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For a moment, his gaze darkened as he looked upon the woman, as though she had revealed something dark, a betrayal in her so few words. How often was he able to feel safe, to be reassured by others? to feel… like he must not be so afraid? Too long. Far too long. His hands trembled, twitching by his sides, motionless for a moment… but then the realization came to him, enough to almost dust his cheeks with red by his own assumption, by his own embarrassment that felt very hot beneath his skin.
No one would be that blunt unless they wished to be ripped to shreds.
And before he could question it, she answered him with her words. So she holds a grudge? He couldn’t blame her–while he held no true hatred for Darius, the two nothing more than the same man on different sides of the table, one a decade older, another a decade more foolish.
“Taliyah,” He grabbed one of her hands with both of his own, being far gentlerthan he needed to, but his expression unsteady as he tried to find the proper words to speak, mouth feeling dry as he struggled, “There are many things I’d like to say, but this is… not the place.” He let go, and instead stood up properly, spine rigid and hands moved behind his back. The more they spoke, and the longer they stayed, the more attention it’d bring, and the sooner she’d say something that would put her, and himself, in a position where he couldn’t feign not knowing, with that charming smile and those kind eyes to draw the burning stared of hatred and turn them to himself, and to gazes of envy and trust.
“You appear to be worse for wear as well. Do you have a place you are staying while in Demacia? I could also have a temporary living arrangement put in place as a…. apology for our less-hospitable people.”
“I’d prefer to be able to speak somewhere without prying eyes and ears.”
Taliyah was a thicc girl with a thicc skull , if you understand . However , her emotions were always hyper sensitive . One wrong word could leave her thinking for a while . One laugh at the wrong time could break her dam . Any tone of voice could make her utterly embarrassed - which is how she earned the nickname ‘cherry girl’ . And a cherry girl she was .
The shuriman’s face turned a bright red as she glanced back up . Okay . . . So he doesn’t hate her . Yet . That’s good , right ? Right . Taliyah sent him a nervous smile .
“ Well . . . Food is more important than shelter . I had a room last night , but that is a couple cities over . My master told me where I could stay and . . . Train without him . “ Taliyah explained this as best as she could , trying not to sound like an absolute idiot . Wait , does Garen know how fast she can travel ? Probably not .
Her free hand reached into her purse . It was full of her accessories , being warned that having floating stones around you wouldn’t look too friendly in Demacia , and a leather pouch full of coins .
“ How much Silver Serpents would it be ? Demacia uses those , right ? Or was it Valors . . . “ Her voice trailed off , inspecting the hand that held hers . “ Your hands are pretty . And big . You could probably grab my face . “