A-Z Zed and Syndra

Inspired by mrboxturtle's Talon/Quinn Drabbles

Thank you for blessing us with such adorable stories

A— Absence

Syndra didn't mind Zed's absence, he was a busy man after all. Being the leader of the Order of Shadow was to be expected. Yet, the Dark Sovereign couldn't help but feel a bit lonesome in her floating temple.

Minutes ticked by very slowly when she was alone. She would occasionally practice her sinister magic or meditate like her ninja had suggested but she despised it. Syndra was an all powerful mage in her eyes— practice was redundant.

But when Zed did appear, she was happy again. Although, she rarely expressed that to him.

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B— Bickering

Syndra was a very hard-headed, quick to anger woman. The littlest thing would set her off. Zed accepted that about her. But when it became too much to handle, the Master of Shadows would give her space. Once Syndra mentioned something about his master she didn't mean in her fit of rage and Zed was gone for a week. When he returned, Syndra was no longer angry— she even apologized, something she never did.

Although, she was furious about him leaving her alone for so long.

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C— Candy

Syndra disliked sweets. She even hated sugar being added to anything she ate. The mage didn't like how sticky candy made her fingers and lips or how it attracted insects.

Zed, on the other hand, didn't mind them. He worked hard so he could enjoy a mochi or sugar stars here and there. The ninja even enjoyed the foreign candies such as Piltover's lollipops and Shurima's chocolate-covered scarbs. He would snack on them if he was reading or just as a treat.

Although, he did start eating less when Syndra refused to kiss him.

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D— Dancing

Zed did not dance. Period. He was too serious for that. His body only moved to end lives.

"You mean, you'll eat bugs but not dance with me in my empty temple?" Is what Syndra said to him the day he got to his feet. He took his mage by the waist and they slowly swayed. Her hands locked behind his neck.

There was no music.

Just the sound of Syndra humming and the occasional giggle when they misstepped.

That was good enough for the ninja.

E— Eyes

Zed didn't recall what color his eyes were before the scroll turned them a blood red. He didn't care either until he noticed something about them.

They were like Syndra's: menacing and powerful yet broken.

And as he looked into the mage's eyes, he saw a bit of himself. After a few seconds, Zed would then bury himself in her neck.

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F— Family

According to Syndra, she had no family. The only person that came close was the master who tried to anchor her powers down.

Zed felt the same way. The foolish master and naïve brother were just ghosts to him now. They were something he would truly like to forget.

But as he laid next to the mage, he grabbed her hand. She turned to look at him with a confused expression.

"You're my family now."

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G— Gifts

It started with one plant. A small bonsai tree Zed had bought Syndra just because he felt like it.

At first, the mage didn't know what to do with it. But after a few hours of reading, she figured out how to trim and care for them. Zed could tell his Syndra adored the plant.

From then on, he brought her plants from wherever he went— Demacian hydrangeas, Noxian black roses, and even a cactus from Shurima.

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H— Humility

Syndra never levitated when she was with Zed. She would always walk alongside him. Although she would still use her telekinesis powers to move things while she cleaned her temple. In return, Zed used his shadow clones to assist her while he meditated or sharpened his blades.

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I— Insecurity

It took a long time before Zed was comfortable enough around Syndra to take of his mask. For months, he would do everything in his mask.

Syndra hated it.

Her middle ground was a scarf he could wear. But one fateful day as they sat on her balcony, a "gust of wind" pulled the scarf right off his face. Zed had his face covered with his hand as he searched for it. But he came to realize he didn't need it.

And as he kissed Syndra, she threw the scarf right of the edge of the balcony.

Notes: I hope you liked these little Zed/Syndra treats. Again, I'd like to thank mrboxturle for inspiring me and I suggest you all go read their A-Z Talon/Quinn stories.

You'll get the rest of the letters soon.

See you next chapter.