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Taliyah tried her best to look away , but God . . . His hips really don't lie . "You're lucky I like you , " she muttered with a blush .

picks her up. proceeds to yeet her into the pool.

Screams of horror.

" Ekko , what the actual HECK are you doing ? ! I COULD'VE DROPPED MY CROISSANT ! " There , being held above the water , is a croissant .

"Why the hell does Kitai's cake taste like soap??"

" It does ? Maybe it's because of that one weird liquid I found . . . "

" Bitch , that's a nickname . And no , our future son's nickname will NOT be Ludacris . "

"Baby... Baby, I love you, but you CANNOT name the child."

" I let you name the first one, you PROMISED you'd let me name the second one, dammit. "

" But you want to name him Ludacris . . . Baby , there are some boundaries . "

"Baby... Baby, I love you, but you CANNOT name the child."

" I let you name the first one, you PROMISED you'd let me name the second one, dammit. "

Taliyah  was  always  amazed  by  tall  people .  More  specifically ,  their  hands .  Call  it  whatever  you  want ,  but  it’s  just  so  interesting .  Hell ,  his  palm  could  probably  cover  her  whole  face !  Yeah ,  her  attention  was  split  as  he  spoke .

Taliyah  looked  up  suddenly ,  Sett’s  face  WAY  closer  than  it  just  was .  Wow ,  okay ,  personal  space .  Her  hazel  eyes  studied  him ,  silent  for  a  moment  or  two .  Was  this  a  person  she  should  trust ?  After  all ,  he  did  do  a  LOT  of  damage  earlier . . .  Oh ,  whatever .  She  can  fend  for  herself .

To  answer  Sett’s  question ,  Taliyah  just  smiled  innocently .  “ The  arena  is  made  of  stone ,  by  the  look  of  it .  I  can  protect  myself .  “  Taking  a  look  around ,  the  Shuriman  just  hummed .  “ I  wanted  to  know  what  people  were  talking  about .  You’re  the  Boss ,  no ?  “

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" Who should we step on ? Swain ? He'd kill us - ! "

Taliyah really wants those plates .

"i could hold a knife up to your throat and you'd beg for me to cut you. a spoon is nothing"

" What happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom . "

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 While he was not surprised that she already showed him such a display of respect, it brought a small pang of a prick to his chest. It was not that she was truly respected him, it was out of necessity… and perhaps… fear… Again, he did not blame the woman for such reactions, they were natural, but it did not stop the panging in his chest, and the guilt that went unseen atop his shoulders.

    A soft mutter to himself, a quiet curse of annoyance. Most pertricite shackles were unstable, but of course… they were not meant to be taken off. Their intention was to bind, and then… most would wear them to their grave, which was likely nothing more than a large hole away from the innocent and evil eyes of the world.

    He grabbed Taliyah’s hand with a delicate touch, unfitting of one which seemed as threatening as him. But, rather than the plain gesture, he turned her hand gently, so her palm faced down, and his other hand reached towards the shackle. Pinching a part of it between two fingers, he stared blankly, like he was considering something…

    And then, as though it was only as sturdy as a dried twig, it cracked from the pressure. Like when a single thread was ripped from a web, the rest seemed to crack, and it fell off of her wrist. He hesitated, not letting go quite yet, using the hand that broke it to gently dust off any of the remaining, small shards of petricite, that would be like burning embers upon a mage’s skin, should they remain too long…

    Without another delay, he did the same with the other shackle, and the pathetic remains simply clattered to the ground, forgotten, abandoned… and at this point, useless. A small triumph in his mind–a single less weapon against the innocent who are unfortunate to be… vulnerable.

    “I apologize for not doing that sooner.” His voice was low, strong and steady. A small smile found its way onto his expression, followed with a minute tilt of his head to the side. “But it matters not if they overreacted… That is not a topic I wish to delve in any further, however.” Likely, it would be best for both of them to not dwell on the things that happen here.

    How innocent must a girl like this be? He envied her, to a degree. Ignorancewas bliss, but too much bliss was toxin. Garen cleared his throat, and the next words he spoke were slow, but at least clear, and spoken in the native tongue of the unfortunate visitor.

    “It is a pleasure to meet someone like you, Taliyah Levy.”

Taliyah  was  always  a  fan  of  tall  people .  Big ,  strong ,  able  to  kill  her . . .  The  fear  was  always  replaced  by  curiosity .  Even  after  meeting  Sett ,  a  7′8  beast ,  she  was  interested .  And  Garen  definitely  got  on  her  good  side .

When  he  had  grabbed  her  small ,  cold  hands ,  she  knew  what  he  could  do .  He  could  easily  break  her  fragile  bones ,  yet  he  did  something  better .  He  crushed  the  binds .

Taliyah  let  out  a  surprised  gasp  when  he  had .  No  matter  how  hard  the  shuriman  had  struggled ,  they  refused  to  move  to  a  better  position ,  yet  Garen . . .  He  just . . .

The  short  woman  stared  up  at  him ,  eyes  wide  with  shock  and  excitement . “  Thank  you ,  sire !  That -  how  did  you -  hm . . . “  A  soldier  perhaps ?  Maybe  a  guard  for  the  royal  or  royal  himself .  Probably  why  he’s  referred  to  as  Sire .  And  that  build . . .

“  If  you  don’t  mind  me  asking ,  do  you  fight  with  your  fists  or  a  sword ?  Strength  like  that  means  you  fight ,  no  doubt .  You  look  too  young  to  be  the  general ,  but  if . . .  No . . .  “  Taliyah  rambled .  If  one  couldn’t  tell ,  she  enjoys  guessing  and  speaking .  People  in  general  was  something  she’s  good  at .  Maybe  that’s  why  Swain  had  spoken  to  her .

Taliyah  gently  rubbed  her  wrists  as  she  thought .  They  were  red ,  probably  redder  than  her  cheeks  whenever  complimented .  The  stone  felt  rough . . .  Was  it  supposed  to  eventually  dig  into  her  skin  and  cause  blood ?  Maybe  she  should’ve  heeded  the  warnings . . .

Wait ,  did  Garen  say  something ?  Taliyah  looked  back  up  at  him ,  smiling  widely .  “  Please ,  call  me  Taliyah !  Or  Tali ! “  

Sahira slaps Taliyah. "GREETINGS, BATCH!!"

The now hurt Shuriman stared at the coyfox vastaya , cheek held by her right hand . " What was THAT for ? " Taliyah asked in an annoyed tone.

This . . . was definitely strange . His explanation made Taliyah's blood run cold . An arena ? She had heard of it , but she thought it was only something silly her mom had made up to get her to stop playing so rough . Granted , that didn't work , but . . .

Taliyah was brought out of her thoughts when a sudden hand gripped her shoulder . It was large and rough , something she definitely wasn't used to . The shuriman stiffened at the contact , though didn't open her mouth for refusal . In fact , she feared refusing the general . Who knew what a man like Swain could do ?

" N - No . . . I haven't visited a city under the rule of Noxus . I grew up in a tribe that was always on the move , though I did encounter people from there . If I'm to be honest , they seemed almost . . . Miserable . " Taliyah answered his question lightly , eyeing the city . It was dark , in her opinion . Crowded and full of blacks , reds , and dark blues . Dangerous eyes followed the pair , one reason being because of Swain , the second because of Taliyah's bright clothing . Places like this always made her stick out like a sore thumb . " Do people know how to be subtle ? "

The realization was evident in her eyes, the earth colored irises widening in recognition. “The pleasure is all mine, miss Taliyah” Swain replied smoothly, quieting down to listen to the girl’s explanation. 

An ideological approach to answering was the Shuriman’s choice. He’d reply in kind. “Some of our customs are brash” The general admitted to the girl. “But violence is universal language. We try to limit the use of violence to battlefield or arena. Should someone start practicing excessive violence outside those theaters… We offer them a choice. To serve in penal legion and take their tendencies to battlefield, or to the arena where our champion Draven will educate them on the wielding of such violence for amusement’s sake” He offered her a chilling smile at the end of this explanation. 

Stepping beside her, his hand closed around her shoulder, turning to young woman to walk with him, the two heading deeper into the city of Noxus Prime. “Have you visited the Noxian cities in Shurima? Tell me, how are they nowdays?” He asked in conversational tone, as the two began making their way deeper into the city.

Jericho . . . Swain . One of the three rulers of Noxus . Taliyah's eyes widened a bit after his introduction , though it was blinked away at the question . " It's nice to meet you , General Swain . A - And . . . Err . . . That's a hard question to answer . Part of me says the rocks are neat , but the other says it's standards . How anyone is welcomed — it sounds like a nice place , not including the bloodshed or trickery . "

Continuation from x ♤ @visionofnoxus

Taliyah got the hint . The curious girl took a step back , eyeing the Noxian cautiously . She was always a bit skeptical of Noxians ever since . . . The thing had happened . Nonetheless , she answered the question . " Taliyah . And . . . You are , sir ? " Taliyah's voice read her nervousness . Perhaps starting a conversation with someone she's yet to know is dangerous ?

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