#Ez x Lux tbt

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@seekslight sent: "I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I don’t need your help, and I definitely don’t need your pity." porcelain? 👉👈

“Whoa, hey! It’s not pity—Seriously…!!”

Her words had caught him off guard—All Ezreal had wanted from this ordeal was to help. It was his fault that Lissandra was out wreaking havoc, and he still wasn’t used to harbouring the tiger spirit within him. Ears twitch slightly before the droop down slightly; tongue running along fanged teeth idly in thought; brows pinched together in worry.

“This is me admitting that this—all of this, is my fault.” He shifts his weight from one leg to the other. “Lux, c’mon—before this whole, uh, accident—I was alone. Totally alone! And now that I get to work with you guys to right my wrongs I—I’ve grown super attached and I care a lot about everyone—Especially you.” Sure, this wasn’t the first time she had given him the cold shoulder, but Ezreal was always so…persistent. It was just who he was.

“Please, let me help you with what you’re dealing with. Don’t be so prideful…and if you really don’t want my help, at least just let me just…I dunno, hang around? Or I can really just get out of your hair! Up to you! Seriously! I just…want you to know I’m here ‘cause I actually care, alright?”

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“C-come iiiinnnn…”

If anyone didn’t think that Ezreal was insufferable as it was already, then he absolutely was when he was sick. Locked up on his room, whining every ten or so minutes for someone to help him, fighting with the cover did his bed because he couldn’t decide whether he was too hot or too col; bossing everyone around to wait on him hand and foot ( because he was too ‘weak’ to move around )—it took more of a toll on everyone around him when he was sick, even if it was just something as minor as a cold. When the door opens, he perks up, and poor Lux was welcomed with such a pathetic sight.

Ezreal’s shirt was only half way on—looped around his neck and one arm, leaving half of his pierced chest visible as well as a good chunk of his torso and his stomach. He couldn’t decide if he was too hot or too cold and just gave up. Blankets were now pushed all the way to the foot of his bed; knees curled up; mostly bare because he was wearing shorts. Green hair that was usually tied into a neat (ish) ponytail was now pooled over his shoulders and dishevelled. His nose was red and chapped from blowing it too much and too often. Bags were slightly visible under his eyes—it was harder to sleep then usual with how stuffed he was. A groan leaves him.

“Luuuuuux, my heeerrroooo—“ The pop star reaches to the box of tissue next to him, grabbing the last one and blowing his nose into it and adding it to the pile before she managed to clean it up, sniffling softly as he shifted idly in his seat to try and get comfortable. His body ached, his head hurt—the congestion was killing his sinuses. The others were already mostly done with him, so it was no surprise that someone else had to take the torch and deal with him in this state.

“I can’t smell or taste anything, it sucks.” He whined, grabbing the toilet paper to blow his nose again. The window was opened and he wrinkled his nose—he was already battling temperature enough! Still, he kept his mouth shut, gaze moving to the soup and his stomach growling before he brought his gaze back to the blonde.

“Y—You sure you wanna stay…? I—I could get you sick…!! I wouldn’t even wish this on Kayn!! And that’s sayin’ something!!”

“Ouuugghh…Being sick is the worst…!! Why do people gotta get sick, huh!? Totally unfair!!” He blows his nose and adds it to the pile of tissues that have already overflowed the plastic bag on the floor as he curls into his blanket.