Tags: Yuri, Lux, Evelynn, Drama? Complete absence of wards and a missing jungler. Luxanna is also refusing to buy armor items.
Luxanna Crownguard sleepily smiles in utter bliss, her thoughts still slow and clouded by the thick fog that lingers inside one's mind after a good night's rest as she lazily shifts under the expensive linen covers. She unconsciously presses her back against the familiar warm body lying behind her and not even a moment later a pair of exotic blue-skinned arms instantly coils around her waist pulling her even closer to her possessive and dangerous assassin.
"Good morning."
The sleepy Demacian mage murmurs as she basks in her lover's warmth, humming in contentment as Evelynn slightly leans to kiss a handful of her golden blonde trenches.
"Mmm… good morning to you too."
The Widowmaker whispers in a quiet voice, husky from sleep and the previous night's excitement as a pale delicate hand slowly lowers to squeeze one of the blue-skinned woman's palms affectionately. Evelynn grins against Luxanna's golden trenches.
"Did you sleep well?"
The blonde light mage subtly nods with her eyes still closed and she then hums softly for good measure in case Evelynn is also dozing off right now and so the assassin may not be able to detect her soundless response.
"That's good. I wouldn't want my little sprite to be tormented by nightmares."
The Demacian noblewoman smiles at the mention of Evelynn's nickname for her, the light mage's thumb working small loving circles across the assassin's smooth powerful hand. Luxanna used to have a lot of nightmares as a child. Their contents varied from old memories of her training as a mage to disappointing Garen or people finding out about her sexual preferences towards women and shunning her. And yet, none of those fears held any power over her at the current moment.
There were very few things that could be considered more frightening, or exciting for that matter than dating a mysterious assassin hailing from the eerie and deadly continent of the cursed Shadow Isles after all. The arms around her waist give Luxanna a gentle squeeze, Evelynn's breath pleasantly ghosting against the light mage's pale ear.
'You're overthinking things again little sprite. Sometimes you just need to let go and enjoy the moment you know."
The noblewoman shivers as Evelynn lazily places two digits against the light mage's chin and presses her lips against the smiling blonde fairy's. Luxanna moans as the assassin suddenly bites her lower lip, the once gentle arms embracing her lethargic form abruptly turning into twin blue fleshly shackles, trapping the light mage close to the faintly blushing Widowmaker. Luxanna Crownguard freezes.
Blue eyes meet red as Evelynn deepens the kiss until the blonde mage's eyelids flutter undecidedly before suddenly closing. What was that? The cunning Demacian woman wonders as she moans under the Widowmaker's affectionate assault. Why would Luxanna suddenly feel so uncomfortable while holding the beautiful blue-skinned woman's gaze?
"Stop troubling yourself with useless thoughts, my love. Just let go, relax and enjoy the moment."
The agitated Widowmaker growls as sharp fingernails slowly start sliding towards the light mage's core and Luxanna is mildly surprised and extremely confused when she finds herself feeling more dread than excitement flooding her being as a result of the affectionate assassin's aggressive caresses. The Demacian noble's heartbeat accelerates, her eyebrows furrow in thought, Luxanna's eyes are shut as the young light mage tries to place the ominous feeling growing inside her chest and so the blonde woman doesn't notice the frustrated expression occupying the Widowmaker's serious face.
"Stop thinking about bad things my love."
A rusty broken sword lays shattered before a dirty marble gravestone, prudish capital letters spelling the name of her deceased dear sibling.
"Keep thinking about them and you will probably have nightmares again. Now, we wouldn't like that, would we?"
What kind of nightmares? Unique and bizarre ones like the images of the Shadow Isles' undead armies marching against them and preparing for war or the horrifying dreams of the burning capital and Demacia's crumbling buildings? What had even happened to Garen after that? Luxanna hadn't actually met her oafish older brother for several long years.
"Lux, are you listening to me my love? You're starting to worry me."
The beast in the human skin utters behind her back and when sky blue eyes slowly open they can finally see the blue-skinned woman for what she truly is: A murderer, a monster, an assassin, a butcher. Luxanna's very own captor and jailer…
Exotic red eyes suddenly narrow when they examine Luxanna's horrified glare and the strong blue-skinned arms wrapped around the young light mage's petite body instantly tighten their hold before Evelynn sighs in clear exasperation.
"I think it's time for your medicine Miss Crownguard."
The Shadow Isles denizen growls at the frightened light mage trapped inside her arms and Luxanna might just be imagining things, but she thinks she may have caught an undertone of pain and bitterness coloring the cruel and merciless blue-skinned assassin's solemn voice.
The End
Notes: Have you ever suddenly felt the urge to write romantic interactions between Lux and Evelynn? It happened to me yesterday (or the day before that, I can't really remember) and this is what happened. There wasn't any major plotline behind the story, but I will explain the premise since a reviewer in another story revealed that I might not be that good in portraying characters' incentives. Some of the stories are intentionally vague because imagining what happens next or why something happened at all might be fun for some people by the way. The Shadow Isles waged war vs the world and defeated Demacia. Evelynn takes an Interest in Lux and feeds her a love potion to make her more obedient and toy with the mage. But the Widowmaker slowly starts developing feelings for Lux, she wants to be with her but has no choice but to keep giving her the love potion when Lux's memories start resurfacing. Eve is sad and bitter because she wants Luxanna to love her genuinely, but that is impossible and so she lives in the small tender moments where Lux thinks that she loves her. The title of the chapter was inspired by Bon Jovi's song and I kept it because Evelynn referred to the potion as Luxanna's medicine. Any thoughts?