@avocadogucci 2 Jahre noch dann fallen Sie dir von hinten nach vorne aus und du bekommst die Ronaldo Frisur ohne sie schneiden zu lassen... Schicksal ist Schicksal
she hovers rakan.
i lock xayah without saying anything.
we both know.
the first few minutes are quiet.
just farming.
just existing in the same lane again.
i forgot how she moves. or maybe i didn't.
she positions like she's reading my mind.
always in the right spot.
always one step ahead of what i need before i need it.
i throw feathers and she's already adjusting.
creating space.
pulling their attention so i can set up the angle.
it's annoying how natural this feels.
she engages and i swear to god she strokes that W key different than anyone else. soft then sudden.
the way she drifts in and out. testing. teasing.
waiting for the perfect moment.
then she commits.
flash R into both of them. no hesitation. no ping.
she just expects me to be there.
i am.
i'm already autoing before she lands.
feathers everywhere.
she knocked them up and i pull everything back.
double kill.
silence on the call.
just the sound of her breathing through the mic.
"nice" she says. quiet.
"yeah" i say.
we don't talk about how we moved like one player. how her hands controlled her champion and somehow mine too.
how i followed her in without thinking because my body remembered before my brain could stop it.
she backs off after the fight and i watch her character retreat.
smooth. patient. controlled.
she always played like that.
like she knew something i didn't.
like every movement was deliberate.
i used to watch her hands on the keyboard when we were together.
the way her fingers danced between abilities.
the way she'd posture up before an all-in. shoulders forward.
leaning in. focused.
i don't see her hands anymore.
but i see her champion move and i remember exactly how she's sitting right now.
some things you can't unlearn.
after the game she says "that was clean"
"yeah" i say.
neither of us leaves the lobby.
we're over each other.
we're over who we were out of game
we tell ourselves that.
but in game?
we'll never find better.
and we both know it.
study the saskio way
i duo queue with my ex every couple months
we don't talk about it. it just happens.
2am. both online. she sends the invite. or i do. neither of us acknowledges who sent it first.
the discord call is 90% silence. no "how have you been." no "seeing anyone?" just pings and callouts.
"flash down."
"jungler bot."
"nice."
that's the whole conversation.
here's the thing though.
our 2v2 is still nasty.
she knows when i'm going in before i ping it.
i know her cooldowns better than the last 6 supports i've played with.
we don't communicate because we don't need to.
400 games of muscle memory doesn't give a fuck about relationship status.
we'll go 7-2 together. maybe 8-1 on a good night.
then it's "gg" and we're offline for another 2 months.
no follow up. no "we should do this more often." nothing.
because we both know what this is.
it's not friendship.
it's not rekindling.
it's not even nostalgia.
it's that neither of us has found better synergy.
and that's the uncomfortable truth about duo queue.
you can break up with someone and still be stuck with them competitively.
you can hate someone's guts and still combo perfectly in a teamfight.
you can move on emotionally and still be hardstuck trying to replace what you had in game.
some people have exes they still fuck.
i have an ex i still duo with.
honestly not sure which is worse.
study the saskio way
Hot take aber Leute deren Lieblingsfilm ein Marvel Film ist sind zu low IQ um richtiges Kino zu verstehen und brauchen alles einfach erklärt und cgi overload