Revenants - Arcane LOL x Male Reader

Chapter 17

Rubbing my forehead, wondering if this venture is really all worth it. This woman is headstrong and it is pretty obvious if she can't one thing out of this she will make sure to make the most of it.

"Then right here, same time, every week until you start getting sick of my voice."

"And if we can't make it?"

I shrug, "That's all I have for you," then turning in place, "The chances are I will always be here, for the moment it should be an acceptable way to go about it, then again it is me having to come here I could always visit you at your home," then shake my head stopping her before she could say that it was out of the question.

"I wouldn't want to go into territory that would just send me off to the afterlife all the quicker."

Then with a swift nod, I had to leave before being stopped, "What is your real name?"

I say as I leave, "Isn't it rude to assume that I didn't give you my real name? For the time being, you call me whatever you want, not like we are going to be best of friends," then lifting my hand into a wave, "See you around, shadow."

I turn the corner stepping into a dark corridor only for a hand to grab me by the arm. The mask meeting my bare face stays quiet for a moment before glancing back from where I came from, taking the time to observe the mask I then ask.

"Cal?"

The head nods, "It looks like she was in control the moment we showed face-"

I stop her, "I was in control, don't misjudge the situation."

She shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest, "Or because you have a thing towards women in power? You were supposed to get your mask back and not let her end up keeping it a souvenir and something to remember you by."

"I came to her, I have little grounds to make demands," I defend myself.

"Or you are just into her."

With a straight face, "Drop it, Cal. You are letting your personal feelings bleed through into business," then shaking my head, "What's with you?" I furrow my brow in confusion, "All of this constant bickering with me, to what end?"

Pressing her finger against my chest, "Because someone I admire is so detached from reality, but you don't do the effort to realize that there is so much... so much more to fucking live for than some revenge on someone that took your arm."

Keeping my cool, "Or aren't you misplacing your anger for me due to my lack of wanting to be romantically involved with you," she steps back, not able to see her eyes I then rub my forehead.

"It... no no no, it isn't that! It will never be about that!. You are self-destructive and you don't see any issues with that."

"Or you are just throwing excuses."

"How long will you keep on hiding your pain behind a broken mask? This isn't about me wanting you to acknowledge me but I just want you to stop and see that you are this close to having no control over yourself."

Grinding my teeth, "Would you just fucking stop!? Stop acting like you understand any fucking thing that happened, that there is even a slimmer of my past left in this person standing in front of you. Do you think it is so easy? To just bring something like that back? To undo all the torture and pain... that all my tears were for nothing. No right, you have no fucking right to judge you have no... no idea what the fuck I have been through!"

Then stepping away from her, "(Y/N)... I-"

I lift my shoulders, "Don't you fucking dare apologize. This is how you feel right? Don't tell me to be true to myself when you can't even do the same," then with a long sigh, "If you hate it here if you hate seeing me so much then go and join up with the Firelights. I won't stop you and they won't say no."

Hovering in place for a moment, I push forward despite wanting to take those words back. To late. It's funny... really fucking funny how despite how much I changed, I am still running... just from different things these days.

But how can I even be myself if I am not so sure who I am anymore?

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Sitting on a chair. This is all just becoming too much to deal with, I am tired and it just getting too much... damnit I just want to shut my eyes and just fade away.

I watch all our people getting ready for the waves of problems that are bound to happen on progress day. I watch a group of three step into the hideout, two of them leave after they all bump fists as the other locks their gaze onto me.

Pulling the mask aside and lowering the hood, she tosses a bag at the foot of the chair. Dropping down opposite of me not saying a word.

I watch her out of the corner of my eye, she then takes a deep breath, "They took it all, huh?" then shaking her head, "Sorry, guess my nerves caught up to me and honestly you piss me off quite a bit. Was just begging to let you hear me out but in the end, it just blew up in my face."

I tilt my head to the side, "I don't hate you, Cal," I then turn my gaze back to my front, "I had my fair share of disagreements with a lot of people, but I won't hate you... no, it takes a lot for me to want to dedicate everything just to see you in a grave."

She then jokes, "It only took an arm."

I chuckle, "Yeah. It isn't about the arm," I state, "It's everything, the promises that were broken with it. Prosthetics will never... ever be able to replace the real thing... the touch."

"I heard from Ekko you used to play the guitar."

I nod, "Can't anymore. Fingers don't work with me, it is just scraps down here and I haven't trusted anybody else other than Xani to put anything on me... maybe with this new arm I could but... no point. I am well past that stage, everything else is just lost and up in the air."

"Then it is time to clear the air," she smiles at me, pulling a bottle from the bag, "A drink?"

"Drinking doesn't work anymore."

"Not to drown your sorrows away, just... to relax for a change. I have a feeling we won't get the time to do that much. Knowing you... by the end of this week you might end up dead, no offense."

"It definitely won't hurt."