Tags: Vayne x Cassiopeia. Political marriage setting.
The wind is playing with the foliages of the trees near the temple, some crickets are buzzing in the night without a care in the world. Vayne grunts, the Demacian huntress' pale visage currently scarier than any angry gargoyle's as Shauna keeps walking away from the obnoxious smirking priest next to the door. A few handfuls of the Night Hunter's shredded, white wedding dress nestled inside Vayne's rigid curled fingers.
"Stop walking so fast." An infuriating, snobbish voice rises over the symphony of the happy crickets and the mirthful antics of the soothing wind. Vayne just hastens her stride further at those words resulting in an irritated hiss to suddenly emanate from a few paces away from the brave noblewoman.
"You are making me ruin my wedding dress!" Venomously hisses again the brooding Night Hunter's bride and Shauna almost smiles in response until a cruel taloned hand abruptly wraps around the huntress' wrist and spins Vayne around. Shauna comes face to face with the very aggravated visage of her recently appointed Noxian sweetheart.
"Such audacity you have! Marching away like that the moment the ceremony is over! Just think of my image for a second before you start acting like an illiterate dolt, you hot-headed Demacian imbecile! Take a single moment to mull over the damage you are currently causing to both of our reputations."
Vayne merely snorts at those words and attempts to continue her way. Perhaps the brooding huntress could disappear into the shadows of the night. Tear this stupid wedding dress to ribbons and then drown her sorrows in all the Noxian spirits that she could afford, until she blessingly passes out on the counter. The rather powerful, not to mention certainly bruising grip of her new wife unfortunately prevents Shauna from fleeing the scene, however. Cassiopeia's agitated glare promising a whole world of pain to Vayne if the brooding Night Hunter was either brave or foolish enough to ignore the redheaded lamia's demands.
"I am not happy with having to marry you for the sake of an ephemeral peace treaty between our nations either, Miss Vayne." Lowly hisses Cass through her teeth. "But mark my words, Vayne. Keep shaming me like this in public and not even your vampiric healing factor will help you against the poison that I will inject into your bloodstream tonight."
The noble huntress' ruby eyes narrow considerably as her Noxian bride simply keeps staring at her with a serious expression and a confident pose in complete silence. Cassiopeia's sharp, inhuman talons still clenching the Demacian woman's alabaster skin in a death grip. Vayne mentally curses Jarvan for at least the hundredth time in half an hour as she grudgingly forces her head to slightly lean down in a sign of mutual agreement.
Cassiopeia smiles at her charmingly the next moment. The red-haired lamia's full crimson lips curling in a victorious smirk, even as the serpentine woman's forked tongue briefly peeks out from between the two sanguine hilltops of the snake woman's' mouth.
The Noxian aristocrat's eyes remain cold and hostile however as the redheaded schemer's taloned hand lazily slides down across Vayne's exposed skin until Cassiopeia's inhuman arm is resting coyly pressed against that of the very unamused Night Hunter in a mostly unwelcomingly intimate way.
Vayne somehow manages to avoid shuddering at the unwanted contact as her new wife smilingly starts leading her back towards the crowded Noxian temple and the humanoid serpent's important guests.
Of course Shauna had no family to invite to this political joke of a wedding, and no other Demacia had bothered setting foot inside Noxus in order to witness her holy union with the treacherous Cassiopeia Du Couteau. Vayne grits her teeth as Swain approaches her near the door and proceeds to offer her his congratulatory wishes. Hollow pleasantries leak out of the devil's tongue even as Cassiopeia happily acknowledges the Grand General's empty words with a small curtsy and a saccharine smile perched on her face.
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The walk to the Du Couteau manor takes far longer than Vayne wishes it to last. Especially since the moody Night Hunter has to tolerate the snake witch's presence. Cassiopeia's almost hypnotic slithering pace easily matching the quick and purposeful strides of the Demacian noblewoman walking down the street. The newly formed couple's tense arms still –regrettably, interwoven for the sake of nearby onlookers and gawking passersby.
The Noxian seductress seems to have a habit of flashing smiles left and right even if Shauna keeps moving hastily with all the form and subtlety of a berserker marching on the warpath. The skin around the serpentine woman's striking emerald orbs minutely creases in apparent displeasure.
"Is this how all Demacian aristocrats treat their wives, I wonder?" The scowling lamia seemingly voices out her innermost thoughts. "Charging ahead like mindless bulls while your lovers are forced to chase after you like classless plebeians? Are those truly the limits of your noble upbringing?"
Vayne snorts. "Lovers? Is that what we are now, Witch? All I see is a snake put in a wedding dress."
"And I perceive a bloodsucking monstrosity with no manners whatsoever. Stop taking advantage of my kindness and goodwill, Miss Shauna. Isn't it enough that we had to move the wedding ceremony to take place during the night so you wouldn't suffer unnecessary sunburns and the like? Sunburns that would have healed in mere seconds, mind you. I still bruise and bleed like a normal human being at the very least…"
"You also lisp like a pitiful snake and spit poison whenever you talk." Instantly replies the pale Demacian huntress with ire. "I have seen some humans doing the first one at times, but oddly enough I really doubt I have seen mortals doing the latter, at least in public so far."
"Is it really a smart idea to antagonize me when you will be staying with me and my siblings in Noxus, Miss Vayne? You are a long way from your country, Night Hunter. A Lot of things could happen to a Demacian woman in the heart of Noxus. Terrible and very unpleasant things I can assure you... So I would watch my tongue if I was in your shoes."
The sweet smile Cassiopeia sends her way makes Shauna's blood turn to ice water even if Vayne adopts a neutral, clearly unimpressed expression and maintains her hurried yet seemingly calm walking pace.
"Anything bad happens to me and the peace treaty with Demacia will be broken." The fair-skinned aristocrat states, but Cassiopeia simply shakes her head. The vile seductress' unnerving smile never once leaving the serpentine woman's lips as the cursed Noxian diplomat simply stares back at her dear bride sweetly.
"That might indeed seem so at first, but there is nobody monitoring your condition here from what I am aware of. You also heal fast, extremely fast if I may point out. No wound of yours will stay for long unless that's intended. Nobody will notice any injuries you were to receive unless they were the ones inflicting them in the first place."
Shauna remains silent after that, her crimson gaze locked on the unfamiliar road ahead. The seething huntress barely notices the panting photographer that's hastily approaching them.
Cassiopeia does however and the intelligent schemer pauses, posing next to Vayne before Shauna even has the chance to realize what's happening and react. The Noxian seductress leans in, the dangerous lamia's hot breath lingering against Vayne's drained cheekbone.
"Besides that, would you really break the treaty and unleash our dark magics and terrible necromancy to your unsuspecting countrymen?" The snake-woman lowly wonders over Vayne's frowning visage.
"I w-"
"Smile for the picture," The redheaded diplomat drawls charmingly as she presses a kiss on her wife's ivory cheek and the hextech camera flashes a blinding white the next moment.
The photographer smiles as he checks the picture he has just taken and raises an approving thumb. The Piltovian journalist is then about to leave, but the Serpent's Embrace beckons him to wait for a few seconds longer.
"Ohhh, please wait! You really surprised my wife, there! Give us one more chance to show the world our joy for this cherished union, pleeease."
Cassiopeia's childish whine seems to have the intended effect and the middle-aged bushy-mustached journalist instantly nods his head in content agreement and prepares his hex-tech devise for another shot.
Cassiopeia glances at him gratefully before her attention swifts back to her dear glaring wife.
"Come on, Shauna! Lets show our friends how happy we are today," The Serpent's Embrace innocently giggles as the snake woman's arms casually wrap around the Demacia blueblood's shoulder blades pulling her closer to her. A knuckle hooks underneath Vayne's chin and turns the angry vampire's face towards that of the clever red-haired seductress.
Cassiopeia gazes mercilessly at Shauna, the serpentine woman's exotic irises borrowing into her unfortunate angry bride's sanguine orbs as the redhead moves her face closer, her voice lowering with her next words merely coming out as a faint whisper.
"Let's show the whole world that you are my bitch, Miss Vayne."
The taloned fingers behind Shauna's head abruptly dig into the noble vampire's scalp, concealed by the female Demacian's long midnight trenches they cut off Vayne's escape from the mocking passionate kiss without the oblivious photographer noticing the violent action.
The two women's lips press together almost tenderly as the hex-tech device flashes brightly.
Cassiopeia examines the pale huntress' expression for a second before she releases her hostage as the happy photographer walks away and starts gathering his equipment whilst whistling a tune.
"You taste disgusting," The Noxian noblewoman hisses offhandedly when the mustached Piltovian man is out of hearing distance, and Vayne remains silent as she uses the back of her hand to wipe away Cassiopeia's saliva and poison from her bleeding abused lips.
"Then never kiss me again." The blooding vampire angrily growls after a while before Vayne continues walking towards her new hell. Her brand new prison, her new fake home, with the Serpent's Embrace leisurely slithering by her side.
"I don't intent to." The seething lamia retorts before charmingly smiling at another passerby and waving at them. "Why would I touch a disgusting bloodsucking monster?"
"For probably the same reason a woman wouldn't want to touch you with a ten foot pole."
"You are sleeping on the couch tonight."