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lux-theladyofluminosity:

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12. Kiss on the neck

Lux was leaning against the wall, waiting for her… companion to join her, whoever it was. Noticing the Demacian redhead, Alex come through the door, the fond memories of their meeting replayed within her mind.

"Alex…" She said, walking closer towards him. "Uh… knowing you, you might not mind this but…" The blonde tilted her head towards him, letting her lips press against the man’s neck. She pulled away slightly, flushed and embarrassed.

Inside a closet, why did it have to be a closet? He heard her voice, it lit up the room for him, the sound bouncing around the tight space. “L-Lux.” His voice trembled as fear slowly spread in his being. He heard her move towards him, a soft touch on his arm ,followed by the press of her lips against his neck. It soothed him somewhat. his arms just wrapped around her, holding her in an embrace. Lux could feel how tense he was, the slight shiver in his arms and the shallowness of his breath. “L-let’s just stay like this for a while. .. Please? until that 7 minutes is up.” He whispered. 

((I forgot he was claustrophobic. HAHAH))

A Little Drunk

lux-theladyofluminosity:

musicalredhead:

"Likewise, Miss Lux." He giving a small wink as he shook her hand.

"You have such small hands, wonderfully soft too. You must be quite a small lady." He gives a look of shock, then sadness, dramatically clutching at his chest. "Alas, what a tragedy. The dreaded friendzone."  He let’s out a boisterous laugh, "I’m just kidding, another friend is always wonderful to have and you have a point there Miss."

She smiled, nodding as she took his hand. “Thank you for the compliment.” If he was here in the bar, he must have been a Demacian citizen. “And it’s pleasant to make a new friend too, especially… around here.” She wouldn’t admit to him that she was no longer as close to her brother or the prince now, or that she simply kept her relationships with other Demacian champions professional. “So… Mr. Alex, what brings you to this bar? Do you seldom come here every night?”

Alex merely smiled, “Yes… it is quite a challenge to meet likable people here, isn’t it.” He raised his glass carefully guiding it to his lips, taking a sip of the burning alcohol. “Just  a little craving. Now, now, before you even think about it. I don’t get this craving often.” He added with a chuckle “Hmm… and you? I should ask you the same thing.”

"C’mon, that’s rude. Say something if you’re there. Can’t really greet my guests when they don’t make themselves known."

transcendedjusticar:

musicalredhead:

transcendedjusticar:

That sounds crowded. Didn’t it get… too busy?" Syndra sighs. "Maybe I’m biased. I’m used to being alone. But… four siblings, you, and your parents seems… overwhelming. Loud, especially for those who base on hearing.

She goes silent for a moment.

Is it inappropriate to ask how you lost sight?" she asks, and the tone of her voice suggests she trully doesn’t know.

"A little bit." he admitted "But it was all good fun in the end."

Alex smiles “It’s fine. It’s not an exciting story, let me tell you that now.” He gives a chuckle before continuing “I think I was ten when it started. It was a slow loss, little by little my vision deteriorated. At first prescribed glasses could do the trick. It was only later it was found out I had a disorder and then by the time I was eighteen or was that sixteen- anyway , by that time. I was as good as blind. I could only identify light from dark. Could I.. maybe ask you the same thing? How did you lose your sight?”

Syndra sighs, slipping a finger under her headdress. 

It was my… arrogance and ignorance… My mad power-craze… that made me lo-" she stops suddenly, gasping, as if she realised she had said too much.

Those… those are the reasons why… Duchess ordered… me blindfolded," she utters quickly, a bit like in panic. But then her voice gains a tone of saddness.  "For my punishment… and training of my will and obedience. I was condemned not to see again.”

Alex raised a brow, cocking his head to the side at her sudden pause and reaction. “Oh, right. I forgot. Sorry. I kept thinking you were actually blind.”

"Still, that’s rather harsh, don’t you think? Forever is a long time.." Alex looked off to the side, seeing the last wisps of light before darkness takes over.

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transcendedjusticar:

No, no. Thank you. I don’t want to interrupt you," she quickly replies to his offer, shuffling her feet in the air and biting her lip. She really didn’t know how to talk to him, bearing in mind her first impression. He didn’t sound as mad as he was before, but Syndra never could really tell people’s emotions, even when she could see, and now… 

I don’t think my company is welcomed… I’m sorry for… earlier," she winces. It sounded so stupid, so meek and… Syndra grumbles, unhappy with the way she said that, but after she started, she has to finish. "I… got off on the wrong foot today. You don’t have to bear with me more than necessary, musi-…. sir.

"No, I insist." Alex simply replied. He continued to fix himself, rather attempt to fix what he couldn’t see, trying to make the stiff attire feel right on his body. 

"All water under the bridge." He paused. "I admit I was rather difficult, and what sickness I felt earlier does not excuse my behaviour, I’m sorry as well. Shall we start again with clean slates?" Alex smiled, before adding. "Just don’t do anything to my dog. And we’re good."

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transcendedjusticar:

That sounds crowded. Didn’t it get… too busy?" Syndra sighs. "Maybe I’m biased. I’m used to being alone. But… four siblings, you, and your parents seems… overwhelming. Loud, especially for those who base on hearing.

She goes silent for a moment.

Is it inappropriate to ask how you lost sight?" she asks, and the tone of her voice suggests she trully doesn’t know.

"A little bit." he admitted "But it was all good fun in the end."

Alex smiles “It’s fine. It’s not an exciting story, let me tell you that now.” He gives a chuckle before continuing “I think I was ten when it started. It was a slow loss, little by little my vision deteriorated. At first prescribed glasses could do the trick. It was only later it was found out I had a disorder and then by the time I was eighteen or was that sixteen- anyway , by that time. I was as good as blind. I could only identify light from dark. Could I.. maybe ask you the same thing? How did you lose your sight?”

(Source: musicalredhead)

Blind leading the blind (Closed with transcendedjusticar)

transcendedjusticar:

Hours passed, and she didn’t know exactly how many until she heard the tower bells go off five times. Her stomach was growling at her, and her eyes were itching. He did have one point - keeping track of time was awfully hard when you can’t see the light. 

Syndra considers grabbing a quick snack before going to get the musician, but then decides against it. He was acting up enough today, and another fail wouldn’t really help her at leaft ease her incredible first impression. Eventually, she finds her way back to his door. It was a good thing she memorised the corridors, so she could count her steps and the doors to be sure she was knocking on his.

But she didn’t. Hearing the slow, calming music, she stops, and doesn’t do anything to interfere. It’s surprisingly soothing, especially with the evening birds and buzz in the distance, coming from out the windows. 

Only when there’s a moment of silence - maybe with the end of the song, maybe to catch a breath - she hesitantly knocks on the door, still sniffling a bit, her voice bearing the marks of her crying, even though he really wanted to conceal it.

Musician? It’s five in the evening. Your concert is at six. You… might want to start to get ready," she stops for a moment. "I’ll just… wait here.

Though he already felt as good as he could be, he felt it right to end the song. Taking a breath at a pause, just before he could start with the refrain, a knock breaks his concentration. With a sigh, the flute dissipates from his hands, “Very well, thank you.” He replied curtly. 

It took him a few minutes, the sound of cloth moving and quite a few huffs and grunts from the man as he changed into his formal attire, the classic black and white get up. He ran his fingers down the cloth fliicking the tailcoat just to straighten it out. Alex thought for a moment “You could wait inside, you know.”

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Blind leading the blind (Closed with transcendedjusticar)

transcendedjusticar:

She silently puts the luggage down onto the floor, and walks out, a couple of of her steps and the creak of the door signifying her exit. Before he closes the door behind her, though, she says a single thing.

I’ll be back to get you to the concert hall. Not earlier.

With that, she walks away. 

She was rude, more than usually to people, and she knew it. Even if he was annoying, it was not her intention to be this… harsh. She was angry at herself for it.

But she knew why.

First, he upset her. Made her wait. Made her hesitate and doubt, and confused. She got lost. Then the people… she felt like she was about to burst. That… that would not be good.

Especially with the whispers in the back of her head.

No, no, no.

She had to get to a safe place. Somewhere she knows… at least somewhere where she isn’t lost. Somewhere where there are no people that point and laugh, making her want to snap right back at them.

Syndra leans on a wall in a remote corner of the building. She didn’t even bother to find her room.

She wanted to just be alone.

She slides down against the wall, pulls up her legs and curls into a ball in the corner. Her orbs disperse. She trembles. 

Exposition to fear, huh, Duchess? I think this time it was too much…

The great sorceress is reduced back to a nervous teenager she thought she never was. The great Syndra is reduced to a small woman that cries herself to sleep even before midday. 

Hearing the door click shut, Alex let out a ground in frustration, running his hand through his hair, “Ugh, of all the-” he trails off in a sigh, no use getting pissed about her attitude. He opens up his luggage, counting through the hangers figuring out which was the outfit he had chosen to perform in.

He whistles Recon to come close, unbuckling her harness and letting her roam around the room while he began to work on nursing the headache and nausea brought about by the sea trip and her carrying him with magic.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, producing an ethereal green flute between his palms, grasping the ghostly instrument gently he sets it to his lips, playing a tune to revitalize himself and anyone who’d hear his music. Gradually he feels his head getting clearer, the longer he played the better he felt, till he was good as new.

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transcendedjusticar:

musicalredhead:

He lets out a longing sigh, though he treated the spell like a reward for himself, letting him ‘see’ again. even if for just a scant few minutes. 

"It’s no problem, and I’m sorry again. Really?" he asked, surprised. "Ah, I… It’s what my siblings do for me, when they want to show me something, they describe it as best as they could."

He allows himself to laugh rather boisterously “Of course, of course.” he replied with a chuckle. “I’ll even bare myself to you for a good clean hit but we’re straying from something important we both learned today. You’ve got quite a good singing voice.” He said, his grin obvious from his amused tone.

Last time you said anything about my voice, it was ‘booming’ not ‘singing’," her remark seems to be more of a slight hit, than denying the compliment. "There’s nothing special to it. I used to sing a lot. It’s one of the things I picked up to beat the boredom...”

Syndra sighs.

Siblings, you say. More than one? How is it to have someone like that? They must be kind people to take your blindness into consideration…

"I’m pretty sure I’m allowed to change my opinions aren’t I?" Alex smiles, "mhm."

"Yes, we’re four siblings in the family. My eldest brother, me, and my twin siblings. They’re… They’re good people, it was the eldest that thought of describing things to me when I gradually lost my sight to a disease."