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The Finest Struggle CH 3Chapter 3 - Rain
Vi's sudden question caught Caitlyn completely off guard. Sure she had already asked herself the same earlier after the argument with Jayce; her conclusion being she did love Vi but as a friend. But now... Now she was sure there was something more. She didn't know if it was just the proximity or the fact that she could hear Vi's heart beating as fast as her own; but fact is, there was a warm fuzzy feeling spreading inside her, giving her the famous butterflies in her stomach she had heard about. She gathered all her resolve and finally opened her eyes, her gaze meeting the enforcer's.
“I'm sorry. That was such a silly question, wasn't it? Of course you love me, otherwise you wouldn't put up with all the mess I cause everyday!” Vi cut her off, laughing nervously. “You're such a good friend cupcake.”
She awkwardly broke the embrace and patted Caitlyn gently on the head with one of her massive gauntlets. The sh
My Heart, Your Light CH 2Would take two days to reach the League; precious time for Lux and Ezreal. Since no one ever knew they were "an item", any time they could spend alone was gladly welcome. But they both knew things would get even harder from that day on. After Lux filling him up on the recent events, Ez could help it but being worried.
Ezreal: You do realize things will be even more difficult for us right? Jarvan will probably try everything he can to make you accept his request; and let's not forget that our so-called "field trips" will be watched closely most likely...
Lux: *Sighs* I know... I've given that a thought already. But like I said before, nothing that he may try will work. As for our "field trips"... I don't see anything that would give us away on it; I mean we are inside old temples or old caves most of the time. I give you some light while you take a look around and then we take some times for ourselves. Even if someone would go to watch us, we would notice.
Ezreal: You go a point
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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