Chapter Text
蒼い風がいま 胸のドアを叩いても
私だけをただ見つめて
微笑んでるあなた
そっとふれるもの もとめることに夢中で
運命さえまだ知らない いたいけな瞳
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"...Am I interrupting?"
"By Jove, what is your meaning????!! Ah, I know, you're somebody who came to stare, there are sooo many peasants who are like that, just wishing to see the noble blood spilled, well then, do go on, peasant, stare!" the Piltover Prince screamed in petulent anguish, gripping the blade again.
"My meaning? Hm, perhaps it could be to say that your toga is in a disarray. Your fibula - ah, it seems to be broken," the peasant said. For a peasant, his voice sounded strangely beautiful and intriguing, prince Jayce Talis noted in own mind.
My Lady Mother dost loved music, nay, loves music still, the music that my Lord Father hath made, and other musics, too. Music always bored me, bored me to sleep, my whole life. But this voice... if t'is be music, if my Lady Mother hears something like that when hearing that weird thing called music, perhaps I could then understand having love for 'music', if that would be what music could be one's ears... is THIS a myuuzick to my ears? Nay, why-- ah, I forgot, I was supposed to die, why, then, am I---- ah, no. This cannot be a peasant. This is a siren! What's a siren doing on land??!! - Jayce Talis wondered, in deepest thoughts in his own mind, suddenly.
The 'Siren' coughed a little and prince Jayce Talis stood up straight. Accidentally, his hand gripped harder-- gripped the blade harder. the blade with which - gotta remember - he was about to cut his own neck in half- was supposed to - before the 'Siren's moooooost rude interruption.
Ah, but what did the 'Siren' say...?
"I only said your fibula seems to be broken. Maybe it's worthless? Throw it away, then.," the probably not-Siren uttered with grace and with that myuuzick so strange, Jayce Talis for a moment believed that his own ears had to be ringing from stress of soon crossing the threshold, soon, right now.
"...er..."
"Well?"
"Well, what?! Ah!! I remember you know, you are so not a siren, you were there when I was judged, when I was tried, when I was found wanting!" Jayce suddenly screamed.
The not-siren winced and uttered, "Please, dear prince, do have pity on my poor eardrums."
And then, a bit unexpectedly to himself as well, as far as prince Talis could see, the not-siren tried not to chuckle a little. Tried and failed.
The blade fell from Jayce Talis's hand, not cutting anything more. Some blood fell, too - o, how tight had his grip been, and how much more blood would spill, if the not-siren did not deign to come, and---
"I have recollection of you in the crowd during the trial. You are Esteemed Heimerdinger's guest or--- but... I don't even... I have no familiarity with your family-- should I?" Jayce asked.
"Nay, you should not, or if you should, I know not if you'd still speak to me," the not-siren replied, ever so softly, somehow...
and then Jayce Talis knew
I will live
that is my promise to the not-siren now, no matter his name
here, a secret promise in my thoughts and in my thoughts only
to the stranger
not-stranger
i knew him, my soul so says
in the past life
or
in the future life
or
"However, if you wish to know me not by my shamefull to some blood, but by my name-"
"I do wish it!!!!!!! I do wish it fervently!!!!!!!!"
"Eh--- please, do stay calm--"
"On my Soul, I wish it!" Jayce cried out, spurned on by an emotion he knew not.
"......'tis Viktorius. Viktor, if we be not-strangers and not-enemies."
"...Viktorius."
"Yes."
"....Viktor."
"Ahh???"
"I shall not be your enemy. If you wish to be mine, take this blade, there is already my blood on it, and, please, oh please, please, do finish my failed task."
Viktorius hmmmmd for a moment, then came closer. Took the blade into his strangely dainty but but also not -- delicate, but lots of physical exertion??? - strange --- hands. And then--
"Wait, you've accidentally cut yourself, Viktor!!" the Piltovian prince cried out.
"Eh, so I did. Now there's my blood on the blade, too. Ah, I suppose we must both die, now. After all, hm, I recognise this kind of blade, tis be the Sacred Sword of- er??" Viktorius trailed off, when Jayce quickly took the blade from him and dropped it and kicked it off the precipice.
Only then did he look at Viktorius -- at Viktor -- -and realised---
"You hath done this on purpose!!"
"So I hath," Viktor replied, with no shame in his strangely myuusickal voice.
"...thank You."
"Eh, You are welcome, and Fare Thee well. I wanted to talk to you about something, but the sun is already close to that position, hmmm... gotta go. I wouldn't want you to see my night form during our, ehhh, almost first meeting."
"Yea. Yea, yea, understandable. I shall see you in the morning, right here, no blade."
"Tis true and what I wanted to say, exactly, so, don't be faster than me, dear Prince Talis. I shall see you first thing in the morning, right here in this place, no blade. Feel free to call me what You call me."
"Nay, I shall see you first thing in the morn, right here in this place, no blade, and YOU feel free to call me whatever, You, Viktor."
"..................fine."
"...fine!"