❥ think you're funny, think you're smart;;

[trompeur]

 [It's pouring outside and LeBlanc is stuck inside of a shitty hut in the middle of a fucking desert until it stops. She had been heading toward Icathia in hopes of seeking out Malzahar, but the weather--oh the fucking weather.]

T'is a desert. Rain shouldn't happen.

[She throws her cloak over a dusty table that creaks even under the cloth's light weight.]

If the Prophet wasn't so entertaining I wouldn't even bother, but...

[LeBlanc sighs. What the Grand General wills must be done.]

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[trompeur]

T'is never doubt, merely strategic cynicism.

[Leblanc smiles mischievously as he pushes her against the table, arms wrapping around him as she returns the kiss. It's been so long since she's felt this way--felt like she's actually wanted for more than just her power.

But the table creaks...]

Oh--

[And then proceeds to break! Leblanc manages to smash her head against the ground when she falls. Her head feels heavy as her vision blurs, blood staining her hair as she reaches up to touch a large gash on the right side of her head.]