What the Hell,FiddlesticksI stood at the doorway of the League's mess hall,mouth wide open.At the second table,smiling crookedly was Fiddlesticks wearing the most ridiculous piece of clothing ever.What the Hell,Fiddlesticks
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"Take the sombrero off."I said,marching over to his table.
(Intermission:The mess hall is like a high school cantene).
"...Since when did I give you the right to order me around?" he snapped back,a look of annoyance showing itself on his face.
"I'm not ordering you to,it's advice.You look ridiculous." I glanced at his whole ensemble,and let out a final sigh,arms crossed.
"Truth be told,this whole getup looks completely..." I couldn't help but let out a chuckle."What the hell are you going to use those bullets for?Go donate them to Gangplank or something."
The Harbringer of Doom gave me a confused look.
"Well complain to Karthus,he told me to buy this thing."He declared,pulling the scarf covering his mouth down."He told me it looked great."
"Yes,but he's the guy that's always making fun of you and pulling your.
Perina's DiaryYep,that's what I told myself.Perina's Diary
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Sobbing's limited to losers and girls.
I guess I'm a loser.
"'The wind blows the seeds of hatred,my lovelies.
In time,they'll bloom into flowers of darkness.Flowers of the nether.'"
Not what you want to hear on your wedding day.But those are the words he spoke,and those are the words I live by.
To tell the truth,this League thing sure beats the Southern Isles.
It's brighter,livelier,most of the plants aren't alive and there's less dieing.Apparently,to pretty much everybody here,the Southern Isles are a tropical Archipelago blessed with beauty and cursed with my husband,Fiddlesticks.But they've got it all wrong.
It's like a dead swamp.
The soil is the decay and rot that is the bodies of millions.
The water is their blood.
The trees are their bones.
The crows are their misery.
And my husband is all of this mixed together,with a dash of common sense and emotion,though it is questionable.
I'm just a girl