Sinister (girlxgirl)

Shadows

The Sinister Blade rubbed her eyes that had begun to succumb to sleep deprivation.

It had been a long day for her and as well as her duties. Simple as it may have been, the Sinister Blade's week had been outrageous. She had made quick and easy kills, using her ping tactic for her teammates to lure their enemies to their deaths and all the energy her deathly adrenaline put into. It helped the other champions in gaining victories but it caused a hard impact on her mind, making quick judgments and pinpointing strategy for long hours wore her out.

She observed the Freljordian King and Queen talk to some people that have gathered around them after a minute they had entered into view. Tryndamere up roared into laughter and threw his head back while the queen held her hands and chuckled to herself from the people's jokes which was a stark contrast between the pair. He patted her on the back roughly and caused her to stumble forward a bit and lose her footing.

Her face peeked from under the hood and eyed him with daggers before shaking off the sensation a second later. The queen's face twisted into a smile and her figure standing as still as a china doll on display or as a Noxian guard. Katarina observed them further and bobbed her head while the people amongst the crowd had blocked her vision from them. She soon gave up the chances of spying when her patience was to the brim. Laying back into her previous comfortable position, she toyed with her knives again but placed two back into her thigh strap.

A few minutes had passed of boring talk and Katarina's eyes becoming heavy, they were beginning to resist the urge to stay open. Other that her mind surging in all sorts of directions. The Sinister Blade shut her eyes finally and recalled their previous battle including the Frost Archer in it. She had never been on the Noxian's side much less in the same lane as her.

The queen's swiftness impressed her, but due to battle, she didn't said a word. Katarina had grown familiar with the way she fought, excellent at revealing her hiding seconds before her own death. She had escaped many times under the assassin's bloody knife and had met it twice as much.

Subconsciously, her hand wandered to her side and pinned her thoughts there.

Had the Archer been on the opposing team, she would have struck her in the heart countless times. Even if the assassin's outward expression blinded those around her, she was surprised to see the Archer help her. Not many people would help a Noxian such as herself even on the Fields of Justice. She wondered why the Archer came such a way to bring her heath from Sona, who was a Demacian of all people. Katarina shook her head with a scowl and pinched the bridge between her eyes to rid herself of thoughts. It wasn't like her to think so much. 

The venomous green eyes of the assassin focused once more on the hooded queen and the blue eyes that peeked out from time to time. It was the small details that kept her eyes open and her curiosity sharp. The archer's responses to the situation she was in were better than Katarina could ever do. Frozen in place, occasionally smiling, her features showing no sign of interest but deep in thought.

Her mind must have wandered out several time because her smiles every 10 seconds were unnecessary. A slanted grin arose when she thought of the most bizarre thing. The assassin under that situation would have killed to silence them much to her amusement.

The assassin stretched her back and leaned to the warm spot in the wood where she had rested for a while now. She heard distinct words describing the match they were in earlier. The queen hadn't gone into much detail which Katarina liked. She wouldn't have wanted for her to discuss any private things that took place in the match and not to strangers at most. Although as the people asked more questions to the queen her face became unsure how to deal with all of them.

Fixing up a smile she found how to address them and they in return smiled. Tryndamere became silent as he chugged his beer in gulps. It seemed quite brutal that he drank that fact and wiped it shamelessly onto his bare arm then wiping it onto his armor. Thankfully he did that while his wife unwillingly chatted a bit more with the people and one by one they became uninterested and left.

Till the last one she spoke to left, the queen turned to him with her arms crossed. Katarina raised an eyebrow and halted her fiddling with the knife. The archer pulled the barbarian to the side in between a doorway just in front of the assassin's place. The darkened wood of the door enhanced the queen's side profile exquisitely, outlining every detail from the side of her face. Her blue eyes looked around alertly before turning sharply and hooking to him.

Their icy glint from the lantern lights above them shot the assassin's neck hairs high and stiffened her body. Catching hold of her body's actions she soothed her muscles and pressed the question as to why back into the dark of her mind. The Frost Archer's voice sounded different this time. From speaking with others it was calm but her slight expressions gave away her nerves and in the way that Katarina viewed it, it was more real.

She leaned in so much that her face almost became exposed and she had to hide back again. She perked her senses to them but couldn't make out what they said.

Tryndamere placed his hands firmly on his hips and swayed slightly looking down upon her. His position gave a vibe of impatience and malevolence to herwords and her lips began to slow down their quick movement from the intense staring. He cocked his head slightly to the side squinting his eyes and revealing a sly grin. He shifted his feet and turned to exit but turned back again and stroked his chin then sipped from his cup.

Furrowing his eyebrows and lowering his drink to the last thing she had said, he leaned himself far into her and backed her against the gray stone wall that caved them in. The assassin soaked every detail like a sponge. Slowly he raised his hand that instinctively met the handle of his sword and challenging her gaze, unsheathed it and brought it down to his side.

The whites of his knuckles uncovered the fury that raged inside him. His wife on the other hand, had not flinched once. Her arms had moved themselves down to sustain her back against the cold stone and her fingers wrapped around the edge of the wall. Strangely, her face was unaffected. She remained still and held her posture despite being forced against a wall. Not a wrinkle of her lips nor a tug from her brow indicated such fear to escape the royalty of Freljord.

Her hands betrayed her bravery and every second he inched forward, her grip strengthened. Tryndamere backed away after the few moments and gave some air back into Katarina's lungs. Taking the glass of beer to his face again, he drank till the last drop then belched unpleasantly loud. Katarina cringed upon hearing it echo even to where she lied perched.

The Frost Archer also cringed but for an entirely different reason. He laughed and then turned to exit at the same time his wife releasing her grip from the wall and releasing the tension. Before he left however, he brought himself close to her ear and whispered something that made her immobilize. After he had disappeared into the lessening crowd, the queen sunk herself to the step of the doorway and covered her head in her arms.

A few shutters escaped her form yet the silence concealed them. She had remained in that position for a while now and the crowd had diminished completely. With the moon illuminating the rugged dirt path and the white haired beauty, a glint of steel shone through the air before landing right beside the Freljordian's head. She slowly lifted her eyed to see what had impacted the wood and she examined the silver throwing knife engraved with an 'S'.

Noticing the way the back end stood up she trailed her eyes to the high beam overhead, and the disappearance of a shadow into the night.