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An assassin building a tank item to take less damage and burn me to death sucks and seems to be bad game design (I'm silver 1 so I don't know anything). But even while I stare at my black-and-white screen after Diana kamikazes into us for a penta kill, I can't help but feel a bit warm in the heart thinking about the implications of the champion of the moon using a Solari piece of armor. You just know that Leona begged her into it. I can only imagine how that conversation went.
Uneven footsteps clattered across the empty halls, followed by ragged breath. At the entrance of summoner's rift, a figure clad in blue and silver armor hobbled into view, silhouetted against the rising moon. In one hand the warrior held a beautiful, curved blade. Its glowing aura was only dampened by crimson stains. The figure strode forward in poignant poise only to collapse moments later clutching its stomach.
"S-sh*t..." the warrior gasped as her breath grew in the cold air of the hall. She rose once more on shaking legs, the rattling of the armor echoing unseen distances. One step. Another. Ano- she collapsed onto the floor once more. Yet the silver-haired adventurer refused to relent. Holding her blade with both hands, she rose from the floor, the deadly weapon becoming a walking stick. The warrior hunched forward through a seemingly endless path. At last, in the distance, a dusty stone bench. As the figure approached this stop, she could make out a closed window next to the bench with a sign hanging above: ITEM SHOP.
And with that, Diana collapsed onto her resting place.
Her stomach flared once more causing the champion of the moon to keel. An ugly gash sliced through her abdomen, red and angry. In the faint glow of her blade, Diana could see the small rivers of blood ebbing from their basin. Too much to fix. Diana gloomily brooded to herself. The warrior turned the blade to look at her own face. Bloodshot eyes. A deadly cut across her face mere centimeters from her right eye. Silver hair once so radiant now dimmed in a coating of crimson. Even the prominent Lunari mark on her forehead seemed to sink into her skin. Suddenly, a hoarse cough spattered the blade and ruined the reflection. Diana dropped her weapon and clutched her throat as she heaved her life essence.
"I'm going to die here," she almost laughed in disbelief. She sank into the stone bench, her vision beginning to blur. At least... at least there's a place to lay down. But I would have loved to have seen her face... one last time.
"I keep telling you, all that moon worship makes you people sad and gloomy," replied a warm, clear voice behind her. Diana spun from her place in a wild stupor, falling off the bench and onto the floor. She looked towards where the voice had come from. Light... no... sun. The whole hall practically beamed in warm, colorful light. The champion of the moon had never enjoyed the sun's scornful scorch. Yet these rays were beautiful, calming even. Beyond the light, she could make out a figure holding a sword and shield. She could hear the clank of their large, obtuse armor. But even despite this burden, Diana could still see the figure carry themselves with poise, a proud strut in their approach. There was no denying it. Even in her near-blindness, Diana knew who approached her. Gasping and groaning, she rose and put forth her curved blade.
"Blinding Leona," Diana half-jeered, "has the sun finally been able to catch up with the eastern horizon?" Does that make sense? Ah f*ck it she wasn't one to care about details like that in school.
"My gloomy little Diana," Leona replied with equal jovial jest, "this time you will not escape your due justice from the sun." The sun's champion approached closer. Diana could almost make out the ridiculous pointy obtrusions of her shield.
"Are you alone?"
"Oh I only need myself to take you on, little Diana."
"If you're alone," Diana began to wheeze, "can we please drop the usual farce? I... there's something I..." Her hand shook as she dropped her blade once more. Her whole form began to buckle as she struggled to remain standing. At last, Leona could see the full damage inflicted upon her "opponent." The extravagant poise of the sun's champion was dropped. Only a horrified look remained.
"Di- Diana! By the stars what happened!" Diana heard clattering as Leona dropped her armaments to run towards her. Right before the moon set upon this world, the sun caught it in her warm embrace. Diana felt Leona's firm, powerful arms embraced around her. The sun's head nuzzled itself into the nape of her neck. She could feel Leona's exasperated breath as it sent shocks down her spine. So warm. Let's stay like this for a w- no don't move away thought Diana as Leona rose to look at the moon's face. "Diana... my little Diana. I... I'm so sorry." Diana could feel callused, sturdy hands caress along the length of her face's ugly cut. Even though it did nothing, Diana imagined those fingers closing her wound on her own. But soon, she felt another sensation on her face. Wet... drops?
"Are you... are you crying?" Diana questioned, giving a sad chuckle, "you're going to get salt in my wounds."
"Of course I'm crying!" Sobbed a broken Leona. "How could I not when... you... my lo- love..." The sun choked, a guttural howl emerging that could have scared all the wolves in the world. With twitching fingers, Diana tried to find her lover's face. Her hands wandered aimlessly until they clasped onto Leona's warm cheeks. Diana felt her parted, quivering lips. She caressed them gently as she moved higher. Past the drooling nose and finally to the golden eyes. She wiped the tears away, an artist drawing over the most minute imperfection. Diana could feel little streams dripping from her own moonlit eyes, small pools forming in her hair. The two held each like this, sobbing in comfort.
It was Leona that finally collected herself.
"Worry not. I have what you need to get better." The sun's crusader rummaged through the many bags aligning the belt of her armor. Her curses grew louder and more numerous as each bag was checked. It made Diana give a small chuckle.
"With that ridiculous, clunky armor of yours, how do you even manage to attach so many pockets?"
"Diana please don't patronize me I'm trying to- WHERE THE f*ck IS THAT HEALTH POTION? Please just stay calm I know it hurts just- FOUND IT FOUND IT!" Leona rushed to Diana's side and knelt down to her face. She brought a red potion to the moon's pale lips. Diana obliged, the red liquid pouring through her throat as Leona ran her fingers through Diana's silver strands. Diana could feel... life. The buckling in her legs vanished. The pain in her abdomen began to dull. She could feel the slash on her face close itself in cool bliss. But most importantly, her vision began to unblur. And slowly, Diana could see Leona's face again.
Even in her distraught form, Leona was gorgeous. Golden hair flowed in a brilliant, vibrant mane. Her lips moved like red banners billowing across a perfect sunset. Diana was not listening to what was being said, but just seeing Leona talk brought her such an unexplainable joy. And finally, those almond-hued eyes. So striking yet so warm at the same time. Seeing you for what you are but also for what you could be. In those eyes, Diana could believe the justice of the sun. What have I done to deserve her? The moon stared at her companion for what seemed like hours.
"You need to drink up." Leona said hours later, holding another red potion.
"But I already had one." Diana retorted, to which her lover shook her head.
"Diluted. They don't heal as much as they used to."
"Didn't they also make them more expensive a couple years back?"
"Yes."
"It's like those in charge don't know what they're doing."
"I agree with you," Leona sighed. Diana finished her second potion and rose. She picked up her curved blade, its moonlight a stark contrast to the sun that was Leona. The moon turned to continue down the hall.
"I thank you, Leona," Diana began, "but I must return to the task at hand. I-" but warm arms wrapped themselves around Diana's slender waist. She could feel Leona's lips just on the cusp of the back of her neck, those same steamy breaths causing Diana to gasp and arch her neck.
"Stay with me a bit longer," Leona begged, "you still need to rest before the potion fully takes effect." Diana tried to pry herself from Leona's grip, but this only made her get hugged tighter.
"Leona... I... no," Diana decided, "there are things bigger than us that-" Leona gave an annoyed groan.
"Listen lady, I spent 100 gold making sure you got better," Leona childishly pouted, "the least you could do is show some respect for my words as-"
"Oh fine, you tantrum case," Diana relented. Leona gave a yip of glee. "What do you want me to do."
"First," Leona drawled, "let me get you out of that uncomfortable armor. You need proper rest." Diana was a bit taken aback. But all Leona had to do was give puppy eyes for the moon to sigh and relent. Leona worked efficiently. She slowly undid the straps to Diana's arm guards, the leather audibly hissing as Leona tugged. Diana squirmed as Leona's fingers ran the length of her toned arms. Leona then bent down and unwrapped the braces for Diana's leggings. Suddenly, Diana yelped as Leona gripped one of her thighs with her iron hands.
"Sorry! The strap on this one is incredibly tight. I need some leverage to-"
"I get it now please just hurry!" Down with the leggings. Leona then ran her hands down the length of Diana's back, unraveling the intricate locks of the chest plate. From the small of Diana's back, Leona's fingers sauntered their way up the locks until they reached the nape of the neck. Gently, Leona let the armor piece crash to the ground. All Diana had now was her dark blue tunic and pants, the clothing of a Lunari.
"Ok," Diana breathed, "now what?" Leona sat herself on the bench and patted her lap expectantly.
"Rest your head here," Leona cooed.
"On that armor?"
"Well it's really hard to remove my armor."
"So you admit Solari gear is needlessly cumbersome?"
"Just rest dammit."
And so Diana lay in Leona's lap, the latter stroking through her silver hair. Looking up at her sun, Diana saw nothing but love. Her eyes are so... pure. She wondered as Leona stroked her cheek. Leona's fingers circled around the edges of Diana's lips. The moon playfully nibbled on these intrusions. Leona gave pretended offense.
"And just what was this barbaric attack by the Lunari for?" She mused. "What is the purpose of this?" Now it was Diana's slender fingers that caressed Leona's full, flush lips.
"Because I want my turn to do it to you," the moon giggled as she held the sun in her hands. The bright crimson that overtook Leona's face somehow made it more beautiful. I want to stay. I want to kiss her. Please don't let me leave. But at last, all things must end. Diana got up and readied her curved blade. She looked for her armor scattered across the floor. She looked at Leona warily.
"Is there any other excuse you have to keep me here?" Diana almost begged. Leona put both hands on Diana's shoulders. The moon felt a fizzly, fuzzy feeling course through her.
"I want you to have this," Leona began as she pulled off her cloak. It shined a thousand colors. The fabric seemed to ripple with flame. Even from where Diana stood, she could feel its dangerous warmth and its promise of scorching justice.
It was the Sunfire Cape.
Diana gave surprised laugh, "I am a proud Lunari. You would have me wear the garments of a heretic."
"No," Leona replied firmly, "I would have you wear the protection of a lover." She moved to wrap Diana in it. The moon stepped back.
"Leona, no one can know about us," Diana begged, "think about my honor. Think about yours. We can never let this world know."
"Then wear it under your garments and armor," Leona retorted, "I... I never want to see you like I did today. It was too much! It was too close." Leona stepped forward. Diana did not step back.
"And... what if I fail?" Diana whispered. "What if I lose like I almost did today? The enemy collects my famed armor... and they see this?" Leona breathed in hotly as she embraced Diana.
"Then they will know. They will know that they killed Diana, the one true love of Leona. And they will despair as they know that there is no corner of this world that the sun's rays will not travel to smite the ones who killed my moon. My Diana." Leona draped the cape around Diana. As she clasped the cape, Diana could feel her fingers and lips on the nape of her neck, their hot presence almost stifling her. But it was finished. Diana, bearer of the Sunfire Cape.
"I love you."
"And I love you."
"Promise me," Leona pleaded through wet eyes, "promise me you will return."
"I do," Diana pleaded, "I will do all I can to return." Leona gazed upon her... and frowned.
"Liar."
"What?" Leona inched closer. Diana backed off but soon found herself against the wall of the hall.
"Liar," Leona repeated as her face came closer to Diana's, "you said you would never leave the Solari."
"But that was-"
"Liar," Leona continued, "you said you hated me. That you never wanted to cross paths with a sun heretic again." Leona pushed Diana against the wall, her hands traveling to the moon's face.
"Leona-"
"And you lie now," Leona finished, "you cannot promise to return. Nobody can. So I am going to motivate you to keep that promise."
"Wha-"
Leona kissed Diana. Diana reached to wrap her arms around her lover, but Leona's hands were quicker. Their fingers interlocked and the sun pinned the moon to the wall. Diana could do nothing but moan through the kiss, her very being barely melting in the embrace of her companion. My Leona. My Leona. Leona broke their kiss, biting into the nape of Diana's neck. The moon screamed as all her hairs stood on end.
"I want to never leave your side again, Diana!"
"Then keep me here!" Diana screamed. "Make me never want to leave this hall!" Leona obliged. Her fingers traveled down her lover's lithe form. At last, they reached her waist and Leona braced to dig her fingers into Diana's-
FTHammer (Jax): stupid f*cking Diana afk at fountain
Anyhow, that's all I can write that's not violating the rules. Happy Labor Day everyone!
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