see the nightmare for what it truly is: a figment, a dream, expelled as easily as a bad thought. It is the only thing Nocturne can admit truly frightens him, though he would experience it again before allowing anyone to know such a fact. The darkness is his home and his comfort, and Lux represents the epitome of his fears: the fear that the darkness will vanish, and light will rule. And even then, he cannot help but to be strangely curious about the young, beautiful woman who can elicit such strong reactions out of him.
Nocturne is darkness; he consumes his enemies with fear and chaos. He is a phantom, intangible and unknown. His motives secretive, his emotions gone, he is the night.
And yet, she intrigues him.
She's drawn to him.
Lux draws upon the power of the light. She is a Crownguard, a proud member of the Demacia nobility. Her brother proudly brags of her virtue to all he knows, and she lives up to the expectation. She is the light of Demacia.
And yet she is drawn to him, to his darkness. His mystery consumes her, draws her in with an attraction she would never admit to the Demacia high court. She knows it's silly; the fantastical version of the good girl falling for the bad boy, but she cannot help herself. The first time they met on the fields of justice, he had attacked her without warning. The blinding, terrifying experience nearly caused her to lose consciousness, and she had barely escaped with her life. But when it was over, she felt a strange feeling of exhilaration. It had been an experience never felt before, and as much as she initially tried to deny it, she wanted to feel it again. The adrenaline running through her veins, the excitement and fear tingling up and down her spine, and the threat of "Darkness" whispered against the back of her neck was as exciting as it was terrifying. And a small part of her couldn't help but wonder if her light prisms had the same effect on him as he did on her.
For as long as she can remember, Lux has been afraid of the dark. It is a secret which, in recent years, has been kept from even Garen (the only one who knows is Talon, who advised her to keep the secret from all to avoid appearing weak). A small light spell bathes her room in a soft glow as she sleeps, and lights her path along dark walks and journeys. But now, from time to time, she has attempted to go into the dark alone. The thought of meeting the nightmare away from the safety of the league and the light makes her quiver, though from fear or excitement she is unsure. All she knows for sure is that she is drawn to this phantom in a way she has not known for anybody before.
Lux Crownguard is nobility. She will represent the virtue and purity of their state for as long as she lives. She is the light of Demacia.
She is drawn to him.