Summary: A short lighthearted piece written in a simple manner to get an idea out of my mind.
Tags: Sona, Vayne, Friendship.
The grand Field of Justice abruptly comes to life as Sona Buvelle suddenly materializes onto the familiar runic altar located at the very edge of the Summoner's Rift. Magical structures around the recovering well humming quietly as if to welcome the mute champion, the mindless puppets known as minions gradually awakening from the dreamless and peaceful slumber of nonexistence.
Sona smiles when she spots her disoriented teammates. The mute musician plays a few chords on her Etwahl composing a light musical tune as if in greeting. Nasus nods his head at the Maven of Strings before heading for his lane, Annie waves at her, Amumu shuffles about shyly. Vayne mutters something inaudible under her breath and gestures for her to hurry as she hastily darts towards the bottom lane.
Sona sighs quietly before buying her starting items from the shop and hurriedly following the solitary Night Hunter to the bottom lane.
The voice of an invisible woman loudly announces that the match has begun. Sona attempts to glide forward faster.
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Despite the two Demacian champions lack of communication Sona and Vayne were faring surprisingly well in bot lane, pocking and punishing Ashe and Tahm Kench whenever the enemy duo attempted to approach and slay their minions to claim their gold.
"Ward the river while Ashe and Tahm Kench aren't around." Shauna instructs whilst killing minions under their tower. Sona responds at her by playing a merry musical tune. Without further delay the blue-haired woman enters the bush that leads towards the river. Only to come face to shade with the shadowy visage of the enemy jungler, Nocturne, the Eternal Nightmare.
Sona's eyes open wide in fear, the Maven's mouth opening in an instant to utter a silent and frightened warning scream. The Eternal Nightmare's twisted visions shrouding the kind support's mind the next moment, Sona's eyes minutely rolling back inside her head as her mindscape becomes a mirage of pure agony and unfathomable fear.
Dark visions blossom inside the Maven's vulnerable mind, scenes of terror and terrible loss. Noxians surrounding her with lecherous eyes, her adopted family dying tragically either by flame or incurable disease, the friends that Sona had manage to make after joining the Institute of War mocking her for being a mute and looking at her with mockery, pity and disdain in their hostile eyes.
For what must have been only a couple of seconds, but seems to Sona like an eternity the mute support feels as if her heart is being pierced by a dozen invisible blades. A quiet sob leaves the former orphan's quivering her lips, tears of both fear and loss rolling down the blue-haired musician's stunned visage. If Sona had been born with the ability to speak, the mute Maven would be screaming her lungs out right now.
Just as Sona's health bar is about to drain completely and her heart feels like it is going to burst, the terrible visions shatter with the pained roar of the nightmarish being. Nocturne bellows and writhes in pain from his position pinned against the jungle's wall by an enormous silver-tipped bolt. More projectiles rain down his body as the wounded fiend attempts to move towards the bottom lane and reach the ephemeral safety of his tower. Shauna's crossbow bolts tearing the shadowy flesh of the dream demon apart, before a critical hit abruptly causes Nocturne to finally perish in a majestic explosion of dispelling darkness.
Shauna's pale visage and scarlet orbs turn towards the knelt blue-haired woman then. Sona is obviously still in shock, trembling violently while hugging herself in a futile attempt to stop her shaking and feel safe. Vayne's lips form a thin life as she slowly kneels next to the mute blue-haired support.
"Are you alright?" The pale huntress asks in her rough and remorseless voice making Sona flinch in response. Vayne sighs when the poor Maven of the Strings shakes her head while looking at her with big wet eyes that are currently akin to those of a cornered animal or a hurt frightened puppy. The two women remain silent for a while, with Sona trembling shell-shocked on the grass and Vayne staring at her with a complex expression perched on her face.
"We have been kneeling here for quite some time now," The Night Hunter suddenly mutters irritably and Sona shakily lowers her head feeling ashamed and guilty for wasting the brooding markswoman's time. "And when you are kneeling for so long like this, your legs inevitably fall asleep and you might stumble when you try to stand up."
The mute support just blinks in confusion. Raising her head in order to observe the older, black-haired woman Sona find out that Vayne has already turned her face away from her hiding her reddening visage.
"Gah!" Shauna then grunts as her body abruptly surges forward, the Night Hunter's arms suddenly engulfing the shaken support in a warm and tight embrace. Sona can only blink in response, her mind still struggling to register that Vayne was actually hugging her, and out of her own free will at that, without anybody holding her at gunpoint.
"Now look at what you've done." Shauna mutters heatedly with her warm cheek pressed against that of the dumbfounded Maven. "My legs have gone numb and they will probably need some time to recover…"
With a final surprised blink Sona giggles quietly as she also wraps her arms around the warm body of Demacia's most deceptively unkind brooder. 'Thank you' The mute blue-haired woman mouths quietly even though she knows that Vayne most definitely won't be able to hear her words of gratitude. So Sona slightly turns her head around and kisses Shauna's red cheek for good measure.