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halcionskies · 3 years

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midnight solace [nsfw]

She wasn't sure why she was nervous. Maybe it was the way he had emerged from the shadows of her bed room; quiet and still like the night. Something prickled at the base of her neck which alerted her that someone was encroaching within her personal space and she sat upright with a shocked audible gasp. Her blue eyes scanned the deafening darkness until she barely perceived the slightest movement, there, in the shadows. Her black hair pooled around her shoulders and cascaded down her back and chest, a single hand coming up to swipe her bangs from her cerulean eyes. What was he doing? She immediately recognize him once she laid eyes on him; the man whom stirred her heart and made her stomach twist into knots of anxiety and giddy excitement. She was suddenly self-conscious; it was the middle of the night and she was clad in nothing but a white night gown that clung to her voluptuous form like a soft hug. It accentuated the curve of her breasts, a chill reverberating down her spine as her nipples inadvertantly perked up to press through the flimsy fabric. The way he looked at her like that; deep, smoldering eyes with a slight hint of..vulnerability? What was wrong...

He took a few tentative, unsure steps into the room and into the soft glow of the moon filtering in through the window shade next to her bed. He wasn't sure why he was here; he felt compelled to be here, with her. He was drawn to her, like a moth to flame. She was kind, generous, and sweet - everything he wasn't. He'd never known anyone like her and he might have acted as if he could care less about her in public; showcasing a bravado of false flippancy, but in reality he cared. He cared what she did, where she went, who she was with. He let the hand holding Rhaast fall to his side as he set the blade against the ground only to lean the handle against the wall. He wasn't going to need him, not tonight. No matter how angrily the darkin protested at his inner musings; he didn't care anymore. He was human and he had an urge and he needed to see it through.

She pursed her lips watching him, unsure of what he was doing. It was like he was settling in. But for what? Her hands slid down to the comforter that covered her lower half, throwing it to the side as she slid out of bed. Her bare feet touched the floor and she turned on her bed side lamp, casting a soft yellow glow in the immediate area. She blinked the sleep away from her eyes a few times and looked at him. He looked so...determined? Vulnerable? Something was going on inside of him and she wasn't sure what it was. "Shieda...what....are you doing?" She all but whispered as her eyes met his. He only permitted her to call him by first name when they were alone; something that he was adament about.

He closed the distance between them and was all but on her in the time it took her to gasp. His large yet rough hands cradled her skull as he looks down at her, that lone red eye glinting in the darkness and light. He'd managed to reign Rhaast in, the claw that once had been there now replaced by his own hand. He'd rather go to the abyss than risk hurting her, and even though it was hard, he controlled the influence Rhaast had over him. He'd rather touch her with his own two hands than have the darkin touch any part of her. He presses his forehead to hers, his hair tickling her cheeks as he looks down at her through half-lidded eyes, "I...need you, Minami..." Was all he said, as if admitting the single most vulnerable aspect about himself. He shouldn't need her and he couldn't fathom why he did, but he did.

Her fingers lazily traced down his forearms and around his elbows until they found purchase against his chiseled abdomen, grasping at him, "I'm right here...I haven't gone anywhere." She smiles up at him, her lips curling into a sweet smile as she nuzzles her nose against his. They'd had their fair share of cute moments, and it was very endearing that he came all the way to her like this. She just wanted to hold him and reassure him.

He traced her face with his one hand, curling his fingers around her shoulder as he caressed down her side. She was so innocent, so pure; and he wanted nothing but to be with her in the worst kind of way. He clenched his fingers against her hip, scrunching the fabric at her side as he pulled her closer against him as he tilted her head back with his other hand, looking down into her eyes. His eyes were clouded with some darker intention and he looked at her with an almost pained expression. "I don't think you understand, Minami. I need you..." He said once more, but the way his velvety voice said it laced with dark promises and desperate need spoke the rest of the intent for him.

Her eyes open wide with realization, her lips slightly parted as she leans into his ministrations as he pulls her. The way she was against him and the radiating heat he exuded coupled with that god forsaken sexy voice of his; it did things to her. It made her insides squirm and her heart race, skipping a mile a minute as she watched him, never once looking away. Did he mean...? Oh...the way her hips connected with his. He wasn't..he wasn't wearing all of his normal attire. All he had on were his pants and shoes, how did she miss that? His skin was so hot to the touch and she could feel the heat searing her cheeks. He wanted...to take her to...bed. She was by no means naive, but she'd never been in a situation like this before either. She suddenly felt unsteady on her legs, swaying closer to him and subsequently being held tighter, the hand that was assaulting her hip wrapped around her waist to support her, nearly fully as she curled her fingers against his upper chest. She felt so small and fragile there in his arms; inexperienced and afraid yet excited and some part of her wanted this. She managed to choke out her response that was nothing more than a mewl, overcome with emotions, "I'm...here..."

He held her tighter, supporting her smaller frame against his as he brushed his lips against hers lightly, "You're afraid...I can feel and sense it..." He tilted her head back so he could see her face fully in the light, letting her dark hair sway behind her. He let a devilish grin grace his lips as he gently repositioned himself against her, letting her feel the entirety of his body.

Her lips quivered as she almost clawed at him, leaning over his arm as her face recoiled from the brightness of the light. Of course he could read her body and her emotions better than the average person. He was an assassin after all. She inwardly chided herself; of course this man knew what he did to her..that smug grin..but it was so attractive. "I..I've never..." She admitted, reluctantly, her big blue eyes staring up at him with longing.

He pulls her back up, a soft and low chuckle rumbling from his chest as he slides her against him. His lips descend on hers and his nose nudges her head to be cradled in his other hand. He coaxed her softly into the kiss, never rushing her; he wanted her to say yes, to acquiesce. Her lips were soft and warm and he took the time to memorize their feel as his tongue slid against her lower lip, nudging her with his nose as his fingers worked against the back of her neck, kneading her and coaxing her into him and she finally gave in and opened her mouth to him. It was like unlocking some secret box with a treasure inside and he hummed in approval as he deepend the kiss, curling his tongue against hers and dominating her. He pulled back to look down at her, watching the way her chest heaved and her eyes stared at him. She was dazed and for some reason he enjoyed that look on her face. "Let me..." He didn't finish his sentence, it seemed bold and presumptuous to proposition her..he shouldn't.

She felt like she had the air sucker punched out of her. The way he kissed her was scandalous and yet it felt nice. She'd day dreamed these silly kinds of things, but never once did she think he'd be here in her bedroom...wanting her. She didn't want him to stop; not now. Not after he got her into a feeling like this. She didn't know what she wanted but she didn't want him to leave. She slides her one hand up his chest and cups her fingers around his neck, pulling him closer. She didn't know how to verbalize anything. "Don't go." She stammered out, her fingers trembling against his neck. Her cheeks were so red and her entire body was slow burning and her insides were fluttering. Every time he touched her, it caused these intense feelings. "Y-yes." She searched his eyes and finished his previous thought with the answer he was wanting. She wanted him to continue. She was afraid...but she didn't think he'd hurt her.

He closed his eyes for a brief moment, letting his chest rise with a deep breath as he opened his eyes slowly. He rotated her head in his hand as his lips gently kissed across her cheek and down her jaw, his nose delving into the crook of her neck. His lips dragged against her skin with the faintest hint of bared teeth, his tongue lapping against the soft skin of her neck. She squirmed against him, rubbing against him without the faintest clue as to what her movements were doing. He opened his mouth against her skin and gently nipped down on her, suckling at her skin in a possessive way as he held her against him. Her hand hand was digging crescents into the nape of his neck but he didn't care, he kept going. His hand let go of her head, his fingers tracing the contour of her neck as he drug the rough pads of his fingers down against her night gown, inching it over the swell of her shoulder only to slip further down as his fingers feathered across her collar bone and down to cup her newly exposed breast. He smirked against her skin, kissing below her ear as he grasped her breast in his hand, his index finger and thumb pinching the nipple between rough pads. She was so sensitive, everything he did she reacted to; she truly was untouched. He was the first man to touch her and some part of that greatly excited him.

Oh spirits, what was he doing to her? A choked moan escaped from between her lips as he nipped and suckled at her neck; the action of him suckling caused a pooling of heat in her nether regions; something that often happened when she day dreamed about anything akin to this in regards to him. She squirmed against him, rubbing against him; why did something so benign as what he was doing feel so sinful? The way she moved against him felt even better, like minutely staving off some deeper desire momentarily. She gasped audibly when he dropped the one side of her night gown down, revealing her partially only to whine in protest as he groped her chest. His hands were big, warm, and rough and she gritted her teeth as he toyed with her nipple between his fingers. It hurt but it twinged deep inside and was quelled by way she squirmed against him. His breathing was even, but she could feel the excitement as his chest rose and fell against her one hand.

He caressed down her chest, his fingers kneading against her breast and down her stomach until he palmed her hip, his fingers sliding down the short distance to grapple with the hem of her night gown. He found his purchase and slid his hand up her hip until his fingers brushed her core through her panties. He could feel what he was doing to her; the way she moved against him and the sounds she made. He was barely doing anything to her and she was so wanting and receptive. He had to do right by her and take this slow; he couldn't just lay her out and get on with it. He rubbed her through the thin fabric, his thumb hooking under the hood to massage her clit as he pulled back to gently kiss her, the hum of approval he elicited low and sultry.

She couldn't help but to moan the moment he touched her down there. The sound was swallowed by his mouth as she pressed against him, her body on fire and squirming against his ministrations. Oh gods...this felt better than the times she's touched herself. The object of her affection and desire was touching her...so intimately. She was so electrically charged that she didn't realize her other hand grabbed the bicep of his arm stroking her so gently, all bug tugging on his arm and his neck. Oh she wanted more, what more, she didn't know. Something. Something was missing and it felt empty.

He broke the kiss to lean back, watching her struggle against him. She was trying to pull him closer though he stood fast like a rock against her. He grinned as he worked his thumb against her, his breath quick and steady; he was master of keeping himself calm in situations, but this...this excited him. She's pervaded his thoughts in the early morning hours; and he'd be lying if he hadn't thought of her beneath him more than once. He gripped her waist with the arm that support her and he slowly walked her backwards, all but holding her against him as his hand withdrew from her. His fingers hooked the fabric of her night gown and bunched it up, dragging it up her body and over her head, tossing it aside as he pulled her up against him to let her bare chest press against his. He held her reverently against him as he kicked off his shoes, to stand barefoot with her beside her bed. He loved the way her cheeks were dusted red and the way her chest heaved and fell; the way her eyes stared at him with desire. "Minami...are you sure...?" He said, giving her a chance to say no before things got too hot and heavy. He couldn't live with himself if he hurt her; he wouldn't force her into anything she didn't want to do.

She attempted to cover herself and failed futiley as he held her fast against him, her arms having nowhere to go but around his neck as she looked at him. Her legs were shaky and she struggled to stand, her toes barely supporting her as she gave in to him and pressed herself against him. She shyly tipped her face upwards towards him, her nose brushing his chin, her voice was just as shy sounding and quivered as she spoke, "Shieda...I'm sure...please.." She was so sweet sounding as she pleaded with him. He did funny things to her insides and when he touched her like that..it..it stroked a fire deep insider her.

He picked her up with a sweeping motion and edged his knee onto her bed, placing her in the middle of her bed, forcing himself to settle between her legs as he looks down on her. She seemed frightened the way she looked at him, but he nudged her backwards with his lips, kissing her as he eased her backwards into the softness of her bed. He'd never hurt her; he'd rather hurt himself than hurt her. He splays one hand beside her head as he kisses her, tilting his head to deepen the kiss as his other hand travels up the expanse of her long leg, finger tips dancing around her smooth skin. She was so soft and smooth; he'd slept with his fair share of women, but there was something about her that was just calling him. Perhaps it was her demeanor and her overall softness. His hands stroked the soft fabric of her panties and he teased her; fingers dancing across her core and hips, painfully slowly, to the point she whimpered against his lips, her hands reaching and grabbing at his arms. She was so shy yet she was wanting; it was as if she couldn't express what she wanted because she'd never experienced it before and he smirked against her lips. He loved that he'd be the man to help her figure it out. He pulled back to sit on his haunches between her legs, looking down at her with dark, lust filled eyes; he was exacting a sort of patience with her that he normally didn't exhibit with most women. Minami meant something to him, and even though he wanted nothing more than to take her right here and now, he couldn't do that to her. Not after he confirmed she'd never slept with anyone before; he had to be gentle. His hands grasped her hips and made quick work of her panties, edging them off of her and tossed them aside, delving back down towards her. He settled on his stomach between her legs, propping himself up on one elbow as his other hand traced her lower lips, nipping at her thigh.

She made a sound of disbelief, watching him with wide eyes, attempting to protest against him. He gave her a look that quelled her protests and she watched him with fascination before she moaned; his hand, those fingers, again...they were doing things to her. She felt herself clench down there as his fingers parted her folds and she could feel the wetness seep out onto his fingers as she watched him do this to her. He was looking right at her and her cheeks brightened a darker shade of red at the thought of him touching her like this and knowing how wet she was. His eyes were smoldering and that smirk on his face; oh gods that smirk. The air was so sexually charged between them right now and she was breathing heavy and she attempted to close her legs but he refused to let them close, his fingers slowly stroking her up and down, parting her lips and allowing the liquid to leak onto her and his fingers. Before she realized it she cried out, her hands pressing against the bed as she arched her back, her head tilting downwards only to see his head between her legs. His mouth was on her core, his tongue swirling around that hardened bud as his index finger forced its way inside of her. Oh gods, yes! No...oh no YES. This felt amazing and she felt so guilty for liking it, but oh gods did she like it. She trembled as her toes curled against the sheets, her hands grasping his head as her fingers tangled in his hair; she was panting and her chest was heaving with effort yet she'd done nothing. "Shieda...haa.." The way she said his name was like sin itself.

He kept going, curling his finger inside of her as his mouth suckled at her clit; she was writhing beneath him and those moans were like music to his ears. She was so tight, clamping around his finger and he coaxed another finger inside of her; he pumping his fingers in tandem with the rotation of his tongue, working her deeper with every twist of his wirst. He could feel her trying to push his fingers out but he doubled his efforts, twisting and turning his fingers as he slips a third digit inside, lapping at her clit. He could feel her bearing down and the way she fluttered against his fingers, he knew he had to stop. He withdrew his fingers from her and raked his tongue from her entrance all the way up to her clit, leaning back as he slides his fingers inside of his mouth only to suck her juices from his fingers in a blatant display of obvious like. He watched her laying there, out of breath with quivering legs and his hands reached for his pants, fingers undoing the restraints that kept them up. He slowly peeled his pants open, revealing more and more skin each time, as if he were playing it up for her. The way his musculature led her eyes downwards as he slid his pants down his hips to let his member spring forth to reveal exactly how aroused he was, one hand grasping it firmly within his grasp as it pulsed. He slid his hand up and down that thick, long shaft with a moan as he tilted his head back watching her watch him pleasure himself; her eyes were wide and that fear crept back onto her countenance at the sheer size of himself and he clenched his muscles, flexing.

She made a sensual sound of approval, her legs squeezing shut as she rubbed her thighs together. Watching him touch himself was so intimate and sexual in a way she'd never thought she'd be with someone, yet here she was, lusting after a man she most likely shouldn't be with. She was so wet and seeing his member...it was like she longed for it to fill the void within her. Was this what she was missing, what the empty feeling was? Her inner walls fluttered as she watched his hand slide up and down his shaft, suckling her lower lip in anticipation.

He let his pants fall further down his thighs before he let go with a reluctant groan, taking her knees in both hands as he forced her legs apart, towering over her. She was ready and he was more than ready. He settled between her thighs, lowering himself over her as he pressed her further into the bed, settling onto an elbow by her head as he used his free hand to slide his member up and down her wet folds, his breath quickening as he guides the tip to her entrance, pressing in ever so gently. He knew this was going to hurt for the briefest of moments for her, but he'd make it up to her after the pain ebbed away. He brought his hand up and caressed it over her cheek, his lips descending on hers, distracting her as he forced himself inside of her with a swift thrust of his hips, sheathing himself to the hilt with a cry from her that he swallowed. His lips moved to the corners of her eyes, kissing away the tears in an apology for the pain before he rubbed his thumb over her lips before kissing her again.

There was no denying that it hurt; that it was an intrusion of another sort that she'd never experienced. He was big and pulsing inside of her and she felt every inch of him, her walls vice gripping him as she kissed him, her hands cupping his face as she slid her thighs against his hips. She was so full, even through the pain it felt strangely good. She'd fantasized about this a time or two, embarassingly enough; reality was way better. It took a few moments, but she realized he was experienced and that he was waiting for her to be comfortable. He was quiet and patient and she knew he was being gentle for her sake. He at least thought enough of her to do that much.

He started to move once he felt her relax, her hands creeping over his shoulders as he set a slow yet even pace, pulling out of her to the tip only to crash back into her. He buried his head in her neck, his breath finally breaking it's even rhythym with a groan. He thrust into her, over and over, his lips sliding over the previously given love bite, the hand holding her face sliding down to wrap around her back as he held her. She wasn't the type of woman he intended to ever throw away, he just couldn't see himself loving her and leaving her, ever. She arched against him and he rolled his hips into hers, drawing out a moan from her as he breathed heavily into her neck. She was so tight, so wet; he bottomed out inside of her with a deep thrust and he ground his hips against hers causing her to grip him tighter. He hissed with a gutteral moan, pulling her body flush with his as he supported himself on the one cradling her back, his newly freed hand snaking between them to stroke her clit gently with the pad of his thumb. She was so tight that he felt himself edging closer and he wasn't about to finish before her. He slid in and out, grinding as he bottomed out inside of her swirling his thumb against her clit in perfect rhythym with his thrusts. He could feel her building up, the way she gasped and moaned, the relentless clenching of her around him. He had to hold on just a little longer...

He picked up the pace, thrusting more insistently into her, rolling his hips with each motion which only elicited every resounding sexy noise from the woman beneath him. There. He felt it, the wave of orgasm peaking as she shuddered beneath him, arching against him as she clawed his back. Her nails dug into him and she pulled him, rolling her hips against him and writhing against him, crying out his name loudly. Oh gods, he never thought he'd hear a woman say his name like that ever, but here she was, yelling it into the night as she came for him. He thrust into her faster, his thumb drawing out her orgasm as he moaned loudly into her ear, his member stiffening and releasing his seed inside of her as he stilled against her, his mucles flexing into those fingers of hers, rippling against her nails. He pushed himself up, as if he was about to push himself up, watching the dazed expression on her face, his lips parted as he panted, "Fuck...Minami..." He said breathlessly.

He rolled off of her with a groan, dislodging himself from within her as he landed on his back beside her, curling his arm as he brought her to his side. His bangs splayed out on either side of his face and he looked down at her. He didn't even bother to pull his pants up, not that they were down that far either way, but he did pull the cover up with his other hand to give her decency. His chest heaved and he just watched her, wondering if she was okay.

She curled up against his side, nestled against his side, her eyes watching him as she offers him a small smile. She pulled the blanket up, greatful for the modesty he was offering her. She just lay there looking at him like he looked at her. She wasn't sure where this left them, but...it couldn't be such a bad spot, right?

#league of legends #kayn #shieda kayn #ocs

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halcionskies · 3 years

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puffish

She silently sighed as she followed the blonde, almost impatiently yet persistently. Her steps were quiet and she didn't want to shatter the silence of the midsummer's night. It was finally cooling off at this ridiculous hour; it was well past anyone's normal decent bed time. The moon shone brightly and high in the sky, casting a radiant glow on them as they walked, shining brightly off of Allora's platinum hair. The blonde was so sweet and quiet and she never fussed let alone ever got angry. She was compelled to follow her because she'd previously disclosed to her that the Golden Demon Jhin had some sick and twisted fascination with her and she refused to let one of her best friend's fall victim to the serial killer.

"Allora...do we have to be out here...I mean..do you really need to do this?" Minami said in a low, almost hushed voice. The concern was palpable and she cast her sapphire blue gaze beside her to the dark haired man that stoically followed along. Kayn had agreed to come only because she knew Allora wasn't taking things seriously.

"You didn't have to follow me. This is the right time...there is no other convenient time." Muttered the blonde matter of factly. She carried a fishing spear in one hand and a bamboo canister in the other. Her dress was semi-flowy and very tasteful and entirely her. She let them through a thicket to a stream, where she stopped at the water's edge and cast her azure gaze on the dark yet still waters. They'd reached the destination where she farmed Puffish for the poison for the black market and subsequently Zed.

"You shouldn't be out here! That's the problem...Allora..you just told me a few hours ago that that psycho wants to..how did he put it?...'cast you into a blissfully beautiful eternity where you'll stay forever young' because you're 'his type'." Minami's voice was hushed but semi-angry, disbelief dripping from her lips.

"Yes..." The way the word hung on Allora's lips as she set the canister down and hiked up the skirt of her dress, making it so she could wade into the water without getting her clothes wet. She stepped into the cold water, switching the grasp on the spear as she hunched over slightly, watching the water.

Minami takes a seat on the river bank beside Kayn, both of them sitting side by side watching the blonde. The male was just protecting Allora, which Minami implored him to do but he had orders from Master Zed as well because Allora was the order's contact on the black market and for poisons. "...That's it? Yes? Agreement?...Allora..for..spirit's sake.." Minami said exasperated.

She thrust the spear into the water and turned in profile, giving them a smug and satisfying half-grin as she tipped the spear up to reveal a giant Puffish, bloated and squirming on the spear. She blinked a few times, giving them the first glance since they left. "What do you want me to do, Mina? I can't exactly just quit life because some weirdo has an obsession with murdering me." She wrests the fish free and throws it on the bank, swiveling back around to hunt once more.

"No..you don't have to just quit life. However, you need to be careful. You're not really a fighter and if he wanted he could murder you and you wouldn't even be able to respond. I'm worried about you..." Minami said, almost sadly, curling her legs up against her chest as she cupped her hands around her knees. A frown set on her face and she just looked at Kayn, knowing the male wouldn't reprimand Allora.

"I understand, Mina...but there's not much I can do. I've got a job to do and you know it's hard to get me to stay in one place because of that." She throws a few more Puffish on the bank, going back to the waters, trying to ease Minami's fears as she does her job. She was focused but could keep up with the dual tasks.

"Can't you just stay put for a little bit? Maybe in a few weeks..he'll get bored?" The dark haired girl asks hopefully, giving Kayn a nod of her head as if urging him to insist her as well.

"And where would I stay? I don't exactly have a home to go to..." She hoists herself out of the water, planting her wet legs on the shore, crouching down as she sinks to her knees a few feet in front of them. She reaches down to her left boot and she pulls out a paring knife and she begins to expertly dissect the Puffish. After an arduous few moments she pulls out a sac and puts it in the bamboo canister. She seems unphased by this task even though Minami watches in minute horror.

"You can stay with Kayn and Zed! At least they could protect you." She watches with utter distaste at the blonde dismembering the fish for the poison sac, shaking her head.

"She is right, Allora. You shouldn't go out alone. I can't protect you if I'm not with you." The dark haired male says, matter of factly, leaning back on one hand as he watches her. He knew she supplied them, but didn't think she actually did the entire job herself. He had to admit he was wrong.

Allora seems to think about it, chancing a glance at them, noticing the horrified and worried look on Minami's face. She was making her friend so worried, maybe she should agree. She didn't need to make her worry when she could just accept the help. She sighs in acceptance, "All right..Mina..I'll stay with them for a few weeks." She smiles at them and offers the paring knife to Minami, "Do you want to help?"

"Oh..no..definitely not...that's all you..." Minami says in a disgusted voice which causes Allora and Kayn to laugh.

#league of legends #kayn #ocs

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halcionskies · 3 years

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Chance Meeting

She didn't think a trip to the far edges to aid against the Noxians as a healer would end up like this. Her glittering aquamarine eyes squinted as her lips parted, breath passing between them with each heave of her chest. She was slightly doubled over, her hand pressed against the cold stone as she attempted to still her breathing. The little faction she'd been traveling with had been ambused by a rough and tumble group of Noxians and she'd barely managed to get away. She was in no way a fighter and seeing all of her allies fall like that to those barbarians was definitely not on her list of things to double back and reminisce about. She was jerked roughly out of her thoughts as she felt a breeze filter past her - wait..there was someone there. They weren't there a moment ago...

Her eyes fixated on the person, no, man. He was much taller than her and extremely well built, and..oh..he was shirtless. A blush dusted her cheeks as she dragged her eyes upwards. He had long black hair that was braided down his back and there was a streak of blue that framed the right side of his face. She couldn't fully see him, because as quickly as he appeared he darted in front of her only to take down an unruly Noxian that was poised to shoot her with a gun. Oh...she hadn't even noticed the intruder lurking there that was about to murder her.

She froze and her eyes widened - they were all there. The entire Noxian faction that had ambused her group. They must have tracked her and hunted her down. She was afraid. She had no fight in her, but here was this man, some how summoned out of thin air, defending her. She turned her head with a wry, embarassed expression as she winced. He was ruthlessly disposing of the Noxians with such ease and much blood shed. It was clear he was enjoying himself - she could hear the enjoyment in his deep and smooth voice. His voice stirred something in her; it was smooth like velvet and deep enough to be alluring and enticing, but electric enough to instill some sort of excitement. How could someone's voice do all of that?

She was too enthralled in her thoughts to realize he was stalking towards her. She heard the shuffle of his feet on the ground, one of his hands encircling the shaft of a rather vicious and sharp looking scythe. She flounded internally like a fish out of water and stood up as she took a step backwards only to have her back flesh against the hard stone wall. He stopped a foot in front of her, a cocky smirk gracing his features as he inclined his head. His voice was mocking, yet he seemed genuinely interested. "My, my...what did such a pretty little lady do to draw such a nasty little audience?"

She could see him in his entirety now. He was handsome, so very attractive. He definitely worked on himself because his physique was something to be desired. His features were strong and angular and his sole blue eye watched her with amusement. Strange enough his other eye was red and it kind of glowed. Interesting. Who was this man? She ogled him for what felt like forever, before she opened her mouth to speak in a low voice, "I was the healer for the allied faction. We were ambushed and I got away. Well...I mean..I tried to get away." She stammered and folded her hands together in front of her, bowing to the stranger. "Thank you, so much, for saving me. My name is Minami, may I know yours?"

"My name is Shieda Kayn, but you may call me Kayn. I guess you got lucky that I happened to be in the area and decided to hunt for Noxians." He almost gloated out the last part of his sentence, his lips keeping that smirk tightly. It was clear he enjoyed everything he did as if the bodies and blood surrounding them wasn't enough of an inkling.

It was then she noticed the small gash on his chest that seemed to marr his otherwise pristine physique. She reached a delicate hand up wtihout thinking and reached forward, only to look at him questioningly. He didn't move to stop her, but merely gave her a questioning gaze. She stepped forward, gaining the courage to get closer to him before the smooth skin of her hand made contact with the chiseled contours of his left abdomen. She focused her energy and her hand began to glow the moment she touched him. She began to heal his wound, her eyes closed in focus as she stood there quietly; she could feel the heat in her cheeks. Could he see it?

Without warning, he grabbed her hand, only letting her do enough to staunch the bleeding. "It's not necessary." He said lowly, turning around. He looked over his shoulder, "I will take you to your randezvous spot. I can't exactly leave you defenseless out here..." The grin on his lips was enough to say he didn't exactly hate her, but she felt like this might be a strange yet new adventure...and she found herself wanting to be around him. She didn't even know anything about him other than his name really - but she wanted to know more.

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