Originally Posted by Ask the Herald
Viktor came out through the door onto the veranda not too long after Janna, silently going to sit across from her at the very same table. She was looking at him, in a manner he presumed was affectionate. He wasn't used to this sort of thing. In fact, he was at a loss for words....which didn't last long. "So, Janna.....Most of us Zaunites have come to presume that you hate our homeland with a passion, which was why you seemingly defected to Piltover. When I set up this dinner for you, it wasn't out of a romantic interest in you. I simply wanted to speak with you directly, to come to understand who you are and what you stand for. I'm no stranger to the sort of chaos and ruin that Zaun can produce, having fallen to depression at my significant loss years ago......But as this evening has progressed, I have grown more and more confounded by your behavior and can only ponder at your intents here. Firstly, I would simply like to ask......What, if anything, is there about me that could be found.....attractive? Desirable? Grounds for forming a relationship?" He wasn't outright rejecting her, but he truly wanted to understand what her actions earlier were really about.
She took a deep breath, still remembering of her past relations, and she remembered the first, instantly. She knew about the failed relationship, and she would tell it to Viktor, and after sighing out the breath of thoughts, she nodded, looking down on the napkin on the table, and looking back up, her eyes and their brows appearing to contract to a slightly saddened look, and then she took it off. It was a day of emotions to her, a cauldron in which many of her emotions stirred; happiness, sadness, grief, and destroyed pasts. It was unexplainable, yet it was obvious to her. As her eyes began to grow large --her pupils-- she began to explain reasons to why she had a desire for Viktor, which was his personality, but she has decided that the metal man should only know the parts of him that she has had love in, at fight sight. She slid her hands across the table, and onto Viktor's cold, metal hands.
"At first," she began with a sigh, tilting her eyes down as she stopped a tear from escaping, which has caused the candle in front of them to reflect a humming yellow light, and then she continued as she made a failed attempt to solidify her sight into Viktor's yellow eyes, and she narrowed it slightly, giving the sparkle of the light a better effect; a charming white and yellow, like the sun reuniting with another body in space—a star.. She continued.
"...I thought that love was one in which the woman's body was involved, and that was at the very most. It was much like my very first relationship; it was all about my body. He laid his hands on my hips whenever he would get the chance, especially during our times at places like this, or one one another's homes, and it all happened in Piltover. I felt violated of my own personal space. I felt scarred.”
The grieving lady then hang her head just above the table, closing her eyes and letting a pair of tears drop into the fabric of the table, and she sat up again, showing the contracted eyes and brows, just as a tall trail of the tears ran down her cheeks, from the base of her eyes. She breathed twice in fast succession, hooking Viktor's hands and tightening the woman's hold of the metal hands. She breathed again, shaking her head in both the tears of joy and the tears of sadness.
“You're not like him!” she almost yelled as her voice broke in the words, “Your words gave me hope!” she complimented, but she yelled this time, and she finally yelled the final words, her voice being solid, yet high in pitch: “I LOVE YOU!”
The windows of the veranda had formed thick winds, all of them being shaped like solid hearts, and the hearts seemed to beat swiftly, and Viktor's devices would detect that Janna's love was true, undivided, and it came from her heart, instead of the memories of her past. She reached in for another kiss. It was the surprise; she expected that Viktor would ask why she loved him all along, and this was the event that came in her mind, but she has expected none of the emotions, yet she had wanted to express it with passion, and she has indeed done it.