Luminosity : Wordplay 8
It’s like I can feel my heart racing, and it isn’t just the thrill of battle. That’s different. This feels like my feet are carried by butterflies, like I can walk on rays of light.
It’s rare that someone is my age around here, and even more rare that it doesn’t seem to phase him. I’ve seen his steely eyes as he looks down the lanes and steps into battle, and I… well, it never seems like a good time to talk. There’s work to do, and I admire his ethic.
It’s just that I don’t really know anyone like me. My brother’s so serious and our job isn’t really the kind where you make friends. It doesn’t benefit anyone to miss a shot that could win the game because you felt guilt in hurting someone you care about. It’s part of the job. Maybe that’s why I don’t get along with too many people.
I read a lot and always have, but I’d even like someone to share that with. I think he… would understand me. He was an explorer, so he must know a lot about nature, and culture, and… well, just the things I read about. I’ve been a city girl too long. He reminds me of everything I’ve been missing.
He sometimes tells people “You belong in a museum!”
….I wish he’d say that of me.
He’s so undaunted and brave. We face mercenaries and monsters and nightmares constantly, and I’ve seen a lot of smiles fade from the faces of combatants. But not him. Not even when we’re squaring off, I think I like those moments the most. I get jittery and nervous and I think I might be a little less reliable, but at least I have his attention. I almost hope he’ll find me sometimes. Hah, then I hope I can impress him by blasting him away.
‘Serves you right, sneaking up on a girl like that.’
I know what we do in our off-time is our own business. I know that this is something I have to take seriously, and I do. I fight day in and day out, and I’m good at it. I stay positive. I represent my city and my family the best I can, and I really love it. But there’s something missing. I see it every time I look at him, every time I want to start a conversation and don’t know where to start. I want to know why killing a golem makes you powerful, and where Baron came from, and why a nexus shines like it does. I bet he knows these things, or… we could figure them out, together. We could be curious. Our minds are boundless, and our spells can stretch all the way across the grounds. We can find one another.
I know all about prisms and spectrums and colors of light, but what is the color of love?
A short fanfic about League of Legends, written on the topics of “The Reason Why You Saw Me,” “A Twinkle in His Eyes” and “What’s The Color Of Love?” For the creative writing show, Wordplay #8.
