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there it was . the answer he wanted .
“ i would agree , ” a short , to the point , response , yet it carried much volume . “ many tribes have offered much help , yet you have not . ”
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“ you’ve lived an eventful life , ” he would take a sip of his tea as a raven would land outside , perched on a nearby windowsill as beady red eyes curiously peeked in .
“ and now your adventures have left you here , it makes one like myself naturally curious . ”
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his eyes widened, mouth opening a small amount, illusion like he let out a gasp. 𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙣 presence. his homeland. his eyes traveled down to his own hands.
" you could have met any other, but an ionian that is now demacian? "
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a noncommittal hum followed in response—truly , how she got under his skin so fast was a mystery .
perhaps he could switch tea for some wine . . . “ already did . ”
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a raven would perch on the window sill of as the grand general took a sip of his tea , “ but you seem to be doing just fine . taking advantage with that charmer boyfriend of yours , no ? ”
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imagining a plot to k!ll his parents knowing how brooding he gets , i’m a little crazy but like i can imagine perfectly when he finds out about their treasons and when he figures out he has to do something about it like….hi
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“ your presence is hard to simply ignore , you don’t fit in to the noxian mold here . ”
that much was obvious , from appearance—armor—to weapon of choice . “ it isn’t often that ionian presence is so close here in noxus . why waste an opportune moment . ”
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" that is true. " his eyes landed on the general, a little unsettled that he felt his eyes staring at him. was he studying him?
" i wonder why the interest in having tea with me. surely there must be a reason. "
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heeled toes would click on pavement as the grand general so graciously opened the door for the artist .
“ welcome , it isnt everyday we have ionian visitors . ”
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the grand general would amuse the conversation just this once . “ do tell me about ionia’s inhabitants , how are they treating your kind lately ? ”
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the general would pour himself a cup of tea as well . eyes never leaving the other . “ perhaps . . . ” he would voice would drawl , seemingly in contemplation , “ i’d keep an eye out if i were you . attention always does bring ill tides . ”
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he perked up, quite surprised. he gained attention of his people? he thought for a moment.
" i am not quite sure, but .... perhaps they recognized me from my time here. or just because i am demacian. who can tell? "