#( crux stop being a fuccboi challenge )

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crux. ( mentor )

“Captain of the Placidium’s Guard–” Crux looks the woman from top to bottom then back. The time for her training was nigh, and there was no time to waste. To train her and get her ready for proper shadow training was his mission. “–Now the Nightblade.” His head tilts and he looks down on her with a coy grin. “So beautiful. Are you sure you’re ready for this?” 

❛ FORMER captain. indeed... I am a different person now. ❜ a sharp glace upon crux’s visage accompanies her words. the following musing is quieter , almost an utterance purely for herself. that position was DEAD to her as soon as her blades ( and her own spirit ) became corrupted on that night.  ❛ are you underestimating me? have you already forgotten about the time I captured you within the placidium? ❜ the compliment had flown entirely over irelia’s head. ❛ regardless , my appearance has nothing to do with how EFFECTIVELY I kill noxian fools. ❜ 

a keen learner as she had always been , the nightblade nods.  ❛ it’s never a bad idea to completely MASTER whatever I can. I’m ready. ❜