No more exiled Morgana :)
Characters Used in this Chapter:
Blade Mistress Morgana
Arclight Varus
*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*
The sound of a noisy alarm clock woke me up as I groan lazily and shoved the stupid alarm clock off the table with rage.
"Shut up alarm clock! Can't you see I'm trying to sleep?" I yelled grumpily as I pulled the cozy covers over my head and prayed that the alarm clock would stop. For a few minutes, it finally stopped, causing me to sigh in relief as I try to shut my tired eyes to rest.
"Someone is grumpy today," a deep voice called out. I reopen my eyes and push my covers away quickly as I observe a shirtless Varus standing there with a neutral expression.
"Oh, Varus. Morning," I greeted nervously as my heart began to race quickly, and felt my cheeks burn up uncontrollably. I guess I still have a secret crush on this guy, but too bad I hadn't told him about it yet. It was five years ago when I had my first crush on him, but after he left a year later, I really missed his dear life. I just can't believe I finally found him and stayed with him for a good three years. For those three years, we worked together for Noxus, going on dangerous missions as high-class villains and destined to defeat these so-called lame superheroes.
"Good morning to you too Morgana," he replies as he stares at the alarm clock on the floor.
"Sorry if I woke you up with my rampage," I confess as I play with my fingers nervously. Damn you alarm clock, you just had to ruin everything, did you? "So um, what's up?"
"Well, as you can see, Swain has an important mission for us later today. I think it was something about rituals and stuff like that and he wants us to be there to assist him," Varus inform as I nod my head but I clearly didn't hear what he had to say because of my constant blush of embarrassment. I couldn't help it since Varus was standing in front of me shirtless with only black shorts on. "Morgana? Are you okay? Your face is turning really red." I gasp in surprise as I wave both of my hands denyingly. Crap, he noticed.
"I-It's nothing at all, it's just a little hot in here," I say as I change the position of my hands and fan my face with them. Varus tilt his head in confusion.
"Hot? But it's like 52 degrees here," Varus respond and I wanted to face palm at that moment. I couldn't believe I came up with such a poor excuse, even Varus is not buying it. At the sane time, Varus has really changed into a more mature guy. I remember when we were both teenagers, he was the flirty type of guy who would make dirty jokes and I honestly thought he was going to make a joke when I said that it was hot in here. "Are you sick?"
"Sick?" I ask. Varus suddenly got on the bed and become closer to me, close enough to make me flush like a madwoman. He crawled on my bed on his knees over my body as I watch him in shock. His face was about five inches from my face as he took his hand and place it on my forehead. "V-Varus? You don't have to check on me," I stutter as he glance with his bright yellow pair of orbs into mine and his face was clearly in concern.
"I don't want you to be terribly sick. If you are, then you should allow me to take care of it," respond Varus and hearing those words melted my heart. I couldn't believe he was actually worried about me, it was almost like how Kayle would worry about me when I was little. But... it feels different with Varus, it fills me with the feeling of desire that I have never had before. I began to realize that I had gazed at him silently for awhile minutes which was significantly creepy so I looked away from him sadly.
"I'm not sick, Varus. Can I go to the bathroom real quick?" I ask softly. Varus gave me another look of attention as if he had said something to hurt me and froze for a few moments until he got off the bed to allow space for me to exit.
"I'm sorry," Varus apologize as I rolled off of my bed and quietly walk into the bathroom. I close the door behind me and lean on it with a tired sigh. I step over to the sink with a mirror over it as I looked at myself and notice how different I look then when I was a teenager. I remember that shy cute blonde girl I used to be, but look at me now. Pinkish Purple hair, bright red eyes that I recently got upon joining Noxus after they infuse me with more power, and the pale blue skin of mine. I look really ugly but I don't know why Varus wants to be around me. I gently place a hand on my heart as it began to bounce in this strange feeling. I remember when I had a crush on him, but now it's more than just a crush, isn't it? Varus doesn't know yet, and I don't plan to until I find the right time. He doesn't know that I ... that I think of him more than a friend. I took a deep breath to calm myself down.
"I think I'm in love with him," I speak softly to myself.
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I walk out of the restroom and notice that Varus was on the couch watching TV alone. My stomach growled, causing me to curse my stomach for growling too hard as it caught Varus' attention. He grins warmly and got up from his seat slowly. Oh great, he heard my stomach, thanks, stomach.
"You hungry?" ask Varus.
"Yeah, but I can make breakfast on my own. You don't have to make it for me, just sit back down and watch some television," I order as he frown and sat back down. I sigh in relief as I walk over to the kitchen but froze and slowly flush in humiliation. There was another strange feeling that urges me to change my mind but I'm a damn independent woman. I really wanted Varus to actually make breakfast for me but then again, it'll just make me look like a bitch. I proceed to make breakfast and feed myself before I die from starvation.
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away." - 1 Corinthians 13:4-8
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