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Diana sighed as she wandered through the buzzing street. No amount of children’s laughter or music from street performers could lift her spirits. How could they? When she had been fired just a few days ago.

Me and my big fucking mouth.

She just had to call her nepo-baby boss an egotistical manchild in front of everyone during a meeting. Well, he deserved it. It's true though, every time he fucked up a plan because of his inflated ego, she was expected to clean up his shit. She’d had to re-plan everything, fake-smile her way through to keep the clients, while he barked out orders like some overgrown poodle.

She’d been dying to say it to his face. And she did—at the cost of her job.

Great fucking job, Diana.

She shook her head, weary from her self-deprecation. “Fuck it. The corporate world was never meant for me anyway,” she muttered under her breath. But what was she going to do now?

She had enough emergency funds to last for a few months. Well, enough to cover her bills and debts. But, with Aphelios and Alune’s college fees…

She sighed again, slumping down onto an old stone fountain nearby. The water reflected the new moon hanging quietly in the twilight sky. For the first time in a while, a small smile touched her lips.

The Moon always had a way of soothing her. It reminded her of something her mother once said: If you ever feel troubled, just pray to the Moon. She’s always there. Always listening.

Diana wondered if her mother could hear her now. Up there. With the Moon.

She blinked back her tears as they threatened to spill. Diana glanced at her reflection. Beneath the surface shimmered a collection of tossed coins. She gave a short, amused exhale. "Hopeless romantics still existed, apparently."

Pulling a quarter from her wallet, she shrugged and whispered, “Here goes nothing.” She closed her eyes and made a silent prayer. With a flick of her fingers, the coin arced into the water with a soft plop. Ripples spread across the surface like quiet magic.

“I hope you heard my prayers, Mama.” She smiled faintly at her reflection, then lifted her gaze to the silver cresent above. “And you too, my dear Moon.”

She then headed towards a nearby café to recharge. The scent of coffee and baked sugar hit her as she stepped in. It soothed her a little from her lamentations.

After placing her order, she collapsed into a corner seat, pulled out her phone, and opened a job listing app. To her annoyance, there weren’t many vacancies. She didn’t want to go back to being an ‘administrative secretary.’ She could go freelance. Work from home? But with what other skills?

Her thoughts were interrupted as a waitress placed her drink on the table. Diana exhaled, taking a sip and reluctantly putting her phone away. She glanced around the café. It wasn’t busy during this hour. A couple near the counter were giggling at each other’s jokes. Behind them, a young man, about Aphelios’s age, she guessed, typed furiously on his laptop.

Her gaze drifted further, and that’s when she noticed her.

A woman with hazel eyes was staring at her from a few tables away. She was dressed in a maroon tank top and sweatpants, yet somehow still looked very elegant. Tall, fit, and strong too. Diana noted. With beautiful, wavy, auburn hair cascading down her broad, tan-skinned shoulder.

Diana quickly looked away. She picked up her phone, fingers fumbling as she pretended to scroll. Her heart thumped in her chest. It wasn’t just the stare. It was the presence, commanding and warm, like sunlight. From the corner of her eye, she saw the woman stand and start walking in her direction.

“Hi. May I sit here?” Her voice was honey-smooth, polite, with a hint of confidence.

Diana blinked. “Oh-uh, sure. Go ahead.” She stammered.

Before the woman could say anything more, two waitresses approached shyly. One of them from earlier was blushing furiously. “Hi—Hi, Miss Leona. I’m—I’m a big fan of yours! Can we take a selfie?” The other girl was trying her best not to squeal.

Wait. Leona? The Leona?

Diana’s eyes widened. Leona. The supermodel from Taric’s Secret. No wonder she looked familiar! Her face was literally on a billboard outside Diana’s ex-office. Fuck, Diana! How did you not recognize her?!

Leona obliges with a warm smile, posing for a few photos before the waitresses rush off behind the counter, clearly posting the photos online.

She turned back to Diana with an apologetic shrug. “Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to- Uhh –stare at you earlier. I was staring because…” She paused, her gaze sincere. “You’re perfect.”

“…Perfect?” Diana echoed, confused.

Leona’s eyes widened as if she were a deer caught in the headlights. “For a modeling role,” she quickly added before clearing her throat. “I know this sounds bizarre out of the blue, but hear me out. I’m working with Taric—you know, the Taric—on a runway project. One of our models just dropped out, and I think you might be the perfect replacement.”

Diana stared. “Me?!”

Leona grinned. “Yes, you.” She leaned in. “Have you heard about what this year’s Taric’s Secret fashion show was going to be about?”

Diana shook her head sheepishly. She’d never paid much attention to the media. Too busy trying to make ends meet for her and her family.

Leona chuckled. Diana’s grateful that the supermodel did not take it personally.

“Aspects!” she blurted, startling Diana. Noticing her reaction, Leona gives her an apologetic smile before extending her hands forward.
“Where are my manners? May I ask for your name, Miss-?”

“Diana.” She took her hand. Her heart skipped a beat at the firm grip.

“Diana…? Wow, what a coincidence.” Leona chuckled. Diana raised her eyebrow in confusion, and Leona took the opportunity to explain. “You see, this year, we’re doing a theme called ‘Celestials’. You know, like gods and goddesses. Honestly, I think you’re perfect for ‘the Moon’. Even your name is the ‘Moon Goddess’ herself. ”

The Moon?!

Diana turned instinctively to the sky.

“No fucking way…” she muttered.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s nothing.”



An awkward beat passed before Leona asked, “So, what do you think? Interested?”

She flashed her a charming smile, and Diana felt heat creep up her neck. Stay calm, girl.

“It’s an honour, don’t get me wrong. But I’ve never done anything like this. I don’t know if I’m able to—”

“Hey, don’t worry about it!” Leona said brightly. “They’ll teach you how to walk, pose, and all the stuff! And honestly…” She tilted her head, eyeing Diana from head to toe.

Dressed in a simple black V-cut top and jeans, Diana did not miss the appreciative glint in Leona’s eye, especially the lingering glance at her legs.

Leona cleared her throat and rapidly averted her gaze back onto the silver-haired woman’s. “You have the height. And definitely the looks.” She grinned. “Why not give it a shot? I swear you’ll love it.”

Diana is a sensible woman, and so she asked, “Does modelling pays well?”

Leona blinked, initially surprised at that question. But then, she gave a sympathetic smile. “Money’s a little tight, huh?”

Diana offered a sheepish nod.

“Well…I’ll be very honest with you, new models usually start with lower pay.” Upon Diana’s frown, Leona quickly added, “But as you gain experience, your rate increases.”

Diana couldn’t help but sigh. Building up slowly wasn’t ideal, especially since her siblings were still depending on her.

Leona seemed to notice. “But hey, if you become a big name, you could be a millionaire! And honestly? With your unique, ethereal features, I believe you can.” Her fingers gently brushed behind Diana’s back, and she fought the urge to shudder.

“So…” Diana asked, raising a playful brow. “What are you going to be?”

Leona chuckled, sliding her hand back onto the table.

“The Sun.”

“Oh?”

“That means we’ll be working together a lot. If you say yes.” She leaned in again, her gaze as stern as a warrior. Up close, Diana could see the green flecks in her hazel eyes. How beautiful.

“Here, I’ll show you my Insta.” Leona pulled out her phone and scrolled through reels and photos of ‘behind the scenes’ moments. Diana was entranced by them. There were photos of makeup artists and hairstylists doing her looks. Some were Taric adjusting her garments, while others were her strutting down the runway during rehearsals. It was mesmerizing to see how much confidence Leona radiates through her walk and charisma.

“These are the kinds of things you’ll go through. Rehearsals, fittings, makeup, hair tests, etc.” She clicked on a short clip of her goofing around with another male supermodel, Pantheon. “But the fun part? You get to network and befriend big names in the industry, too. Not just other models, like literal celebrities, you know.” Diana’s eyes shot up when Leona showed her selfies with two of the KDA members, Ahri and Evelynn.

“Impressive.” Diana whistled.

“Hey, you're already off to a great start. I mean, you already met me.” She nudged Diana playfully, earning an eye roll and a smirk.

Reaching into her pocket, Leona then placed a business card on the table. “Here’s my business card. I hope you make the right decision. When you do, you know how to find me.” With a wink, she stood up and pushed her chair back in. “I hope to see you again, Diana.”

Flashing her signature smile one last time, Leona walked out of the café and onto her Porsche. She rolled down her window to wave her goodbye, and alas, drove off into the night.

While holding the business card between her fingers, Diana must admit, she is getting warmed up to the idea.

Leona was very persuasive.

She looked up to see everyone else in the café staring at her curiously. They quickly averted their gazes, pretending to return to whatever they were doing. But it’s palpable now that Diana has become their new subject of interest.

The only one who seems unbothered is the young lad whose peripheral is still glued to his laptop.

Diana sat on her bird nest swing near her balcony, flipping the card between her fingers.

She had video called her siblings an hour ago to share about her encounter with Leona. To her surprise, they were way excited than she expected, as if they were the ones being chosen to be the next top models. Alune had even threatened to skin her alive if she dared to decline the offer. Aphelios agreed with his twin by miming himself slitting her throat.

Fucking pricks.

She chuckled softly at the memory. But as the laughter faded, reality started creeping in again.

She was touched that her siblings were so supportive, but… Was this the right choice?

She gazed up at the Moon, the crescent shape getting more pronounced as midnight approached. It looked like a smile.

“So… you think I should take the offer, Moon?” she murmured, more to herself than anyone else. But in all honesty, the signs have all been pointing her to a ‘yes’ if she listens to her intuition.

But still, she was afraid.

Of the uncertainty.

She’d have to start over. Build herself up again. Did she even have the time for that when bills are piling up? With her siblings’ futures on the line?

And the exposure… Could she handle the pressure? She’d heard how cruel people could be to models. Too skinny, they said. Not skinny enough, they said. Just existing seemed enough to invite ridicule.

And for a newbie like her? They’d eat her alive.

But if Leona saw something in her, it meant she had some potential in her.

Right?

Diana inhaled hard through her nose, anxiety rising in her heart.

“Fuck it. I’m up for a career change anyway.”

Diana took one last look at the Moon and fished out her phone from her pocket. Her fingers moved through the screen before her doubts could stop her.

[Hey Leona, it’s Diana. I think I’d like to try.]

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There’s something about Diana.

The moment she walked into that café, Leona felt like time had stopped.

There was only her in that moment.

Her long hair was as pale as the Moon. Her skin was as white as the snow on Mount Targon. Leona swore that there was a soft glow radiating from her, as if she were not of this world but something ethereal.

And when the woman’s gaze met hers, Leona felt her heart stop beating for a second.

Her iridescent eyes — reflecting the beauty of the night sky and blooming violets — were so alluring, so hypnotizing. They gleamed luminously when caught under the light.

Like the Moon.

She’s perfect.

Like a moth to a flame, Leona walked up to her and introduced herself.

And the rest was history.

Now, she’s on her way to pick up this beauty. When she received that text message, her heart nearly leapt out of her chest. She knew Diana would ‘come to her senses’.

She arrived in front of a walk-up apartment. It looked a bit… classic. But peculiarly charming in its own way. Simple, homely. Something Leona never really had—

She shook her head. Focus, Leona.

She gazed up at the building and wondered which floor Diana stayed on. As if on cue, a tall and slender woman walked out of the entrance door.

Dressed in a sleek midnight blue mini-dress, Leona was able to get a better look at her toned legs. Aspects…

Her silver mane swayed with each step she took in her white kitten heels. As she got closer to the car, Diana beamed at her. Leona’s breath hitched in her throat. She tried her best to stay cool.

Steady, Leona. Steady.

She got out of the car to open the passenger door. “Milady.” She grinned cheekily while holding out a hand.

Diana simply rolled her eyes, but a hint of a smile tugged at her lips. “My, what a gentlewoman.” She played along by placing her palm on Leona’s as she entered the car. And, true to her role, Leona closed the door gently before returning to her seat.

“So, how long will we reach Taric’s building?” Diana inquired after putting on her seatbelt.

“About two hours.”

Diana’s eyes widened at that. “Wait… Did you drive TWO HOURS just to come and pick me up? I could’ve called a cab!”

Leona just shrugged. “It’s fine.” She turned to find Diana staring at her with a furrowed brow. “Seriously, it’s nothing!” She waved her hand nonchalantly, trying to ease Diana’s unnecessary guilt. The latter sighed in disbelief and sank back into her seat.

During their journey, Diana accidentally let it slip that she got fired for calling her previous boss a “man-child.” Flabbergastingly, Leona let out a rich, hearty laugh that would tremble through all of Runeterra. Diana pressed her lips together to suppress a smile, a strange warmth blooming in her chest...

There’s something about Leona.

It’s… refreshing to see someone who has everything, yet she chose to remain humble and true to herself. She radiated pure light and happiness.

Like the Sun.

No wonder she was chosen for the role.

“So, you said you have siblings?”

“Fraternal twins. Alune and Aphelios.” Diana couldn’t help but grin at the memories of her two idiots. “They’re studying at a college in Shurima.”

“Whoa… They must be smart!”

“Not really. If they were, they wouldn’t threaten to skin their provider alive if she hadn’t accepted a modeling job.”

Leona guffawed at that. “Glad they did, though!”

And… She did not miss the side-eye Diana cast her way.

“What about your parents? Are they happy that you accepted this offer?”

Diana stiffened in her seat. She tightened her grip on her seatbelt, like a frightened child. “Uh… Uhmm… My parents passed away a few years ago… in a car crash.”

Instinctively, Leona slowed the car and turned to her with a softness in her eyes. “I’m sorry...” she said quietly, gingerly reaching over to squeeze Diana’s hand in a comforting gesture.

“Thank you...” Diana croaked, battling back tears that were pooling in her eyes. She was grateful when Leona turned back toward the road. A small, thoughtful gesture she appreciated.

At some point, Diana fell asleep. She awoke slightly when a soft pinch on her shoulder roused her.

“We’re here, sleeping beauty!”

Diana yawned and blinked her eyes slowly. The first thing she saw was Leona grinning at her like the Cheshire Cat.  And the next made her jaw drop.

“Whoa…”

“Welcome to Piltover! The City of Progress!”

Targon was nothing like Piltover. While the former was mystical and tranquil, Piltover was something else entirely. Everyone there was dressed like celebrities. Women carried designer handbags and walked briskly in high heels, while men drove around in their posh cars.

All of the buildings were tinted with gold, a symbol of prestige. No doubt. Diana had never been here before. She’d only seen photos in a tourism book her mother owned, but the real thing was much more dazzling.

Leona turned a corner and parked outside an enormous, lavish-looking building. Diana gazed up and saw the huge sign above it: ‘Taric’s Secret.’

“So, ready to impress Taric, milady?” Leona asked with a charming smile.

Still has her ass glued to her seat, Diana looked downward and anxiously fumbled with her hands. “No…”

Diana barely noticed the gentle pressure of Leona’s fingertips on her chin, tilting her face upward to look directly into her Hazel eyes. “You need to trust yourself more, Diana. Trust that you got this. Can you do that, darling?”

Whatever Leona said fell on her deaf ears. Diana just prayed she did not notice her gulping like a halfwit. “Yeah… Yeah, sure.” She nodded more vigorously than necessary.

Leona smiled warmly at her before letting go. “That’s my girl.”

Diana couldn’t stop the nervous tapping of her foot while riding the elevator. Was my dress all right? Was my hair messy? Shit — I forgot to spray perfume! I hope I don't smell bad—

A firm pat on her back calmed her slightly. “Hey, don’t worry! You got this!” The redhead offered her a wink just as the elevator door opened.

Mama, please be with me now.

“Taaaaaaric! My man!” The supermodel called out to her boss casually like he’s just one of her bros, much to Diana’s surprise.

The designer was speaking to a woman, presumably his assistant, and turned around when he heard his name. His initial frown blossomed into a wide smile when his gaze fell upon Leona. “Leona! My Radiant Dawn! Come over here and give me a hug, will you?”

He opened his arms wide, and the two fell into a friendly embrace. Were they close? Diana couldn’t help but wonder.

Once they were finished, Leona turned back toward Diana with a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. “Look who I brought you, Taric.” She stepped aside to make room for Diana.

“Aspects...” Taric exhaled. He looked at Leona and back at Diana. “Who could have guessed? That a woman as beautiful as the Moon truly existed?” He took one of Diana’s hands and pressed a chaste kiss upon it. “Taric, my dear.”

“Di-Diana. It-it’s an honour to meet you, Taric.” She tried not to tremble, but how could she not when meeting the most renowned fashion designer of all time?

Upon hearing her name, Taric smiled. “Fate has truly been kind to me. She has sent me the Moon Goddess herself.” He turned back toward Leona. “Thank you, my Sun… for bringing me the Moon.” He sighed in deep relief. “I can finally rest easy now.”

Now, Diana was not interested in men, but she’d be lying if she didn’t find Taric a ‘Runeterra sweetheart’. She’d expected a man blessed with both talent and attractiveness to be a cocky bastard, but instead, he was amiable and respectful.

Just like Leona.

“My dear, Leona has told me all about you. But, I still need you to do a fitting to see if there are any measurement tweaks needed. Is that all right?”

Diana nodded shyly, still feeling somewhat surreal that this was happening. She turned her gaze toward Leona, who simply held up a thumb and mouthed, “Told you you got this.”

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Leona waited patiently while Diana accompanied Taric and his assistant to do her fittings. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and fished it out to check her notifications.

[Sis, you coming to the gathering tonight or what?]

Leona furrowed her brows. She had completely forgotten about it.
[Can’t. Busy.]

[Again? Then why were you chillin' in Targon the last time you said you were busy?]

Wait. What—

Leona groaned. Not this shit again.
[Did Dad send another private detective on me again?!]

The typing bubbles kept appearing and disappearing.
[No. Paparazzi.]

Shit.

Before she could reply, her brother sent a photo.

[Who’s this woman?]

Leona’s eyes widened in disbelief. Some ass had taken a picture of her and Diana from outside the café two days ago. Fortunately, the photo only caught Diana’s back, but her own face was fully visible.

And here she thought her homeland was a safe haven to escape the spotlight.

Guess not anymore.

"Leona, come take a look!" Taric peeked his head out from behind the curtain. Leona stuffed her phone back into her pocket, placing her anger aside for now.

Time didn’t just stop—she was transported to another universe.

Diana looked like the Moon incarnate in that stunning silver silk chiffon gown. It was as if the dress had been made for her. No offense to the previous model.

A deep V-cut in the center revealed her porcelain skin, while a high slit exposed her right leg. Dainty gold chains adorned with symbols of stars and the Sun hung loosely around her shoulders, serving as sleeves. A hip-length black veil was pinned to the crown of her head. Aspects…She looked like a bride. Her hair was now fully loose, looking longer than it had in a ponytail, and Leona had to summon all her willpower not to reach out and twirl one of those silver locks.

Diana stood in front of the mirror, inspecting the woman before her. The dress was a little…revealing for her taste, especially the front. Taric had reassured her that she would wear a Crescent Moon-shaped necklace, but that hardly concealed anything. She didn’t mind the slit too much, but Leona gawking at her like she was a divine offering made her cheeks burn.

"What do you think, Leona?" Taric asked.

"..."

"Leona?"

"…Huh? Oh! Yes! Splendid! Wonderful!" She laughed awkwardly. Taric’s assistant pressed her lips together, clearly suppressing a chuckle.

Sigh... I’m so lame...

Diana looked down, flushed like a blushing bride. But then something caught her eye.

"Are these... Are these paintings of Mount Targon?" She lifted her dress slightly to inspect the intricate artwork while carefully not to flash herself.

Along the hem of her gown, traditional Ionian-style brushstrokes painted the landscape of her homeland. The artist had missed no detail.

"Why yes, my dear. Painted only by the finest." Taric extended a hand toward the corner of the room. "Hwei."

At a work desk, sat a young man with short, teal-green waves painted meticulously on another piece of fabric. He looked up and nodded shyly.

He reminded Diana of her little brother. Both were introverted and gun-shy with strangers. Even their appearance was somewhat similar, sharing the same preference for makeup styles. She was sure they’d get along well.

Diana offered him a warm smile. The painter blushed furiously and ducked his head back so low his nose nearly smudged his work.

Taric chuckled. "You must forgive him, Diana. He’s a shy child."

"Well, I think he's very sweet." She added, causing the young man’s ears to redden like a tomato.

She turned back to Taric. "Come to think of it, this is the first time I’ve seen a fashion theme integrated with Targonian culture."

"Ah, yes... the beauty of Mount Targon. It will always serve as an inspiration for me." He closed his eyes and sighed in bliss. 

"Were you... a Targonian, Taric?"

He shook his head with a somewhat strained expression. "No, my dear. I’m from Demacia. I’ve stayed in Targon for quite some time to…discover myself."

He turned toward Leona with a knowing grin. "But someone here is originally from Targon."

Diana blinked at Leona. The latter simply shrugged her broad shoulders with a crooked smile.

Indeed, the Sun model carried herself with elegance. But while the Piltovians were posh and sophisticated, Leona exuded a prideful sturdiness, much like the Targonian elites.

How come she never mentioned it to me?

"So, Diana, has Leona briefed you about the show?" Taric asked while clasping the necklace around her.

"More or less."

"A gentle reminder, my dear, our next rehearsal is in two days. I apologize for the rush, but as you know, our show begins in less than a month."

A weary sigh escaped Diana’s lips. "I know…"

"Don’t worry, my dear. I’ve arranged a model coach for you. She’ll teach you everything you need to know, and you’ll be an expert in no time." He squeezed her shoulder gently, hoping to ease her worries a little.

Fate wasn’t just kind to Taric. She was kind to Diana, too.

The first two people she met in the industry had been nothing but supportive to her. Finally, fortune had begun to turn in her favor.

"I heard from Leona that you don’t drive. Do you have transportation, then?"

Diana shifted awkwardly. "Uhmm... Actually, Leona came to pick me up this morning..."

Taric stared at Leona with wide eyes. "For two hours?"

A mischievous grin then appeared on his face. An expression unlikely of the sage-like man."How... persistent."

He looked back at Diana. "Well, it would be quite troublesome for her to keep coming back and forth for you, my dear. Last I heard, there were... many vacancies available in Leona’s home. Perhaps you could stay there for the time being?"

He turned to Leona, eyes gleaming. "It wouldn’t be bothersome for you. Yes?"

Before Leona could reply, Diana waved her hands in protest. "No, no! That wouldn’t be good. I don’t want to be a burden—"

"No problem at all!" Leona blurted out a little too fast. And a little louder than necessary. She cleared her throat when the whole room glanced her way. "I mean, no biggie.” She shrugged. “There are plenty of rooms at my place! You can pick whichever you like to stay in.”

"But—"

"OKAY! That’s settled then!" Taric clapped his hands together. “I will inform Sarah to coach Diana at your home, and you will bring her back safely to me in two days. Capiche?”  He winked at Leona discreetly.

"Capiche, boss." Leona gave him a stoic nod, resisting the urge to pick him up in a bear hug. I love you so much, you smart, sneaky little bitch.

Their joy was cut short when Taric’s assistant whispered something in his ears, and his smile faded. “Tell her I’ll be there shortly." He beckoned for another assistant to come over. "Please help me take a few photos of Diana and help her change before they go. Thank you, darling."

Taric proceeds to take both of Diana’s hands tenderly in his. "Thank you, my dear, for agreeing to be part of this project. I wish I could talk longer, but I must attend to someone. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to reach out to me or Leona.”

Diana smiled and nodded. "I will. Thank you."

He walked up to Leona and pulled her into a warm embrace. "Take care of the Moon for me, my Sun."

"Don’t worry, my man." She patted his back and whispered, "Thank you."

"Don’t mention it, darling."

Diana was a whole new person now. Her shoulders were straight and her chest high. Grinning all the way down the elevator.

"Thanks again, Leona. For this. For everything." She beamed at her. "Thank you for being so kind. I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.”

Leona realized she had probably been staring at those violet irises a little too long and quickly composed herself. "Hey, don’t cut yourself short. I just gave you a hand; you made this all possible by showing up. I’m proud of you, girl!" She nudged Diana playfully, earning herself a bashful smile.

So cute... Leona mused.

The elevator doors opened, and Diana accidentally bumped into someone. Fortunately, Leona caught her just in time before she fell. After Diana pulled herself together, she was able to get a good look at the person she bumped into.

A woman, who was slightly taller than her, was dressed in all black leather. Her long, silky red locks were a shade darker than Leona's. Like blood.

She removed her sunglasses and flipped her hair. This woman was gorgeous. Her emerald green eyes were as piercing as a blade. The scar on her left eye did nothing to mar her beauty. On the contrary, it only added to her allure.

Everything about this woman screams lethal.

"Katarina." Leona greeted in a monotone.

Wait... Katarina? The Runway Queen?!

"Leona. How nice to see you." She barely glanced at her before sizing up Diana. Offering a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Who’s this?"

Leona stepped forward slightly, as if shielding the smaller woman. Perplexed, Diana looked up at her friend. Gone was her initial warmth, replaced by something else. Leona looked like she was ready for a battle.

"Katarina, meet Diana. Our new Moon."

She then looked over her shoulder at the latter. "Diana. This is Katarina--Our goddess of Chaos."

Diana did not miss the subtle glare Katarina sent Leona’s way. She neutralized her expression rather quickly and extended a hand towards her. "Charmed."

Diana shook it, but regretted instantly the moment she felt a chill down her spine upon the contact. She pulled back instinctively, resisting the urge to wipe her palm on her dress out of courtesy.

"I’d love to stay and chit-chat, but I’ve got a meeting with Taric." And just like that, Katarina strode into the elevator without a goodbye.

"...Wow. She sure was friendly," Diana muttered, shaking her head in disbelief. "I don’t think she likes me very much." Katarina was definitely…Something. Snobbish was probably the word for it.

She had heard…stories regarding the crimson-haired model. Katarina was the first poster girl for Taric’s Secret. She was a household name. From the billboards to commercials, her presence was literally everywhere. Until one unfortunate night, some deranged fan slashed her left eye with a knife, almost blinding her. She disappeared from the spotlight afterwards.

Until now.

"Don’t mind her. I don’t think she likes anyone very much." Leona scoffed, slinging an arm around Diana as she guided them out towards her car.

The world was narrowed down to that one single touch on her bare arm, and Diana had to muster all her strength to walk properly.

Don't trip! DON'T TRIP! 

Leona opened the car door for Diana first before heading to the driver’s seat. Her phone rang and she fished it out impatiently. A familiar name appeared on the screen--Aidonel.

"Tsk. What now?" Her fingers slide across the screen to answer.

‘What?’

‘Why didn’t you text me back?’ His grumpy tone made her roll her eyes.

‘I was busy at Taric’s. What do you want?’

‘Dad says he doesn’t care if you skip tonight’s gathering. But he wants an explanation about that photo. I sent you a link to the article. You and—whoever she is—made headlines this morning. That is all."

And he hung up.

"What the fuck—" She cussed and rapidly clicked on the link.

Oh fuck.

LEONA SOLARI: WORLD-FAMOUS SUPERMODEL SPOTTED WITH A MYSTERIOUS WOMAN AT A CAFÉ IN TARGON.
WHO IS SHE? JUST A FRIEND? OR A SECRET LOVER?!

Plastered with that photo her brother sent this morning.

As she skimmed through the content, her knuckles turned white. Some moron had speculated them as a pair of forbidden, secret lovers meeting for a tryst to avoid daddy’s fury.

Over the years of her career, the media had many speculations about her sexual orientation. Every time it was brought up in the interviews, she would just laugh and answer: ‘Up for you to decide.’

She wasn’t ashamed of her sexuality. No. Never. But she knew deep down, her family would never accept her for who she is.
Especially her father.

"Everything alright, Leona?" Diana asked as she rolled down her window. Concern etched on her pretty face.

Startled, she hurriedly pocketed her phone. "Yeah, yeah! Everything’s fine, no worries!"

Everything was not fine. But she wasn’t going to tell Diana. Not now. Not especially when Diana was finally more confident in herself.

Diana wrinkled her forehead. She wanted to say something, but decided against it. She wasn’t going to pry. It felt invasive since this was only the second day they’d met.

But…

One day, she hoped.
One day, Leona will trust me enough to lean on me.
And to share her life stories with me, too.

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Diana had checked her luggage for the third time now. She had to ensure she got everything she needed for the next two and a half weeks. She didn’t want to burden Leona further by borrowing anything—that doesn’t feel right.

Leona had even offered to pick her up again, just like she did the day before, even after the long two-hour drive. But this time, Diana declined the offer.

She’s done so much for me already. The least I can do is to call a cab.

 ‘ Honk!’

Speak of the devil.

Her cab arrived, and was waiting for her downstairs. She scanned through her things one last time, zipped her bag, and switched off all the lights before locking the door behind her.

Two hours felt waaay longer without Leona. With no one to talk to, Diana could only stare outside the window to pass her time.

When they finally arrived outside a guardhouse, one of the security guards stepped out to collect her driver’s ID before making a call inside. Once cleared, he lifted the boom gate, granting them access.

The area was clearly designed for privacy. An elegant, secluded neighbourhood meant to keep prying eyes away. Diana liked it here. It reminded her a little of Targon, but more refined, with a contemporary flair. There was a serene lake nearby, and a maze-like playground designed for families. The trees were neatly trimmed, adding to the clean, curated feel.

The cab driver whistled as they passed rows of increasingly extravagant bungalows. “Wow, miss! You sure have some good connections!” He chuckled, catching her eye in the rear-view mirror.

Diana only hummed in response.

About ten minutes later, they arrived in front of a sleek, modern villa surrounded by tall, fresh sunflowers. It had a patio with a lovely bird's nest swing sitting on the front porch—exactly like the one she owned. Off to the left, a large pool glistened, with two pink flamingo floats, drifting aimlessly above.

Leona was already waiting for them at the front gate. She was talking with someone over the phone—No--arguing with someone over the phone. Her face was crunched up into a grimace, and her hands waved around animatedly. But the moment she saw Diana through the car window, she ended the call rapidly and plastered a practiced, charming smile.

And Diana noticed.

Diana made sure to tip the driver before stepping off, dragging her luggage with her. Leona hurried over to snatch it from her.

“Allow me!”

“No! No, I can carry it—”

“Relax, girl! This is nothing to me!” Leona wiggled her brows and flexed a bicep boastfully. Diana couldn’t help but roll her eyes, a hint of scarlet adorning her pale cheeks.

“Welcome to my humble abode, milady!” Leona bowed, jokingly mimicking a butler.

For a World-Famous Supermodel, the place was…pretty humble. Leona leaned toward a minimalist aesthetic as the living room held only a white sofa bed, a wooden coffee table, and a mounted smart TV. A counter bar separated the open kitchen, adorned with a few plates and indoor plants. All the walls were painted in muted tones—VERY unlike the vibrant woman Diana thought she knew.

Except for one thing.

A statuette, near the stairs.

Diana sauntered closer.

A sculpture. Of the Sun and Moon.

Almost kissing.

Diana couldn’t tear her eyes away. They’re beautiful.

A sentence in Targonian was engraved at the base: The oldest lovers—Sun and Moon.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Leona said beside her. “It was my father’s. He was going to throw it away because it didn’t fit in his place anymore. So, I took it over here.”

As an art lover, Diana was appalled that anyone would discard something so breathtaking. This is Blasphemy!

A hand on her shoulder broke her out of her thoughts. “Come on,” Leona beckoned her toward the stairs. “I’ll show you your room!”

“This is the largest guest room. I hope you’ll like it!” Leona pushed open the door to allow the other woman in.

“Oh my—“Diana gasped.

It was twice the size of her bedroom, complete with a walk-in closet, private balcony, and en-suite bathroom. The dream room that little Diana had always longed for. A queen-sized bed sat in the center, and Diana couldn’t resist the feminine urge to flop and bounce on it, squealing gleefully like a maniac.

Leona leaned against the doorframe, amused. “Guess I don’t need to show you the other rooms then?”

“Nope! This is more than enough! Waaaay enough!!!” Diana flopped back dramatically, sprawled and sweeping across the expensive white cotton sheets, as if creating a Snow Angel during winter.

“Glad you like it, milady.” Leona tittered, delighted at Diana’s casual display of her inner child.


All of a sudden, Diana sat up, staring at her with a serious expression, like she had seen a ghost.

“Hey…Can I ask you something?”

Perplexed by her sudden solemnity, Leona straightened herself. “Yeah—Yeah, of course.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were from Targon?”

Caught off guard, Leona cleared her throat and looked away. “Oh. Uh... I didn’t mean to hide it. I guess it just... slipped my mind. You know?”

Diana raised an eyebrow, unconvinced.

Leona lifted her hands like she was under arrest. “I swear! I wasn’t hiding anything. I was just... so focused on getting to know you, it didn’t cross my mind.” She rubbed the back of her neck. “I Promise.”

Diana’s expression softened at her confession. She stood up from her bed and stepped closer to her.

“What about…yesterday? And earlier?”

“Earlier?”

“You seem very upset when you’re on the phone. Are you sure everything’s okay?” Diana peered up at her, her gaze filled with sincerity and earnestness, enough to pierce through her soul. And guilt started to creep into Leona’s mind.

No. She mustn’t know yet.

Leona flashed her signature smile. “Nah! Everything’s fine. Don’t worry, darling!” She leaned against the door frame, propping herself up with one arm.

Again.

There it is again.

Diana inched closer. “You know... If you need someone to talk to, you can always talk to me.”

Another step closer.

“I want to get to know you. Not just Leona the supermodel. But you, Leona.”

Her violet eyes shimmered like rare grape diamonds, and Leona could see herself in them. The way she was more handsome in her eyes.

Diana was frozen in place when Leona raised a hand toward her cheek, caressing tenderly, like she was the most precious treasure. Leona looked at her with half-lidded eyes, and a gasp escaped Diana’s trembling lips.

“Diana...”Leona whispered, her face inching closer to hers.

Diana’s heart fluttered like a trapped hummingbird. A buzzing sensation was hitting her ears.  There was nothing else she could think of except Leona.

Her lips parted, eyes fluttering shut.

Anytime now--

‘Ding dong!’

The loud doorbell broke them out of their trance. Diana was the first to look away, too mortified.

Leona groaned as she ran a hand through her hair. Fucking timing.

“That--That must be Sarah! You—You go freshen up while I get the door.” She rushed downstairs, nearly stumbling in the process. An imperceptible 'Fuck!' can be heard.

Diana clutched her chest, still trying to calm her uneven breath.  

Did that almost happen? Was I dreaming?

She turned to the vanity mirror near her.

Diana, what the fuck just happened?

“Leona, my favourite pupil!”

Sarah Fortune, an ex-pageant queen now turned into a modeling coach, stood at the door with a radiant grin. She greeted Leona with two kisses on her freckled cheeks. “How are you, sweetheart?”

Still haven’t fully recovered, Leona just stared at her previous mentor. With a dumb expression.

“Yeah...”

Sarah blinked, before a cheeky smirk found its way on her lips. “Well? Aren’t you going to let me in?”

“…Huh? Oh Oh-Oh! Right!” Leona stepped aside, finally granting access for the other redhead.

“Now. Where is my girl?” Sarah looked around, squinting her eyes in search of a silver-haired--Ah! There she is!

Diana stood near the kitchen counter, offering a shy nod and smile to her coach.

“You must be Diaaaana! Hellooo!” Sarah walked up to her and pulled her in for a warm hug. To her surprise, the ginger pressed a kiss on her cheek, then promptly wiped away the lipstick mark she had caused.

“Sorry about that, sweetie. It’s a bad habit of mine.” She giggled.

Diana understood now why Sarah once won the title of ‘Miss Runeterra’ years ago. The woman was stunning. Her red waves cascaded gracefully down her shoulders, and her eyes dazzled brightly like the clear blue sky. She had curves in all the right places, and definitely a smile that could launch a thousand ships.

“Well, now that we’ve met one another, time to get down to business, shall we?”

Leona led them into her studio at the back of her villa. Floor-to-ceiling, the room was surrounded by mirrors. A large Bluetooth speaker sits silently in one corner.

“Alright, sweetie. We’ll start with the basics.” Sarah clapped, the sound echoing through the room. “We’ll divide them into four parts. First, expression.” She gestured to her face.

“You don’t really need to have any expressions. Remain neutral or stoic. Remember, as a runway model, you are a human coat hanger. Nothing more.” Upon Diana’s grimace, Sarah chuckled. “Harsh, but true. Your mission is to show off the outfit, not yourself.”

Diana gave a slow nod.

“However,” Sarah added. “There can be exceptions. Such as, if the designer allowed, OR the theme required. And for your case, it’s the latter. As the model for the moon, I suggest you can smize a little.”

Diana blinked. “Smize?”

“Smile with your eyes. Like this.” Sarah demonstrated by pressing her lips together into a thin line while assuming a playful expression with her own eyes. Friendly, without flaunting.

“Oookay.”

“Next, the hips.” She patted her hips for emphasis. “Walking for the runway is all about swaying—your--hips.  You can manage that, sweetie?” Sarah quirked an eyebrow with a kittenish smirk.

Diana nodded stoically, but the blush on her pale cheeks betrayed her. How she wished she could dig a hole right now and stuff her head in it like an ostrich.

Next to her, Leona stifled a laugh out of sympathy for the poor girl.

“Third, your walk. More precisely, your feet placement.” Sarah walked back towards the mirror and began demonstrating. “Watch closely, Diana. You want to imagine yourself walking an invisible straight line.” She strutted towards her effortlessly, with a hint of sensuality. Her waves bounced with each step she took. Diana must admit, it was hypnotizing to watch.

“Make sure your feet are always facing the front. You don’t wanna walk duck-footed.” She halted a few feet away from Diana and smiled. “Still able to keep up, sweetie?”

The silver-haired woman nodded again, with a strained smile on her face. “Yeaaah…I think.” She croaked.

Sarah chuckled and set her hands on her shoulders. “Don’t worry. Practice makes perfect. You’ll get there.”

Sigh…I hope so...

“Last but not least.” Sarah strutted back where she came from and pivoted.

“Pose.”

“Woo!” Leona cheered and applauded.

“Thank you, sweetheart!” Sarah bowed her head playfully to her previous pupil.

“Now, remember, pose with your legs apart to ease the transitions. Count around three beats in your head, and you gotta get a move on. Clear?”

“Crystal.” Diana offered her mentor a thumbs-up. 

Okay...So, smize, hips, steps, pose. Yeah, I can do this.

I think.

“Allllright! Get your heels ready, and we start in five!”

“Stop looking at your feet, Diana! Look ahead! CONFIDENCE, BABY! CONFIDENCE!” Sarah chastised as Diana struggled to stride in a linear path. Her feet wobbled in her heels. “NOT TOO FAST! Remember, you are THE MOON! You are supposed to be mysterious! “

Diana resisted the urge to groan.

“AND SWAY YOUR HIPS! SWAY THEM like you’re seducing your lover!”

Diana couldn’t help but steal a glance at Leona. As expected, the latter was gazing at her—no—her hips. With intensity. Diana swore she saw something darkened in those hazel eyes. Something primordial—Something--

 “Aah!”

And...she tripped.

Thankfully, she caught herself on her palms. Otherwise, it would be her face kissing the floor.

“Aspects! Sweetie, are you okay?!” Both Sarah and Leona rushed over to help her up. “Careful! You don’t wanna ruin that pretty face before the rehearsal tomorrow.”

“Are you hurt?” Leona gently cupped her cheeks, inspecting for any wounds. “Do you need a first-aid kit?”

“I--I’m fine...thank you,” Diana breathed, their gazes locked onto one another.

Their proximity reminded them of--

When they almost--

And they jerked back in unison, cheeks ablaze.

Sarah shifted her gaze between the two, and a mischievous grin spread wide on her pretty mug.

 Ohhh, she noticed.

“Why don’t we take a break?” She chirped. “It's been an hour and a half anyway.”

She turned to Leona, batting those long eyelashes with a practiced doe-eyed look, a look Leona knew all too well when her ex-mentor had a favour to ask. “Sweetheart, I’ve missed your cooking! Could you do the honour, pleaaaaaase?”

Leona shook her head with a complacent sigh. “Coming right up, ma’am.”

Diana stared at her, astonished. “You cook?”

A charming smile tugged on her adorable, freckled cheeks. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, milady.” Leona winked, bowing dramatically as she opened the studio door, gesturing for the other two to take their leave.

Sarah leaned in to Diana and whispered: “Trust me. You don’t wanna miss this.”

Every time.

Every time Diana thought she was unravelling Leona's mysteries, a new one surfaced.

And here she thought she was supposed to be as mysterious as the Moon.

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"How was it, ladies?” Leona leaned on the table, propping herself up with her muscular biceps.

Diana was basically stuffing her face in her bowl. This wasn’t your average homemade pasta—it was the next-level shit! The kind they'd charge 450 gold coins for in a fancy restaurant.

And Diana got to have a taste for free.

“This is—Sluuurrp!—Amaziiing!!” There was sauce all over her mouth, but self-image was the last thing on her mind.

“Told you you wouldn’t wanna miss this,” Sarah giggled, slurping her noodles with far more grace.

Leona sat down to join them, still dressed in an apron that seemed much too small for her sturdy frame, further enhancing the lines of her abs. The veins on her biceps popped as she reached for her fork.

Diana’s fingers twitched with an involuntary urge to reach out, just to graze one of those arms, to feel the strength beneath that sun-kissed skin. The thought came unbidden, flustering her enough to stab at her noodles a little too enthusiastically.

“So...” Sarah drawled, breaking Diana out of her reverie. “I heard from Taric that Leona’s the one who recruited you.” She propped her chin on one hand, a mischievous smirk tugging at her lips.

“Oh yeah—Slurp!—Back at a café in Targon.”

“Café? Ooooh, like what? A coffee date?”

Diana went stiff like a statue, while poor Leona choked on her noodles, strenuously hammering at her chest.

“Let’s—let’s finish our meal before it gets cold. We still have more practices later, right?” Diana coughed.

“Yeah, Sarah. More practices—the reason why you came here for,” Leona shot her ex-mentor a sharp glare, still wheezing.

Sarah merely chuckled, unfazed. “Of course. Of course.” She chirped in a sing-song tone. “But before that.” She fished out her phone. “What’s your Insta, sweetie?”

“Oh—Uh… I don’t really have one,” Diana admitted sheepishly.

“What?!” Both redheads exclaimed.

“Who doesn’t have Insta at this age?!” Leona added.

“Well… I mean, I had one. I just haven’t used it in like… three years.”

“Well, sweetie, you’re going to have to reinstall it. You’re a model now. It’ll benefit your exposure and career greatly.”

Diana hesitated. Social media had always made her anxious. Too much drama for her liking.

Sigh… but Sarah was right.

“Yeah… I think so, too.” With a reluctant tap, she reinstalled it.

“Oh! Look!” Sarah gasped. “They’ve posted your photo!” She handed her phone to Diana.

The official page of Taric’s Secret had uploaded a choker shot of her from yesterday’s fitting. The young photographer had expertly guided her on how to pose.

And Aspects, did she look divine!


They had chosen the one where she looked over her shoulder. With her eyes half-lidded.

She did not remember looking at the camera like that.

The caption read: Meet Diana Lunari! Our new model for the upcoming ‘Celestials’ Runway Show!!! Can you guess which goddess she is?

Within an hour, the post had over a thousand comments. Diana clicked to read them.

-DAAAAMN WHO IS SHE?! SHE’S HOOOOT!!!!
     -Really? Dis bitch looks like an old hag. Have you seen her hair?

Wait—What?

-????? She’s replacing Selene?! MOTHER FUCKING SELENE?! BRING BACK SELENE YOU COWARDS!!!!!! 🗡

-We don’t even know who this bitch is?! You know the show’s about to flop when they just hire anybody 😂 #flop
     -Agree LOL 😂 #flop
         -Guys! I found her Insta! @moonlady.diana Girlie only has two followers!!! 😭

Alune and Aphelios.

-WAIT A MINUTE!!! Isn’t that the woman from the photo?! The one with Leona?!
     -What photo? Link?
          -/runetearra.com/celebrity-news/leona-mysterious-lover
             -OH SHIT I think it is! You think she fucked Leona to get the job?
                  -Probably. Otherwise, why would they hire a NOBODY?

No—No—NO!! This isn’t what I signed up for--

“Hey, I wanna see it too!”

I knew this would happen! FUCK! I can’t do this!!! This was a mistake!!! Alune, Aphelios, what do I do?!

“Diana?”

I WANNA CRY. HIDE. I DON’T KNOW!!!

“Diana?”

A firm grip on her palm broke her spiralling thoughts.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“I—I--”

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” Sarah peeked at the screen. “Oh--sweetie, give me that.” She gently snatched the phone from her and put it out of reach.

“You shouldn’t have read the comments.”

Tears streamed down Diana’s cheeks. It was unprofessional, but she couldn’t help it anymore.

“Hey, you shouldn’t give two shits about them. They’re just haters. Fuck them.” Leona squeezed her hand.


Diana didn't respond.

She was quiet. Eerily quiet.

When she finally looked up, her violet eyes were devoid of warmth.

“Leona, did you know something about… a photo?”

She could see Leona's muscles tensing.

“Shit,” she muttered, letting go of Diana’s hand.

“Uhh--Actually… the last time we were at the café, some paparazzi took a picture of us…” Leona gulped out each word like they were cursed.

Diana’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

“But—but, they only caught a picture of your back! It was my face that was visible. Don’t worry about it!”

Diana deadpanned. “…Is that what you’ve been hiding from me?”

“Umm…“

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?!!!” Diana yelled at the top of her lungs, startling both redheads.

Leona was stunned. She had never seen her friend like this.

She took a deep breath in, trying not to snap back. “Because I didn’t want you to worry. Not when you were finally feeling more confident in yourself!”

“…Wow.” Diana shook her head. “Are you really doing this for me? Or Taric?”

Leona narrowed her eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Diana scoffed. “You guys are probably just worried that you’d have to 'model-hunt' all over again, right?”

Something in Leona cracked.

“Is that how you see me?”

“It’s hard to tell. I mean, we’ve only met three days ago.”

Yeah, and you guys almost kissed.

“Okay, listen. I recruited you because I think you fit the part! That’s it! ” Leona stood, her figure towering over her, but Diana didn’t flinch.

“Then why didn’t you tell me about that photo, huh?! Now people are saying that I fucked you to get the job!”

Leona flushed slightly at those three sinful words, but she straightened her spine, brushing it off with a wave.

“Why the fuck do you care?! People say shit all the time! We both know that’s not true!” She gestured wildly. “Besides, it’s only on a dumb gossip site! Only jobless people read that shit! I bet Sarah doesn't even know! Right, Sarah?!”

They both turned to her.

She inhaled sharply before rubbing at her temples.“…It’s true, Diana. I have no idea what you guys are even talking about.”

“See!”

“But you should have told me! Not leave me out like some fucking idiot! WHAT?! You think I’m too fragile to handle it?!” She stared daggers into those hazel eyes, like a lioness ready to pounce.

“…Aren’t you?”

Diana stood abruptly, chair nearly toppling.

“ENOUGH!” Sarah roared, her voice echoed through the whole abode.

A weary sigh escaped her lips before she cleared her throat. “Sweetheart, can you please give us a minute?”

Leona looked away, no longer able to bear the hostility of those once affectionate eyes.  She grabbed her plate. “Just tap the sliding door when you’re done.” And trudged towards the patio.

Once the door clicked shut, Sarah gently tugged Diana back to her seat. “Take a seat, sweetie.”

Like a child throwing a tantrum, the latter sat down begrudgingly.

“Can you look at me, Diana?”

Reluctantly, violet eyes were finally met with blue ones.

“Do you know why they went after you?” Sarah asked, her expression flinty, something Diana had not seen in the whimsical redhead.

“Because they’re evil?”

“…Not what I was initially going to say, but—close enough.” Sarah chuckled. “They went after you because they saw your light, Diana.”

Diana blinked. “My light?”

“Yes, sweetie. And they want to dim it before it burns brighter than the stars.”

She gripped Diana’s shoulder.

“You know…When I first won 'Miss Runeterra' eight years ago, the first thing I received wasn’t a bouquet. They were eggs.” Sarah shook her head, chagrined.

“People threw eggs at me, Diana. They were men and women protesting, calling me names. They said I did not deserve the title.”

Diana’s eyes widen in disbelief. “What?! But you’re stunning!”

“I know, but people are just weird like that.” Sarah shrugged. “I went into hiding for a few months. I couldn’t understand why people were being so mean to me. I thought of quitting, and moved to somewhere secluded where no one can find me.” Her knuckles grew white.

“But then…I had an epiphany. I realized, why should I dim my light because of them? Cause they threw eggs at me?  Because a bunch of idiots protested against me? Called me a low-class whore?! Screw them!” She slammed the counter.

 “So when I’m done feeling like ‘a victim’, I go back out there. Did interviews, shows, ambassador work, coaching etc. I took back what was mine, the life I deserve. To shine.”

She nudged Diana playfully, who now looked more hopeful.

“The nay-sayers will always talk, Diana. Even if you are the nicest person in the whole Runeterra, they will still find a reason to tear you down.”

Diana clicked her tongue. “I know that...”

“Also, about Leona.” Sarah softened. “I’m sure she just didn’t want to worry you.”

But Diana looked unsure.

“Look, I’ve known Leona for years now. When it comes to modelling, she doesn’t play around. Leona saw something in you. Probably the same light these haters saw. The only difference is, she saw potential; they saw a threat. If not, why would she approach you?”

“They were in a rush, though...”

“While that’s not untrue, they could have gone to any big names if they wanted to, but they chose you. Why do you think that is, Diana?” Sarah quirked an eyebrow, her tone stern.

 “...”

Sarah took her hand. “Trust yourself more, Diana. Trust that you are worthy of this spotlight. Don’t ever let anyone dim your light. Understand?”

Diana nodded slowly.

And unexpectantly, her mentor tenderly wiped away her tear trails.

“You’ll get used to the outside noise, don’t worry about it.” A genuine smile graced her lips. “Now, let’s go get our girl back in here. Poor girl had been out more than a minute.”

“Yeah…”

“One more thing.” Sarah tightened her grip. “Please trust Leona. You guys are a team, remember?”

No wonder Diana shed tears this afternoon.


Leona sat on her bed, scrolling through those godforsaken comments.

They were vile—venom in typed form, like invisible daggers hurled from behind screens, aiming to wound without consequences.

While some were flattering, most were full of hatred.

How could they call her an ‘old hag’ when she looked like that?

There were already more than 1.8k people liking and agreeing on the theory that Diana…ahem… bedded her to land the job.

Sigh…

The typical slander that most female models had to carry.

They walked through blisters, starved for perfection.

Only for some assholes to say: ‘They must've ‘fucked their way up to the top.’

Fucking disgusting.

Her fingers flew across the screen, replying to that one specific comment.

She wouldn’t sleep until she had defended her moon.


She tossed the phone aside once she was done and stared out the window, a beautiful first-quarter moon already forming on the night sky.

It’s hard to tell.
Those words echoed painfully in her head.

Aren’t you?
But Leona cringed harder at her own words.


She had crossed a line.


She also felt like a hypocrite for implying her friend was ‘fragile’, when she had cried for three days because a gossip blog had voted her as one of the least competent models.

Due to her privilege.

‘Knock-knock.’

Leona bolted up, nearly ripping the door open, accidentally startling the woman outside.
“Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to—umm—do you need something?”

Diana stood there awkwardly, fumbling with one of her silver strands.

“Am--am I disturbing you?”

“…No, not at all! Come in!”

The athletic woman stepped aside, allowing her slender friend to enter. “I want to apologize… for earlier. I was very rude today. You’ve been nothing but kind to me, and I lashed out at you.” She buried her face in her palm, shaking her head. “I’m so sorry, Leona.”

The sun wanted to hug the moon.

But she held back.

“I’m—I’m very sorry too, Diana, for implying that you’re—you know.” She rubbed her nape, guilt written all over her face. “And…for not being truthful to you from the start. I shouldn’t have kept it from you, I’m sorry.”

Diana peered up.

“But, please believe me when I say it was because I don’t want to worry you.  And that I truly think you fit the part. That was the sole reason I recruited you. I promise.”

Okay…maybe not the only reason.

But Leona wasn’t going to tell her.

Not now.


Diana stepped closer to her. “Please promise me this, Leona. Even if you’re trying to protect me, from now on, don’t hide things from me. I need you to trust me. Trust that I’m strong enough to handle it. Whatever it was.”

Those violet eyes bore right into her soul.

“We’re a team, remember? Sun and Moon.”

Diana smiled at her.

And Leona could no longer hold back.


Before she could react, Diana felt a pair of strong arms pull her into a tight embrace, almost crushing the air out of her lungs.

Leona buried her nose in those silver locks, breathing in their soft, lavender scent as the silky strands brushed gently against her cheek. “Okay,” she whispered.

“I promise.”

Diana relaxed into her arms, she circled her own around the redhead, listening to her steady heartbeat, which was soothing her like a lullaby.

“Also, you no longer have to worry about that stupid rumour. I’ve already explained it in the comment. Everything’s going to be alright. I promise.”

Diana blinked back her tears. “Thank you.” She muffled into her chest.



Whatever the haters said, it didn’t matter now.

Why would they?

When she knows she is being protected by her Sun.

It felt like an eternity before the Sun and Moon parted.

And they already missed each other.

Leona cleared her throat. “So… uhh…big day tomorrow. Better get some rest then.” Her tan cheeks flushed crimson.

“Yeah…” Diana rubbed her arm, equally bashful. “So…Umm…Good night!”

Before Leona could reply, Diana turned on her heels and darted out.

She blinked, but then a lopsided grin appeared on her freckled cheeks.

“Goodnight, Diana…” she breathed.

The auburn-haired model flopped onto her bed and sighed in bliss.

She was certain that she would be going to bed tonight…


Dreaming of blooming lavenders everywhere.

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-WAIT A MINUTE!!! Isn’t that the woman from the photo?! The one with Leona?!

-What photo? Link?

-/runetearra.com/935/03/25/celebrity-news/leona-mysterious-lover/935-03-25

-OH SHIT, I think it is! You think she fucked Leona to get the job?

-Probably. Otherwise, why would they hire a NOBODY?

-No, she did not do anything. I approached  and recruited her at the café because she was a good fit for the role. Please do not spread misinformation. Thank you.

-OH FUCK @leona_ You read our comments?! So what’s the deal with you & that new chick? You guys dating or what?

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Leona thanked the gods that there wasn’t much traffic today. She was able to drive smoothly through the roads; however, her partner’s constant tapping on her phone made her uneasy.

“Hey, are you… texting someone?” Concern laced in Leona’s voice.

“My siblings.”

A pause.

“Don’t worry. I’ve already blocked and muted the haters who were harassing me in my DMs. I’m fine.”

But my siblings aren’t.


Her fingers continued to sweep across her screen, each tap as fast as lightning.

Diana
[Call me if those assholes harass you guys again, okay?! If I didn't answer, I’ll call back as soon as I can!]

The immediate appearances of bubbles soothe her anxiety a little.

Luney
[Don’t worry about us, sis. We’re alright. Just focus on your rehearsal, k? Love you! 😘]

Another wave of bubbles started appearing.

Phelios
[ (ദ്ദി ๑>؂•̀๑) ]

As Diana stuffed her phone back in her purse, a tired sigh escaped her.

Leona risked a glance at her partner.  “Are you… Sure?”

Diana rubbed her temples. “…No, not really.” She confessed, alas. “Those assholes found out my connections with the twins and went after them, too. They said they’re okay, but…” She hung her head low. “I feel like this is my fault, Leona.”

In a flash, she felt her dainty hand being gripped tightly.

“No, Diana. It’s not! You didn’t bring this on yourself or your siblings. Those morons chose to be vile when they could’ve been respectful. They’re responsible for this, not you.”

Diana looked at her, uncertainty flickering in her violet eyes.

“You didn’t ask to be ridiculed by signing up as a model. It’s not a crime to be a public figure. Anyone who says you deserve it is just gaslighting you.” Leona’s gaze hardened. “Listen, I know lawyers and counselors who deal with this kind of shit. If those jerks go too far, tell your siblings to reach out to me. I’ll make sure they get help.” She squeezed Diana’s hand. “Don’t worry, okay? I got you.”

A spark of hope returned to Diana’s eyes. She placed her other hand over Leona’s and muttered a heartfelt, “Thank you.”

Leona offered her a reassuring smile.

“Oh! We’re here!”

They arrived outside the glamorous and vibrant ‘Talisman Greenhouse’, where Taric Secret’s annual fashion shows were held.

Leona drove down into the parking lot, managing to snag a free spot just opposite the entrance.

She pulled her handle and turned to her friend with a wide grin. “Ready to rock the stage, milady?!” She wiggled her brows.

A strained smile stretched across Diana’s face. “Yeah…” she muttered hoarsely.

Leona swatted her arm playfully. “Hey, you got this, girl. You got this! You got this!” Suddenly, Leona started singing in iteration with freestyle. Her pitch climbed higher with every line. Diana stared at her, dumbstruck. Who would’ve thought this mountain of a woman could sing so well? If she ever retired from the industry, Diana already knew what her next career could be.

Clapping her hands, Diana joined in, nodding along to the rhythm—until Leona hit an impossibly high note and her voice cracked.

An awkward beat passed until the two fell into a fit of laughter.

Still wheezing, Leona had to prop an elbow on the steering wheel. “So, you—pfft—ready?”

“Yeah—yeah—yeah,” Diana gasped between laughs, her face flushed crimson.

“Allllriiight! Let’s goooooo!” Leona slammed the horn enthusiastically, earning a frown from a nearby security guard.

“Oh, sorry! Sorry!” she called, waving sheepishly.

The elevator dinged open, revealing a majestic lobby.

The interior alone made Diana breathless. It has a beautiful blend of modernism and traditional craftsmanship, with the use of bold colors and geometric patterns decorating the space to evoke a sense of opulence. Fish scale-shaped mosaic tiles gleamed beneath their heels.

Teenage Diana could only dream of being in a place like this.

Now, she was here as a model.

Who would’ve thought?

“Leeeeooo!”

They turned toward the sound. A robust man with a mohawk and a chiseled jaw strode toward them, arms outstretched. “How’s my favorite bitch doooooing?!”

“Ayeeee!!! Bro!” Leona rushed into a crushing bear hug, the two swaying like old friends. Diana laughed softly at the warmth unfolding before her, they reminded her of how she would have embraced her twins when they had to leave for college again after semester breaks.

The man finally released Leona with a hearty pat. “Seriously, girl, how are you?”

Leona grinned cheekily. “Definitely better than you.”

He flipped her off, and Leona chortled.

The man turned his attention behind her. “You!” He pointed at Diana, startling the latter. “Yooou must be Diaaaana! C’mere!”

Before she could react, he scooped her up into a bear hug. He only lets her go when he feels a sharp smack land on the back of his head.

“Pan! How many times do I have to tell you can’t hug everyone like they’re your bros!”

He hurriedly placed her down, brushing off the invisible dust from her shoulders. “Heh…Sorry about that.” He grinned apologetically and extended his hand to her. “The name’s Pantheon, by the way.”

Diana shook it politely. “Diana. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Wow, I must say, you’re really pretty. No wonder Leo has a—“

“Hey, Pan! I think there’s something on your beard. Let me get it off you!” Leona walked up to her friend, smiling just a little too sweetly.

And yanked at his beard. Hard.

“Ow!”

‘Shut up, bro,’ Leona mouthed, shooting him a glare that would surely cut a thousand glasses.

The poor man rubbed his chin, but a smug smirk still found its way to his lips anyway.

Diana glanced between them, utterly confused.

“What do you think? Excited yet?” Leona asked.

“Aspects…” Diana exhaled.

This must be the largest stage she had ever laid eyes upon, definitely capable of fitting over a thousand guests.

“Wait till ya see the backstage, Diana. You’ll be even amazed!” Pantheon beamed.

“Pantheon! Leona! Why are you two still standing there?”

A pudgy man in his fifties, presumably the stage director, scuttled towards them. “Go get ready! The rehearsals start in two hours!” He scolded the two supermodels as if they were his children in kindergarten.

Then he looked at Diana, and his initial warmth abruptly disappeared.

“You! New girl! You go with the staff.” He snapped his fingers, and a few of his assistants hurried over to guide Diana towards the other direction of the backstage.

“Wait, hold on!” Leona interjected. “I already informed the management that Diana's sharing my dressing room yesterday. Didn’t you get the notice?”


Silence fell among them, and the weird looks that were exchanged between the staff did not go unnoticed.


Diana’s jaw flexed as her nails pressed faint crescents into her palm. It still bothered her.

“Actually… It’s alright. I’ll go with them,” she said quietly.

“But—”

“Leona.” Diana offered a pleading look. “It’s fine.”

Leona opened her mouth to oppose, but eventually relented.


“Alright.” She nodded, furrowing her brows. “I’ll see you later then.”

As they each parted their ways, Pantheon turned back to wave at Diana. “See ya later, Di!”

Diana waved back meekly.

Diana took multiple deep breaths upon arriving at the dressing room.

Oh god…

The whole place was a chaos. Staff and make-up artists are constantly shouting at one another, half-naked models glaring and sizing up each other, instigating unnecessary drama.

The worst of all, there were only ten fitting rooms available here. And they were all occupied.

Diana cursed the interior designer. She’d given him too much credit.


Why didn’t I just follow Leona when I had the chance?! Stupid.

Now you have to change in front of these people.

Great job, Diana…

“Please wait here. Your make-up artist and hair stylist will be here soon.”

Diana huffed in annoyance as she sat down, careful not to wrinkle her gown. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, intently not making any eye contact with the others. She could feel their grizzly stares creeping up her back.

“Hi!”

Startled, Diana turned next to her.

A bubbly girl waved at her. “Hi! I’m Nami! Nice to meet you!”

She seemed very young, probably in her early twenties, much like Alune. While her sister was tinier and had long silver mane like herself, Nami had lovely shoulder-length blonde hair that framed her cherubic face perfectly.

She was already dressed in an exquisite ocean blue mermaid gown, contrasting beautifully with her big, sparkling amber eyes.

Her bustier top was designed to look like a pair of seashells, amusingly resembling a mermaid’s bra. Much like Diana’s gown, two strings of white pearls draped loosely around her shoulders, with blue shimmering sequins sewn intricately onto her long, tight skirt that flared out at the end, mimicking a fish tail.


“Hi, Nami. I’m Diana. It’s nice to meet you, too.” She offered a hand.

Nami gasped. “It’s you!” She took Diana’s hand and shook it a little too vigorously, causing her head to spin a little. “Oh my gosh! You’re so much prettier in person! That photo paled in comparison to your natural beauty!” She giggled girlishly, like a fairy-tale princess.

“You’re not bad yourself!” Diana giggled back. Her energy was infectious. “You literally look like a mermaid!”

Nami laughed even more gleefully, causing a few stares from the other models. But Diana paid them no heed this time.

“I am! Well, more like the Goddess of the Ocean!” Nami hopped up from her seat and twirled before posing dramatically.

Diana couldn’t resist a delighted laugh. She was very much like her baby sister. Both were adorably quirky.

She liked her already.

Their merriment was interrupted as their stylists arrived, and the two models straightened in their seats instinctively like students.

Diana nodded at them with a polite smile, but they barely glanced her way.

Alright, whatever.

“Close your eyes,” one of them commanded.

Diana obeyed, feeling the tip of her brush tickling her eyelids. She almost dozed off until she heard her make-up artist murmur something incoherent.

“I’m sorry?”

“I said you’re really pretty,” She repeated impatiently.

“…Thank you.” She held back the impulse to roll her eyes.

“Is that how you got the job?” Her hairstylist asked, leering at her through the mirror.

If looks could kill--

He would be dead by now.

His smirk faltered upon her piercing glare. He quickly dipped his head and continued spraying glitter on her hair in a panicked silence.

Now it was Diana who smirked in victory.

Serves you right.

Nami gasped. “Look at you!”

Biases aside, Diana had to admit, her make-up artist did a superb job at emphasizing her almond-shaped eyes with that smoky eye shadow and winged eyeliner. Creating a mysterious and sensual look.

A full and crescent moon sigil was painted on her forehead with white phosphorescent pigment. She was specifically instructed not to cover her face with her blusher before the rehearsal started. To absorb light, to quote her make-up artist.

‘Thud!’ The dressing room door burst open.

“Ready models, gather now! Rehearsal starts in 30!”

Nami leapt up excitedly. “Come on!”

She grabbed Diana’s hand and whisked her away towards the exit. For a ‘mermaid, ’ she sure moved very fast. Diana was forced to fasten her pace to catch up with her.

The majority of the models had gathered backstage, chit-chatting and networking. With everyone dressed up, the figures of mythology and legend had truly come to life, evoking a sense of grandeur and timelessness.

Diana scanned the crowd, taking in the stunning designs while searching for a familiar face.

Not all of them were professional models, she noticed.

On her left stood Luxanna Crownguard, the breakout star of the hit TV series, ‘The Mageseeker’. Her hair was braided into an elegant updo, and she wore a golden and sapphire ombre silk gown. She chatted animatedly with two of the K/DA members, Ahri and Evelynn, each clad in flowing crimson and magenta dresses. Clearly, Taric’s connections ran deep.

Still, no sign of her radiant friend.

“Naaami! Diaaana!”

The two women turned toward the booming voice. Pantheon strode toward them, fully armed. He looked like a mythic warrior ready for battle.

Though topless, his chiselled chest was painted with artificial battle scars. A deep red cape flowed behind him, secured by gold chains. He wore black slacker jeans and a pair of dress shoes—an unusual pairing, but somehow it worked. Atop his head sat an aureate Targonian galea, carved with celestial myth. Certainly the show-stopper.

“Pan-pan!” Nami waved excitedly.

“Wow, look at you!” Diana teased.

Pantheon struck a mock bodybuilder pose. “Can you guess which god I am?” He flexed dramatically.

“War?” Diana raised an amused brow.

“You got it!” He winked.

“I’m sorry, can I just—” Without waiting for permission, Nami reached out to squeeze one of his biceps and squealed. “Oh my gosh! They’re rock hard! Diana, you should feel it!”

“Oh no-no-no! I’m good, thank you.” Diana quickly waved her hands, rejecting the offer.

If it’s not Leona’s, I’m not interested.

Pantheon merely chuckled. He tilted his head to gesture. “C’mon, there are a few people I want you to meet.”

“Soraka! Zoe! Come meet our new friend, Diana.”

A woman with long, silvery hair turned from her conversation with a small girl. She smiled warmly and waved.

“Hello, Diana! I’m Soraka. It's wonderful to meet you!” She pressed her palms together and gave a graceful bow.

Diana mimicked the gesture respectfully. “Miss Soraka, it’s such an honour! You’re a true inspiration!”

She tried not to fangirl, but how could she not when face-to-face with the youngest Nobel Prize winner of all time?

Born into privilege, Soraka chose to dedicate her resources to humanitarian efforts instead. She founded The Healing Sanctuary, providing care for the impoverished sick and preaching compassion.

Her beauty shone not just externally but from within—a glow that felt divine.

And Diana understood why Taric reached out for her to open his show.

“Thank you, love! You’re too kind.” Soraka beamed. She bent slightly and nudged the shy little girl beside her. “Come on, Zoe. Say hello to our new friend.”

Zoe peeked out and stepped forward, peering up with wide blue eyes. “Hello, I’m the fairy of twilight. What fairy are you?”

Diana blinked. “Do you mean goddess, Zoe?”

The girl blinked innocently before finally nodding.

“Well, I’m the goddess of the Moon.” Diana tapped the glowing sigil on her forehead and smiled gently.

“So are you, like, part person and part moon? Or the actual, ‘Moon-moon’?”

The young model genuinely thinks they are the actual embodiment of celestial beings.

How cute.

Diana played along, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “Hmm... I am mortal and divine.” A teasing glint lit her eyes. “And moon-moon.” She winked.

Zoe gasped in wonder.

“And I’m war-war,” Pantheon added.

Everyone burst into laughter, save for a confused Zoe.

“Hey! You guys started the party without me?”

They turned to see Leona striding towards them, and Diana’s jaw nearly dropped.

She looked like an empress of Ancient Targon.

Her sunburst headdress gleamed, and her rubies and gold-studded bodysuit shimmered beneath a long golden cape, embroidered with the silhouette of Mount Targon.

Hers must be the most expensive piece in Taric’s collection.

“Wow... Leona, you—you look splendid.” Her gaze drifted down Leona’s plunging neckline, drinking in her sculpted décolletage and ample--

“Ahem,” Pantheon cleared his throat, breaking Diana out of her reverie. “There’s a child here.”

Diana resisted the urge to flip him off because there’s a child here.

“Alright, models! Queue up!” the stage director called, and the models lined up quickly.

“As usual, Miss Soraka, you’ll open the show after Professor Aurelion Sol’s narration. Leona, you’re next— Remember, you gotta pose twice! Once at the front, and another at the center.”

He then pointed at Diana. “And you, new girl! ”

“It’s Diana.” She gave him a flat look.

“You’ll have to match Leona’s timing! Once you reach the front, pose and walk back together with her. You two are going to create that ‘Eclipse’ effect! Got it?”

Diana nodded. “Got it.”

“Okay, the rest is the same as we rehearsed! Now let’s get started!”

“In the first breath of creation, there were gods and goddesses who roamed the celestial realms above us. Among the first... were the Stars.”

The lights dimmed, and Soraka stepped onto the stage.

She was a vision of grace in her glowing moonflower garland and midnight-blue strapless gown. Ornaments of stars dangled from her ruffled skirt, twinkling as she twirled to the ancient Shuriman music.

As she reached the front, she curtsied with a regal poise, exuding the elegance of royalty.

At the backstage, Leona elbowed her Moon counterpart. “Hey, look at that idiot.”

Diana looked over her shoulder to see Pantheon standing next to the cameraman, staring at one of the video villages. Completely mesmerized.

Ohhh.

Diana stifled a snort. It was comical to see that hulk of a man being so smitten.

Well, at least he wasn’t ogling like she had.

“The stars were lonely. They pleaded with their mother to create new siblings as company. And so, she gave birth to her second daughter. The Sun.”

“That’s my cue.” Leona adjusted her cape. “Good luck, milady.” She winked before strutting onto the stage with her powerful, thunderous steps. Her cape whipped behind her. She unclasped it mid-runway, revealing her full radiance.

At that moment, she wasn’t just an empress.

She was the Sun goddess herself.

“To complement her second daughter, the Universe created another child... the Moon.”

“Moon! You’re up!”

Diana jolted out of her trance and rapidly flipped her blusher veil over her face. The sudden darkness took her by surprise.

Oh shit.

With her vision limited, she strode out with shaky steps, nerves jangling.

Relax, girl. Breathe.

You just need to make it to the front.

She spotted Leona’s silhouette pivoting and walking towards her.

Okay, just a few more steps and--

‘Bang!’

Diana accidentally stepped on her gown and fell flat on her ass.


Fuck.


She tried to rise—only to crumple again when a stinging pain shot up her spine.

“Stop! Stop! Everyone, stop!” Leona’s voice rang out, and everyone halted their actions.

She rushed over to Diana’s side. The latter managed to flip up her veil, wincing.

“You okay?!” Leona tried to lift her, but her outfit restricted her movement. “Fuck—somebody help me carry her!”

Within seconds, Pantheon barreled in from the backstage. He slid one arm under Diana’s knees and the other supporting her back. “I got’chu, girl! I got’chu! On three. 1—2—3!” And gingerly lifted her in his arms.

“Put her near the front row,” Leona instructed.

“No—no. Floor’s better. Less painful.” Diana winced.

He set her down carefully, and Diana had to grip the runway edge to steady herself.

“You sure you’re okay?” Leona asked, checking up and down for her injuries.

Diana nodded weakly. “I just need some rest.”

From her line of vision, she could see that Soraka, Nami, and Zoe stood at the side of the stage, visibly worried. Some of the young models snickered next to them, clearly delighted at her ‘downfall’. 

Surprisingly, it was Katarina who shot them a sharp glare that silenced their yappers.

The redhead turned to look at her. Her expression was…unreadable.

Concern? Sympathy? Diana couldn’t tell.

“Is she okay?!” the director called.

“She needs to rest. Her back’s hurting,” Leona replied.

“…Alright.”

Diana did not miss the way he shook his head. “Everyone else—reset! We start from the top!”

“Rest. We’ll come back for you.” Leona caressed Diana’s shoulder, and Pantheon patted her bicep.

“Thanks, guys.” Diana nodded in gratitude.

As her pain eased, Diana sat at one of the front row seats, studying every model’s walk. For now, none had accidentally slipped up like she did.

“When the gods fought for the throne of Heaven, their disorder gave birth to a pair of twins: War and Chaos!”

The music instantly shifted into a faster beat, and Pantheon and Katarina entered together from opposite wings.

Albeit Pantheon exuded unwavering authority, next to his ‘sister’, he was slightly overshadowed.

Katarina’s walk was perfectly out of control. She strutted like she would fall any minute, but somehow managed to bounce back in time. Her scorpion braid swayed chaotically along her gait, as if looking for a victim to kill.

She truly owned the stage.

Expectantly, crews were all enthralled by Taric’s first muse.

Even Diana couldn’t look away.

But a pang of envy followed…

Falling once shouldn’t mean failure, yet…her self-doubt crept in.

Will I ever be that good?

Chapter Text

The models were finally granted their long-awaited lunch break after twenty minutes of rehearsal. Most of them settled among their compatriots—some in the audience seats, others backstage—right where the Targonians had chosen to temporarily retreat.

Diana would’ve found it hilarious—that a bunch of so-called ‘gods’, hunched over with napkins tucked into their collars, poking at their takeout boxes of Ionian fried rice like school kids.

Only if she wasn’t still ruminating over her fall.

“Yeah, man! I was avoiding her braid like the plague! I swear, that thing has a mind of its own!” Pantheon exclaimed, gesturing wildly with his spoon.

The gang roared with laughter—save for a sleeping Zoe and a sulking Diana, who was too busy poking at her food to pay attention.

Leona’s guffaw gradually faded when she noticed her friend’s distant expression. She leaned in a little closer. “Hey, you’re not… still upset about earlier, are you?”

Diana finally looked up—only to find everyone staring at her, and her stomach knotted with embarrassment.

 “Is it that obvious…?” An awkward smile was plastered on her face.

“Oh, honey,” Soraka said softly, placing her lunchbox down on her lap. “You accidentally slipped, that’s all. It’s nothing to feel bad about.” She reached out and patted Diana’s knee.

Diana smiled tightly, her spoon paused mid-air as she stared at her rice. She hadn’t even eaten much.

“I was the only one who slipped though…” she muttered.

“It’s your first rehearsal, Diana! You can’t expect to get it perfect right away. I mean, which model hasn’t fallen before? Just look at Pantheon—dude’s fallen like, what? Ten times in his career?”

He deadpanned.  “Three. Check your facts.”

Leona caught the twitch in his fingers—he was restraining himself from flipping her off—with someone beside him likely the only reason holding him back.

And Leona shot him a smug smirk.

She turned back to Diana, flashing that signature, sun-bright smile. “See? And dude’s still a supermodel!” She wiggled her brows at her, hoping to lighten her mood.

A smile finally budded on Diana’s lips. “Thanks, guys. I think it’s just my perfectionism wreaking havoc in my brain again.”

It’s true, though. Ever since she was a teenager, sleep had always been negotiable—as long as her grades were perfect. That mindset had followed her into adulthood. It had earned her a lot in life, no doubt.

But it had also caused her many sleepless nights…

Diana was snapped out of her thoughts when Nami nudged her shoulder, giving her an impish grin with those pearly whites.

Gosh. Even her smile reminds me of Alune.

Before Nami could react, Diana reached out and pinched her baby face, causing her to let out an adorable squeak.

She swatted her hand away and pouted like a child, causing the rest to laugh with mirth.



“Mmm…Chocolate…”

Zoe stirred next to the humanitarian, mumbling incoherently in her sleep. Soraka tried her best not to laugh; instead, she tenderly caressed her tangerine locks.

“Don’t mind her. She always does that in her sleep,” she said with a chuckle, smiling down at the girl—like a mother doting on her beloved child.

“Uhm… I hope you don’t mind me asking, Miss Soraka. Is Zoe… yours?” Diana asked sheepishly, hoping she didn’t sound too invasive.

At that, Soraka straightened slightly, a faint blush blooming across her cheeks.

“No—no. She’s…” Her eyes flicked to the sleeping child, checking that she was truly asleep.

“…She’s an orphan.”

Diana’s eyes widened. For a moment, she couldn’t find her words.

A quiet sympathy bloomed in her chest for the little twilight fairy.

“I see…” she murmured, glancing at the girl. “I’m very sorry.”

“Uhm… may I ask?” Nami piped up, gently steering the conversation elsewhere. “How did Zoe end up as a model?”

Soraka giggled, visibly delighted by the question.

“This is a funny one, I’ll tell you! When I brought Zoe to the studio with me, my intention was just to let her see the world beyond the sanctuary. But when Taric first laid eyes on her, he immediately asked if she’d be interested in joining the show.” She shook her head in amusement. “I thought he was joking at first—but turns out, he was dead serious.”

Soraka looked over at her tiny friend, her smile widening.

“And Zoe said yes!”

Pantheon, seated beside her, listened with a silly grin plastered across his bearded face. He was genuinely invested in the story with the way his eyes shone with affection.

Diana didn’t need words to know exactly what Leona was thinking when their eyes met.

Are you seeing this? That shit-eating grin said it all, and Diana had to hold back a snort.

“Aww!!! That’s so sweet!” Nami squealed, blissfully unaware of the subtext.


“Models, finish up! Next rehearsal starts in fifteen!” One of the staff called out while tapping at his watch.

“Shit—” Diana glanced down at her lunchbox. She’d only managed to finish half of it. “You guys go ahead, I’ll catch up!” And hurriedly gobbled up whatever was left.

Soraka gently roused the sleeping girl beside her. “Rise and shine, little one.”

Zoe slowly stirred awake, rubbing her eyes. “Is it time to go home yet?”

“Unfortunately, no, my love.” She shook her head with a sympathetic smile. “We still have two more rehearsals, remember?”

The child let out a grumpy grunt—then stretched her arms upward, wordlessly demanding to be carried.

Before Soraka could reprimand her, Pantheon already stepped forward and scooped the little fairy into his strong arms. “All right, all right. Uncle Pan’s got you.” He beamed when he earned himself a delighted giggle from Zoe.

Soraka swatted at him. “Don’t! You’ll spoil her!”

“That’s the whole point!” he replied with a mischievous wink, dodging another swat.

Soraka was staring daggers at him, but the blush on her cheeks had traitorously betrayed her true feelings.

Having to bear witness to all this, unfortunately, the redhead turned to Diana and stuck out her tongue in mock disgust.

Giggling, the silver-haired model answered with a playful eye roll.

Diana was astonished by how quickly she’d finished the rest of her lunch.

However, her pride didn’t last long. A sharp jolt of pain streaked down her back when she stood, causing her to hiss like a rattlesnake as she reached around to massage the sore spot.

“How’s your back?”

Diana flinched and spun around—only to find Katarina standing behind her.

How she managed to sneak up on her like that without being noticed would forever be a mystery.

“Relax, girl. It’s just me.”

That’s precisely why, Diana thought dryly.

To her surprise, the redhead held out a pack of pain relief patches. “Try this. It’ll help with the pain.”

Uhh…

Huh?

Judging by the way Katarina arched her brow, she must’ve spaced out for too long.

“Oh—oh no! It’s okay. Soraka already gave me one.” Diana leaned forward slightly, squinting at the packaging. “Well… It’s a different brand, though.”

Was Katarina trying to be nice?

Before she could process it further, Katarina grabbed Diana’s wrist and pressed the packet firmly into her palm.

“Just take it. Try it out. See which brand’s better,” she said, already turning to leave.

“Hey! Uh… thanks. For earlier.” Diana gestured vaguely toward the younger models nearby—earning a few dagger-like stares in return.

Katarina glanced their way. “Oh, that?” Her scowl alone made them look away in shame. And she let out a haughty laugh. “No problem. Someone’s got to teach them some manners anyway.”

A smirk curled on her ruby lips.

Diana smiled shyly. She hated to admit it, but it was actually nice that the infamous ice queen stood up for her.

“You… you were amazing on the runway,” she said earnestly. “You looked like you were about to fall, but you bounced back like it was nothing.” Diana’s gaze shimmered with genuine admiration.

“How do you walk like that?”

Katarina simply shrugged. “Practice. That’s all. No secret ingredient.” She gave a dry little chuckle at her own joke, but Diana didn’t laugh—just pressed her lips into a thin, unsatisfied line.

The redhead cocked an eyebrow at the lack of reaction—then suddenly blinked in realization.

“Waaait--are you…Asking for my advice?” she teased, quirking her brow.

Diana looked down quickly, cheeks burning. She didn’t respond—just tucked her chin into her collarbone, flustered.

“Tell you what. There’s a technique you can try.”

She motioned for Diana to take a few steps back.

“I like to call this the kick walk,” she said, strutting toward her with long, confident strides. Her black chiffon dress swayed dramatically with each step.

“Instead of a traditional catwalk, you kick your feet forward just a bit.”

Katarina’s dress didn’t hang as long as Diana’s own, but her dress was cut scandalously high on both sides, making it easier to observe the motion.

“Many models use this when they’re wearing long gowns—especially in pageants. But you have to keep in mind that your dress has a high slit on one side. So don’t make it obvious. Make it stylish. Make it intentional.”

She stopped a few feet from Diana.

“That’s what I’d do to avoid slipping on fabric. Or,” she added with a shrug, “you could just lift the hem slightly. Unless Taric specifically told you not to touch the dress?”

Before Diana could answer, a cheer and applause caught both of them off guard.

“Wow!” Luxanna Crownguard trotted over, clapping enthusiastically. “A lesson from the runway queen herself! You’re very lucky, Diana!” she chirped.

Out of the corner of her eye, Diana noticed Katarina went rigid, the colour draining from her once olive face. The redhead turned abruptly, preparing to walk away.

“Kat!” Luxanna called, halting her mid-step. “Can—can I talk to you for a sec?” She timidly asked as she stepped forward.

Katarina turned back stiffly, her shoulders slumped with apprehension flickering in her emerald eyes. “Rehearsal’s about to start...” she mumbled.

“I know—I know! But just a few seconds, please!” Luxanna rushed forward and clung to the taller woman’s arm like she was a beacon in a dark sea.

Diana stood there awkwardly, unsure what to do. So, she did what most would consider the smartest thing.

“I’m just gonna... go queue with the others.” She eased away, then picked up her pace once she was further from them.

Leona and Nami must have witnessed the whole thing. They watched her curiously as she approached.

“Is... everything alright?” Nami asked.

Diana shook her head and grimaced. ‘I don’t know, ’ she mouthed, slipping behind Leona’s harboring presence, with her mermaid friend close behind.

Both Moon and the Ocean peeked out from behind their ‘older sister’, discreetly observing the other two 'goddesses’ exchange.

“Are they fighting?” Nami whispered, concern etched on her visage.

They couldn’t hear their conversation from this distance, but the tension was unmistakable. Luxanna still clung to Katarina like a lifeline, while the redhead kept her gaze averted, desperately looking anywhere but her.

“They almost became sisters-in-law once,” Leona whispered.

“What?!” Diana and Nami exclaimed in unison.

“What…What happened?” The mermaid goddess peered up at her ‘sister’, curiosity palpable on her cherubic face.

Leona only shook her head. “I’m not sure.”

Judging by the way Luxanna kept tugging at Katarina, she was pleading for her to meet her gaze.

But the redhead simply shut her eyes tightly and gritted her teeth, as though she was on the verge of tears.

Diana felt like her heart had been pricked by a needle. She’d never imagined seeing a woman as untouchable as Katarina to look so vulnerable.

And it stung her.

She felt the inclination to walk over and embrace the trembling woman, as she would whenever her baby twins were heartbroken.

“Models, get into positions! Rehearsal starts in three!”

At once, Katarina pulled her arm away, albeit not too harshly. She muttered something under her breath and briskly walked to the opposite wing. Luxanna made a move to follow, but a staff member intercepted her and ushered her toward the queue.

Though she relented, her gaze still lingered on the space Katarina had left behind.

Around them, models and staff whispered among themselves. Some even dared to snicker—indulging in the drama and someone else’s pain.

Fire stirred in Diana’s chest. The lack of empathy was revolting.

“You think they’re going to be okay?” Nami wondered, a hint of genuine worry in her voice.

Unsure of how to respond, Diana could only offer her friend a weak smile in return.

The moment Leona stepped out onto the stage, Diana sauntered forward, carving out space for herself to kick the draping fabric of her gown behind her.

“Let me help you!” Nami bent slightly, helping her to adjust her gown. “Good luck out there, babe!” she added with two thumbs up and a whimsical wink.

“Thanks, babe!” Diana returned the playful gesture, causing them both to giggle like two teenage girls.

As soon as the word Moon echoed from the line array speakers, she took a deep breath and flipped her dark blusher over her head.

It’s showtime.

As advised, she strutted with her feet pointed upward, subtly kicking her gown aside whenever it threatened to break her stride. Vision limited or not, she refused to let anything slow her down now.

When Diana swaggered past Leona, she smirked beneath her stygian veil.

She made it this time.

Once she arrived at the forestage, she lifted her blusher gracefully, revealing her moon-kissed visage. She angled slightly to her right, showing off her porcelain leg. One arm rested on her waist as she posed, intentionally locking eyes with both cameras flanking the stage.

She almost snorted when one of the camerawomen’s jaws went slack for a moment.

Feeling her confidence swell, Diana gave her hair and veil a pert flip as she pivoted.

Leona stood about twenty feet before her, just completing her second pose by tossing her cape over her shoulder dashingly.

For a brief moment, their eyes met—and both women laughed softly. It felt like an inside joke, a secret shared between the two goddesses no one else could understand.

Diana quickened her pace to catch up with her counterpart. When they finally reached the backstage, Leona leaned in close—so tantalizingly close—and whispered in a low voice:

“Brava, milady.”

A shudder rippled down Diana’s spine as she felt Leona’s coral lips brush the tip of her ear.

Unsolicited, a memory from yesterday resurfaced.

When Leona’s lips almost—

Aaaahh! Diana, get a grip!

Diana shook her head vigorously, drawing a few odd stares from nearby staff and models.

After another agonizing round of rehearsal and a long-winded briefing session, the models were finally dismissed by the stage director to return to their dressing rooms.

"Phew!"

Nami and Diana flopped back into their seats, the last of their energy completely drained. Diana swore she could've fallen asleep right there and then at her dressing table, if not for the clutter of makeup products and tools scattered across it.

"Oh my gooosh! I can’t believe it’s already 4:30! We could’ve left earlier if it wasn’t for Mr. Ramble! Seriously, he just repeated what he said last week!" Nami complained, waving her hands in the air with unrestrained flair.

Diana needed that information, sure—but she nodded along, more out of mutual disdain for the insufferable man than anything else.

"Well, thank the gods it’s over now," the older girl muttered, rubbing her aching calf after hours in heels.

“Now, we just need to wait for the staff.” She looked down at her gown and groaned. No matter how stunning it looked on her, the amount of effort it took to get it off was enough pain.

Five minutes passed.

Then another…

Still, the majority of the staff were nowhere to be seen.

Diana arched her head back and grunted. She then turned to look at her friend, poor Nami looked like she was fighting for her life not to fall asleep—her head bobbing back and forth like a bobber tugged by a fish.

Muttering an expletive, Diana gently roused her. "Forget the staff. We’ll help each other change instead." She delicately tugged the younger woman to her feet.

"Are the fitting rooms still occupied?" Nami asked, yawning without bothering to cover her mouth.

Diana stretched her neck to check. The frown that immediately formed on her face was answer enough.

"Yeah…" she sighed. "Whatever then. Alright, lazy bum, you first!" Diana gestured for her to turn around before smacking her butt in the process.

"Hey!" Nami yelped in surprise, swatting her hand away and shooting her a glare with no real heat behind it.

Diana cackled like a cartoon villainess. She used to mess with her siblings like this all the time. What could she say? She loved abusing her ‘older sister’ privileges.

Once Diana helped her friend out of the garment and changed back into her daily attire, Nami returned the favour. She carefully unlaced the back of Diana’s gown with her deft fingers. As the closures started to fall open, Nami let out a horrified gasp.

"Diana, your back!"

The silver-haired model quickly raised an arm to shield her décolleté and turned slightly to see over her shoulder. "Fuck," she hissed.

A dark bruise had begun to form and swell against her pale skin.

"Damn, that looks painful!"

A voice sneered behind them, and laughter rippled through the nearby models, drenched in sarcasm.

"Oh, Zyra, you can’t blame her! I mean, she didn’t even audition to be here," another one added with a snide chuckle.

Nami patted Diana’s back ceaselessly in a show of support, hoping it wouldn’t get to her. Diana simply stared ahead, her shoulders sagging. She was too tired to entertain any of their bullshit.

Dissatisfied with the lack of reaction, Zyra pressed on.

"So, was it true? Did you fuck Leona to be here?"

A few gasps echoed around the room. Silence then followed, thick and sharp—as if an Xer'Sai had just slithered through the room.

At that, Diana turned around. Slowly.

Menacingly.

"Say that again?"

Next to her, Nami stood frozen, her hand suspended mid-air.

Zyra smirked, delighted to have trapped Diana in her bait. “I said: Did. You. Fuck. Leona. To be here?" She repeated, deliberately louder this time.

Diana’s hands curled into fists, threatening to ruin the bust of her dress. She was ready to lunge at the bratty woman—but then, a thought crossed her mind.

And a wicked grin spread across her ethereal features.

"No. But did you?"

Zyra reeled as though Diana had slapped her. Her smirk disappeared, replaced by a sneer. "Excuse me?!"

"I mean, you must’ve fucked someone to be here, right? Otherwise, why would you even ask me that?" Diana tilted her head, her voice sugary sweet. "Are you projecting, Zyra? Is that what it is?"

Zyra stomped forward, looking ready to snap her in two. "You little bi—"

"Hey!" A staff member shouted. "Knock it off, both of you! You girls want to lose your jobs?!"

An empty threat, no doubt—but fortunately, it was enough to make Zyra back off.

"Tchh!" she scoffed, waving her hand dismissively and returning to her seat with a dramatic huff. "Whateva."

Diana swept a murderous glare across the room, daring anyone else to open their mouth. Thankfully, they were smart enough not to.

"C’mon," Nami said gently, rubbing her back. "Let’s get you changed. We don’t wanna keep Leona waiting too long, yeah?"

Casting one last glare, Diana sighed wearily and nodded, repositioning herself so Nami could finish the task.

It was a bad idea to do anything work-related activity before bed, at least according to that self-help book Diana read a few weeks ago.

But what do you expect from a perfectionist?

So here she was, sitting cross-legged on her queen-sized bed, nerdy glasses perched on her nose and smartphone practically shoved against her face, determined to evaluate her performance from the rehearsal video Pantheon had shared in their private group chat.

What was it called again?

Ahh, right...

‘⛰️   Targonians Assemble ⛰️ + Princess Ariel 🧜 ‍ ♀ ️ .’

Diana had to roll her eyes when she saw their group name. Only Pantheon can come up with something so silly.

She hit play on the video and skipped to her part.

There she was—on her third try, her movements had flowed. Less stiff, more assured. And she let out a low hum of approval.

However... there was a problem.

Her hips.

They still moved awkwardly.

 Lifeless. Like she was being held at gunpoint…

Okay, maybe that was a bit dramatic.

But Diana could already hear Sarah bellowing “Sway Your Hips!” at full volume in her head.

Diana scrunched up her nose and groaned.

This was harder than she thought.

With a long stretch of her neck and arm, she decided to call it a night. But not before performing her usual nighttime ritual.

She exited the video and tapped autoplay on her photo albums—a calming routine she’d grown to rely on ever since--


No, Diana! Don’t.

Diana gave herself a mental shake, refusing to let her mind drift to that past again.

Just when Diana’s lids threatened to shut on their own, a message popped up on her screen.

Upon seeing the sender’s name, she smirked.

[Hey, you still up?]

Diana bit her lip and giggled giddily.

[Yeah.]

Not long after, she heard the faint creak of a wooden door opening and shutting. Her footsteps padded closer.

Knock-knock.

“Come in.”

A genial smile tugged at Diana’s lips the moment that pretty head peeked around her door.

“Hey, what’cha doing?” A cheeky grin pinched at Leona’s sun-kissed cheeks.

“Oh, nothing.” Diana shifted on her bed and tucked her legs to the side. “Just scrolling through some childhood pics.”

“Aye! I wanna see!” Leona slid in and clicked the door shut before hopping next to Diana, making the bed bounce slightly.

By doing so, their shoulders bumped. Their knees brushed.

And Diana’s cheeks flushed with a delicate rosy hue. The warmth of Leona’s breath tickled her cheek like a summer breeze—so gentle. So comforting, and so impossible to ignore.

“Are these your siblings?! Oh damn, they’re so cute!”

Leona’s excitement snapped Diana out of her daydream.


“Oh--oh yeah!” She stammered. “That’s Alune, and that’s Aphelios.” She laughed awkwardly, hurriedly pointing at the twins on her phone to ‘cover up her tracks’. “I think they were about eight in this one.”

“What about you? I wanna see baby Diana!” Leona elbowed her playfully in the waist, making Diana roll her eyes.

“Patience, milady.”

The next photo showed a teenage Diana—with a different set of nerdy glasses—grinning mischievously as she squished both siblings under her arms.

“That was from my birthday. I just turned thirteen... I think.” Diana pushed her glasses up her nose and squinted at the photo, rifling through her memory.

Leona chuckled beside her. “So you were already a nerd back then, huh?”

“Excuse moi—”

Whatever sass Diana had planned to dish out died in her throat the moment she turned.

Leona’s face was mere inches from hers. Hazel eyes locked with violet ones.

Both of them held their breath. She could feel her heart pounding like it wanted to escape its blood red cage.

Does she feel it too?

Diana wondered.

When Leona’s gaze flickered downward—

Diana swore her heart was going to burst like fireworks.

Leona’s coral lips parted. She wanted to say something—

‘Brava to the most beautiful woman in the world!’

The sound coming from her phone startled them both out of their trance, causing them to look at the screen.

A woman with long, silver locks—uncannily similar to Diana’s—was belly dancing to an ancient Shuriman music in the middle of a living room.

Oh.

Diana remembered that day vividly. Her mother had just won the Shuriman Belly Dancing Contest, and they were celebrating at her childhood home.

Her mother, still young and radiant, twirled in her sumptuous costume, dancing freely and joyously, as if free of the shackles of the world.

A mini-sized Diana—with twin pigtails—cheered beside her, waving her plastic clappers like a pair of maracas.

The baby twins, only a few months old, sat on each side of the green couch that now resided in her apartment. Alune was laughing in delight, while Aphelios simply stared at their mother, awestruck by her pristine beauty.

“Is that your mom?!” Leona asked, eyes sparkling. “Aspects—you look just like her!”

Diana chuckled. “You’re not the first to say that.”

Her mother had been around Diana’s current age in the video. She had passed down so many gifts to her. The almond eyes, those cherry lips, and that lovely heart-shaped face.

‘Congrats, darling!’ her father’s voice called out from behind the camera.

The video ended with her mother turning around, radiating a smile mesmeric enough to make all of Runeterra fall in love.

Diana giggled at the memory of a night when her father told them their 'love at first sight' story before bedtime. ‘That’s how I fell for your mom.’ He'd say.
 
She could still hear those words in his voice.

Her finger hovered over the screen, tracing her mother’s silhouette, as if hoping—just for a second—to touch her again.

But she couldn’t.

Before Diana realized, a single teardrop splattered across the screen, blurring her mother’s beautiful face.

One tear led to another, and she could no longer control herself.

“Hey...” Leona gingerly wrapped her arms around Diana when the poor girl started sobbing uncontrollably. “It’s okay,” she murmured, pulling her close and stroking her arm with care. “It’s okay.”

Three years had passed since the tragic accident, but she still hadn’t grown used to the silence that followed her parents’ absence—especially her mother’s.

She didn’t just lose her mother that day; she had lost her best friend.

People kept telling her that time would heal all wounds, but…

She doesn’t believe she ever will heal from this one.


The chaste kiss placed on her temple gently brought her back to the present.

“It’s okay,” Leona murmured into the crown of her head. “I’m here.”

A relieved sigh escaped Diana’s trembling lips as she buried her face in the crook of Leona’s neck.

Her anchor. Her warmth.

Her Sun.


Maybe time won’t heal all wounds.

Perhaps…

Love does.


“You know…Now I know where you won your genetic lotteries.” Leona quipped, still murmuring into her silvery locks, causing her words to sound all muffled and goofy.

Alas, a soft laughter spilled from Diana’s lips. “Well...” Still chuckling through a sniffle. “If only I had inherited the way she swayed her hips too—”

Wait a minute...

That’s it!

Shuriman belly dancing!

Diana wriggled out of Leona’s embrace and bolted toward the balcony, leaving her friend blinking at her own empty arms.

Leona turned to stare at her, radically puzzled.

Diana looked up at the moon gleaming overhead and blew it several kisses.

Oh Mama!

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

You’re a lifesaver!

Still staring at her silver-haired friend, poor Leona could only blink in confusion.

“Uhh... What just happened?”

Chapter Text

“Fuck...”

Leona muttered lazily as she smacked her alarm clock shut.

After a hectic week of promotional events for their upcoming show, she had finally been granted an off day.

But, of course, she just had to forget to turn that damn alarm off.

With a begrudging sigh, she sat up and let out a long yawn.

The faint notes of Shuriman music drifting in from the room next door roused her completely awake from her drowsiness far more effectively than the alarm had.

Diana.

She hadn’t had much time with her over the past week, aside from the occasional late dinner.

Well, Diana had been busy too—either training with Sarah at the studio or… belly dancing? Leona still wasn’t sure, but she intended to find out today.

First things first.

She raised a hand to her mouth, blew gently against her palm, and winced.

Yeah…

She needed to brush her teeth first.

Diana couldn’t believe the progress she had made in just a week. Her hips now swayed almost instinctively with the rhythm of the music as she practiced in front of her vanity mirror.

Well, she had done her homework.

Night after night, she’d stayed up late watching hip-circling tutorials, even studying the way her mother swayed her hips.

Still, she hadn’t expected results this quick.

Who knew I had it in me?

She chuckled softly.

‘Knock, knock.’

Her movements came to a halt as she paused the music on her phone.

Oh. She’s early today.

When Diana opened the door, her smile bloomed the instant she saw those lambent hazel eyes and freckled cheeks.

“Good morning. Didn’t expect to see you so soon.” Diana teased.

Leona grinned cheekily. “I was wondering whatcha—aaa…” Whatever charm she had prepared fizzled the moment her gaze landed on Diana’s outfit.

Clad in a skin-tight crop top and boy shorts, her bare midriff and smooth thighs are on full display. The sight alone made Leona’s mouth water. Her tiny waist looked so inviting that she had to summon every ounce of restraint not to reach out and claim it.

“Umm...”

Leona was snapped out of her daze when Diana attempted to cover herself with her arms. “I was practicing my hip movements, that’s why I—umm...” She averted her gaze with her cheeks flushed, arms still guarding her pale midsection.

“I wanna see.”

The low, husky growl startled Diana out of her bashfulness.

When she met Leona’s eyes, the warm greenish-brown had been swallowed by a dark pool of desire.

They reflected nothing.

Except for her own alluring form.

And it stirred something deep within herself.

“…You want to see?” Diana asked, lowering her arms in a deliberate reveal.

Slowly. Sensually.

She bit her lower lip, heavy-lidded eyes locked on the woman before her.

She smirked when she saw Leona’s breath quicken. Her knuckles whitened from how tightly her fists clenched.

“Yes,” Leona growled, impatient now.

Diana let out a low hum, amused by her friend’s reaction.

“Alright… then.”

She turned and strutted toward her vanity, moving at a torturously slow pace. When she bent down to replay the music, just a little lower than necessary, she caught the faintest grunt from behind her.

She smirked over her shoulder as she straightened.

Feigning nonchalance, Leona crossed her arms over her chest, but the loud gulp betrayed her composure when Diana began to move. Her hips traced smooth infinity loops to the steady beat of the doumbek and the lilting strum of the oud.

“I’ve been practicing my hip circles while you were gone,” Diana cooed, violet eyes locking with hazel as she swayed.

Aspects...

Heat crawled up the back of Leona’s neck.

It spread lower and lower, pooling hungrily in her belly.

When the music stopped, Diana stilled with it.

Leona nearly mourned the loss, but her yearning was swiftly replaced by something hotter when Diana leaned back against the dressing table, smirking at her with those dusky violet eyes.

“What do you think, Miss Solari?” she purred.

Her lips, so pink and tempting, made Leona ache to taste them.

She strode forward and wrapped her waist in a fierce hold, trapping her beneath her taller frame.

“What do I think?” she growled, voice rough with want. “I think, Miss Lunari, you’re trying to seduce me.”

Her gaze locked onto Diana’s, daring her to deny it.

Diana’s heart thundered against her ribs, but she refused to falter. She thrust her chest forward, pressing against Leona’s, drawing a shudder from her.

Her soft lips brushed against Leona’s jaw, sliding up to her ear, and whispered:

“What if I am?”

That’s it.


Diana’s eyes flew wide open when Leona grabbed a fistful of her hair and crashed their lips together. Taken aback by her roughness, she could only mewl helplessly—at first.

She soon returned the fire with equal fervour, nipping and biting at Leona’s lips in retaliation.

She yelped into their kiss when one of Leona’s hands slid lower from her waist to palm one of her cheeks, drawing a low groan of satisfaction from the stronger woman.

The poor girl could only clutch at Leona’s biceps for balance.

“Diana,” Leona purred against her mouth, guiding them toward the bed. She pushed Diana down and straddled her, caging her beneath.

The sight of the Moon Goddess beneath her was intoxicating.

Her silver locks spilled across the sheets like liquid starlight, her crop top riding just high enough to tease the lace of her black bra.

When Diana gazed up with those sultry violet eyes, the fire in Leona blazed hotter.

“Leona...” Diana breathed her name, a single silver strand clinging to her lips.

Gods, she looked even sexier like this.

Leona surrendered to her hunger. She pressed another deep kiss to Diana’s mouth, then trailed wet, desperate kisses down the column of her neck.

Each whimper, each soft mewl was music to her ears—like fuel stoking her desire.

Her hands skimmed that narrow waist, sliding upward along the smooth skin, already tingling with anticipation as she neared her prize. To finally cup those perky—

“Wait—stop!”

Diana’s cry tore through the haze. Her breathing came ragged, panicked.

Leona froze.

The beast within her caged once again.

She rapidly jerked her hands away and scrambled back, putting space between them.

“Oh—oh my god, Diana! I’m so sorry!” she babbled, waving her hands as if to erase the moment. “Did I hurt you?! I didn’t mean to, I--”

Still lying on the bed, Diana only shook her head weakly.

“Are—are you okay?” Leona stammered.

Diana stayed still, her expression unreadable.

At last, she sat up, tugging her top back down to cover herself.

“I’m sorry, I can’t.”

Leona’s blood ran cold at her words. “Did—did I frighten you?” She took cautious steps closer.

Diana shook her head again.

“It’s not you,” she said firmly. “It’s just... I can only do it…with my partner.” Hugging her arms tight, she rubbed them in a self-soothing motion, face turned away in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry.” She felt self-conscious about the fact that she was the one who led them into this predicament.

Leona stood frozen. She hadn’t expected this.

“Oh,” she murmured, rubbing at the back of her neck. “I--I see.”

Equally embarrassed, she looked down at her feet, shuffling against the floor. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

Then, she looked up again.

“I won’t do that again. I promise.”

She was stunned when Diana’s head snapped toward her so fast it was almost violent. A frown creased her features, disappointment dimming the once-captivating eyes.

Shit. Did I say something wrong?

But before she could ask, Diana rose and headed toward the bathroom.

“I gotta get ready. Sarah’s coming in an hour.”

She coldly shut the door behind her, leaving the redhead to take the hint and see herself out.

Shit.

Even hours later, Diana’s coldness lingered on Leona’s skin like frostbite.

“Yaaasss! That’s what I’m talking about!” Sarah cheered as Diana strode and swayed confidently toward her in a long, hot pink gown she had ordered online a few days ago.

Leona would’ve joked and teased her about it if Diana wasn’t still giving her the silent treatment.

“That’s what I’m talking about, girl!” Sarah applauded when Diana stopped a few feet from her. “Come here and give me a—” She raised both arms, and Diana met them with a solid high-five. “Yeah, girl! That’s what I wanna see! Confidence!”

She pulled Diana into a hug and stamped two noisy kisses on her pale cheeks. This time, Sarah didn’t bother rubbing them away.

Gotten used to her mentor’s antics, Diana just let the red stains sit on her ivory skin.

“You’re a natural, sweetie!” Sarah gripped her shoulders and gave her a playful shake, earning a shy chuckle from her pupil.

“Isn’t she just a natural, sweetheart?!” Sarah turned to her former student, who stood at the corner of the studio, surprisingly quiet the whole time. Her head hung low with her arms crossed, lost in her thoughts.

“Leona?”

The supermodel looked up a few seconds late, realizing at last that her ex-mentor had been addressing her.

“...Sorry, what were you talking about?”

Sarah blinked before repeating, “Isn’t Diana a natural, sweetheart?” She elbowed the silver-haired woman lightly, a teasing smile tugging at her lips.

Leona forced a grin. “Oh—yeah! Heh heh…” She laughed awkwardly. “Love the hip sway. Very hypnotizing.”

At least the last part wasn’t a lie.

Not even sparing her a glance, Diana merely pressed her lips into a thin line.  Unamused.

At their lack of interactions, Sarah’s brows knit together, glancing between the two. Attempting to smooth the tension, she cleared her throat. “So…” She drew the word out until both pairs of eyes flicked to her. “When’s your next rehearsal again?”

“Tomorrow. Our final one,” Leona answered.

“Are you coming to the show, Sarah?” Diana asked.

Sarah gave an apologetic smile before shaking her head. “Unfortunately not, sweetie. I’ve got other matters to attend to.”

“Oh.” Diana’s tone dropped. “That’s a shame.”

“Oh, don’t worry, baby girl.” Sarah clasped her shoulders and gave a gentle squeeze. “I’ll be with you in spirit.” She winked, and a genuine smile finally blossomed on those soft lips—the same lips Leona had just kissed this morning.

Oh, how she longed for that smile to be hers again.

But right now, it felt impossibly out of reach.

And she hadn’t yet figured out why.

“Any final notes for me before the show?” Diana asked. “Anything I need to improve?”

“Nah, sweetie. You’re fine. Keep up with what you’ve got now—” Sarah’s gaze intentionally flickered down to Diana’s hips. “And you’ll be more than fine.”

She cackled when Diana’s cheeks flushed a shade darker than her gown.

“However,” Sarah continued once her laughter subsided, “there is one thing I’d like to point out.” Her eyes shifted to Leona, who stood stiff in the corner, blinking like a lost child.

Then, her celestite eyes returned to Diana.

“Communication is key in every situation,” she said firmly, her expression flinty as the day she’d first offered Diana her wisdom. “Never forget that.”

Both women straightened instinctively under her words. It seems nothing ever escaped Sarah’s watchful gaze.

“Well then!” The ginger’s playfulness returned as she clasped her hands. “Break a leg, my girls! Wishing you all the best for the show!” She chirped in a sing-song voice, no longer bothered by the remaining tension in the room.

Diana and Leona ate quietly across from one another at the kitchen island, the clink of cutlery the only sound between them. The tension from Diana’s room lingered like smoke neither could wave away.

“Hey…” Leona started, unable to stand the silence any longer. “I think we need to talk about…what happened this morning.”

Diana stiffened slightly, her knife pausing mid-cut. If Leona noticed, she didn’t say anything.

Feigning calm, Diana only hummed in agreement and resumed slicing her steak.

“Well, communication is key, right? Heh…” Leona forced a laugh, her smile brittle. But it crumbled the moment Diana looked up—really looked at her—after what felt like an eternity.

Leona’s throat tightened as she set her utensils down, gathering every ounce of courage before finally asking the question that had stuck in her head all day,

“Why are you mad at me?”

The words escaped smaller than she’d meant them to, and the flat stare Diana gave her next made her stomach plummet.

“Seriously? You really don’t know?”

Leona swallowed hard, the weight of that gaze making her chest ache. She knew she had to tread carefully. One wrong word could shatter everything.

“Truthfully… I don’t know,” she said softly. “I promised not to cross your boundaries again. I thought I was being considerate, so I don’t understand why you’re upset.”

Her eyes didn’t waver.

They were earnest, vulnerable.

Almost everyone knows the redhead was a terrible actress. Thus, Diana believed her.

But it doesn’t mean her honesty didn’t make it even more frustrating.

Diana exhaled sharply, her chest rising and falling. “For the past week, you’ve acted like you were… interested in me.” Her foot tapped against the floor, each beat louder than the clock ticking on the wall. “But when I told you I can only—” She broke off, heat flooding her cheeks. “—only make love to my partner, you didn’t even ask me out. You just brushed it off, saying you wouldn’t do it again.”

She sucked in another breath, bracing herself.

“Have you…never thought of being serious with me?”

Her voice cracked. Desolation flickered in those usually bright violet eyes—like a star dimming in the night sky.

Leona couldn’t bear it.

She looked away, shoulders sagging, her jaw tight with pain.

Diana could feel a part of her anger dissipating at the sight. She had never seen Leona look so defeated, so unlike the unshakable woman she knew.

“Diana, I…I like you. A lot.” Leona turned back to look at her. “I was…moonstruck from the first moment I saw you.”

Both Diana’s cutlery fell on the table with a loud ‘clang’.

Her eyes widened at her confession.

She can feel her heart racing like a horse galloping through the meadow.

Did Leona just confess to me?

Her heart was starting to leap with joy.

“I want to be with you, Diana…If I can.”


Diana felt her heart drop to her gut.

“…What do you mean by ‘if I can’?”


Leona looked away again, shame-ridden. “I’m sorry, Diana.” Her voice faltered, sounding so fragile. “I’m not…” She drew a ragged breath.



“I’m not out of the closet yet.”

For a while, Diana just sat there, staring at her friend. Speechless.

She never realized.

Leona always carried herself with such unwavering confidence.

She never realized--

When a single tear slipped down Leona’s cheek, Diana was jolted from her thoughts.

She had never seen Leona cry.

Leona hastily swiped away her tears. She hated crying, especially in front of someone she wanted to impress.

She was supposed to be the strong one.

She looked back just as Diana rose from her seat and came to her side.

“Oh, Leona…” Her expression softened like an angel as she gently cupped her cheeks with her dainty hands.

Leona clenched her eyes shut, gritting her teeth. She could no longer hold it in.

She clung to Diana tightly, burying her face against her chest. “I’m sorry, Diana,” she sobbed. “I didn’t mean to lead you on, I just—”

“It’s alright, Leona. It’s alright.” Diana murmured tenderly, wrapping her arms around her frame and stroking her auburn hair as if to soothe her Sun with her quiet serenity. Leona pressed closer, letting the steady beat of Diana’s heart ease the ache in her own. She held onto her Moon as though it were her sanctuary.

They stayed like that until Diana’s voice, soft as a petal brushing against one’s skin, broke the silence. “Can I ask you something?”

“Hmm?” Leona sniffled.

“I always thought we Targonians were the most open and accepting when it comes to love,” Diana said carefully. “Did something happen to make you feel like…you have to hide?”

They parted for the moment, and at the sight of Leona’s tear-streaked eyes, Diana felt her heart clench painfully.

“This is what happens when you have parents who care more about appearances than their children.” Leona scoffed, resentment laced in her voice. “Desperate to fit into the Piltovian upper class, my father discarded our Targonian beliefs just to curate this ‘normal ’ family image.” She made air quotes with her fingers.

“But…I thought Piltovians were quite accepting, too?” Diana asked, with an almost childlike naivety.

Leona could offer a weak smile.

“It’s true they’ve advanced a lot over the years. Waaay more than the Demacians ever did. But, there’s still an…unspoken standard to follow.”

She shook her head with a heavy sigh. “If you’re just an average citizen, they don’t care much. But if you’re the first-born daughter of one of Runeterra’s wealthiest men?” She gestured at herself. “It’s a different story.”

Anger burned through Diana’s veins; she could not believe the absurdity that Leona had endured.

Her own parents had always taught her that all love, when genuine, was sacred.

They had even celebrated her when she first came out at sixteen. She realized not everyone was blessed with such warmth, unfortunately.

“I’m sorry you had to go through all this, Leona.” She leaned forward, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. “You deserve to love openly—on your own terms, not anyone else’s.”

At her words, another tear slid down Leona’s cheek.

“It’s hard to break free when your father’s one of the corporate sponsors for the brand you work for.”

“Wait—what?!” Diana pulled back slightly, taken aback.

“Yeah.” Leona sighed. “It’s his way of keeping an eye on me.”

Diana clicked her tongue in distaste.

What kind of father does that?!

Even without seeing him in person, she already despised this man.

“Did something happen to you, too?”

Diana blinked. “Pardon?” A little caught off guard by Leona’s shift in conversation.

“You mentioned you can only… uhm, you know.” She scratched the back of her neck. “I wondered…Did something happen?”

The frown on Diana’s face was answer enough.

Her shoulders stiffened, and she shut her eyes tightly, dispirited by the memory.

“When I was in college, I fell in love with my roommate,” she began quietly. Her head drooped low. “Deep down, I knew she didn’t feel the same. But I was still stupid enough to agree to be ‘friends with benefits’—just to keep her close.”

Her hands curled into fists, nails carving crescent moons into her palms.

“I kept gaslighting myself that one day, she’d love me back. But of course, she never did.”

She opened her fists slowly, red marks standing out against her pale skin. She rubbed them absently.

“I felt used. Drained.” She inhaled sharply. “So I broke things off with her, moved out, and swore to never have casual sex again.” Her voice cracked on the last words. She hugged her arms around herself, rubbing them as though to soothe the ache away.

“I wanted to connect with you, Leona. I do. But my body just… I don’t know…locked into this fight or flight mode…”

Leona listened patiently, devoid of judgment. She reached out gently, resting her hand over Diana’s.

“I’m sorry you went through that,” she said softly. “No one should ever make you feel you have to bargain for love.”

Diana blinked, surprised by the sincerity in her tone.

“You weren’t stupid,” Leona added, her thumb brushing across Diana’s skin. “You just cared too much for someone who didn’t deserve your love.”

For the first time since dredging up the memory, Diana managed a small smile. The tightness in her chest eased, just a little.

‘Thank you.’ Diana mouthed as she blinked her own tears away.

“…By the way, I’m sorry for being a hypocrite,” Diana mumbled, almost a whisper.

Leona tilted her head in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I was angry at you for not telling me about the paparazzi photo. But then I went and made assumptions about your intentions, without communicating with you.”

Leona’s expression softened at her concession. Then, a playful smirk appeared. “Hmm…Yeah, you kinda were.”

Diana couldn’t resist a soft slap to her friend’s shoulder.

Even though it was true, still…

The two women shared a genuine, soft laughter. For the first time this evening, the energy felt lighter. Like a heavy boulder had been lifted off their shoulders.

Leona’s heart warmed at Diana’s sincere smile, but it faltered when she saw the nervous flicker in her violet eyes.

“Uhmm… I know it’s not the right time for me to ask this, but…” Diana’s gaze darted anxiously.

Leona gently squeezed her hand. “Go on.”

Diana’s voice wavered as she searched Leona’s eyes.

“Is there…Will there be any possibility for us? In the future?”

The question hung in the air, trembling between hope and fear.

Leona’s breath caught. For a heartbeat, she wanted nothing more than to say yes — to promise Diana everything her heart whispered in secret.

But reality pressed down on her chest, heavy and unyielding.

Her lips parted, then closed again. She let go of her hand and shook her head faintly, leaving Diana crestfallen.

“Diana, I’m sorry. I can’t tell you for certain. I’m so sorry.” The words tumbled out of Leona.

When she saw the light drain from Diana’s eyes, her heart sank to the bottom of the ocean.

Diana was silent for a moment until she whispered, “It’s alright,” Biting her lip as she forced a smile. “I understand.”

She leaned down, kissing Leona’s forehead once more.

“No matter the future, I’ll always be here for you. Always.” A true Duchenne smile softened her divine features, and Leona’s self-loathing deepened.

“Let’s--let’s finish our meal, shall we?” Diana walked over to the living room, flicked on the TV, and returned to her seat. “The Mageseeker is about to start.”

Though she wore a smile, Leona could see through the hurt beneath it.

And guilt gnawed at her.

If she couldn’t love Diana properly, she shouldn’t have acted like she could.

She shouldn’t have given hope.