Sleep.

Bruce sighed with a silly smile on his face as he watched Syndra slumber peacefully. She looked so at peace, like she didn't have a care in the world. He could have watched her beautiful form sleep for eternity and he would have been content.

After she had practically barged in and tackled him he had immediately comforted her and whispered sweet things to her. To say it worked would be a lie, she still seemed upset, but just a little less. She had never told him the reason for her outburst, nor would he press for it. He was no fool, he knew Syndra had problems but they were problems they would face together. When she was ready she would tell him her secrets herself.

Bruce ran a hand through his hair in comfort, physically and mentally worn out. Everything that was happening to him any other normal man would probably be crying in outright jealousy but to him he couldn't help but worry. How was he supposed to take care of both of them, much less manage his career as a summoner. He hadn't even summoned a champion yet for fucks sake.

Growling in self-frustration, he was about to continue in his self-loathing if he hadn't felt something poke him on his left cheek. Batting an eye to his left he was met with a black sphere engulfing his view.

"You're up," was all he muttered as he pushed the orb away slightly to view Syndra.

"It would seem so," Syndra replied smoothly.

A moment of silence was shared between the two. Bruce's eyes wondered briefly across Syndra's lithe form, which was covered only by a yellow blanket. He caught himself, immediately returning his eyes back up to Syndra but it was too late, He was caught red-handed.

"I told you Bruce, you can look at all of me. I am yours as you are mine," she said with an all too alluring smile. Heaven forbid that addicting slice of bliss be taken from him.

Syndra beckoned towards him with a pat on Sona's bed, a kind smile on her face as she awaited him. As soon as he got close she grabbed onto him and pressed him against her chest, not giving a care in the world as he nuzzled himself deeper into her. She could feel the embarrassment and nervousness roll off of him and that only seemed to drive her more.

Bruce tried heatedly to focus on the sweet gesture, but he couldn't deny the presence of what lied behind the thin yellow blanket. It didn't help that the sweet scent of strawberries wafted off of her.

"God this woman," Bruce thought lovingly as she began to stroke his hair affectionately.

Syndra giggled sweetly as she overheard Bruce's little comment but she choose not to comment herself. She could feel another emotion coursing through him but they both would have to reluctantly ignore that particular feeling for now. She had made a promise to Sona and she was going to abide by it as best she could even if that meant not letting Bruce give her unfathomable pleasure beyond belief!

Said woman took a deep breath as she continued to stroke his hair. To escape her own lust she began to ask Bruce some questions that seemed to bother her as of late.

"So Bruce," Syndra began softly.

"Hmmm," the man answered dazedly, fully content with laying with her at the moment.

"Care to…show me your arm?" she asked cutely while trailing a finger across his jaw before stopping at his lips.

"Yeaa in a minute," he answered absent-mindedly.

"Or now," she shot back in a less soft tone.

Bruce unfortunately didn't get the message because he continued laying on her. It was only when he was being lifted up in the air that he realized that he might have ticked her off somewhat.

"Hey ummmm," Bruce mumbled a little frighteningly.

"Show me now, or you'll find yourself experiencing something a lot less comfortable then my breast," she threatened coolly.

"The floor?"

"Try the ground. Outside."

Bruce sighed before flexing his hand, the appendage becoming a dark mix of gray sliver and jet black. His digits became something akin to black energy wisp then actual solid matter. The skin of his arm had cracks along it like before but this time purple energy was flowing between them.

"Whoa," was all Syndra muttered before she used her power to bring him closer to her. She relinquished her hold on him, allowing his feet to touch the ground beforehand. Her hands reached out towards him and she silently thanked him as he held it out for her. Her fingers traced over his arm delicately, her face masking her awe quite horribly. She had seen glimpses and pieces of this in Sona's memories, but she had never got such a good look at the thing until now.

"How did this happen?" Syndra asked softly. For some reason she had felt something faintly familiar. It's almost as if-

Suddenly Bruce's arm glowed a fierce purple before ultimately breaking apart into many small pieces, at least the lower half. A purple outline of his arm appeared or was it his actual arm? The man really wouldn't know as he was too busy trying not to phreak out at the moment.

"Ummm Syndra?" Bruce asked fearfully as he watched pieces of his arm float around them.

Syndra didn't answer him, gently poking a couple of shards experimentally. She jumped back a bit in shock before laughing gently as they started to float around her. Syndra couldn't help but find them fascinating, they reminded her so much of her-

Her orbs.

Syndra quietly mouthed an "O" as she finally figured out why it felt so familiar. It was a part of her. Something must have happened after the…intimate dream they shared together. Her chained power must have somehow found release by seeping into Bruce's being. She couldn't help but feel regret as she had ultimately forced this awkward mutation upon him.

"You know what's wrong with me Syndra?" the man asked softly, effectively snapping the woman out of her own pondering state. He could tell she knew something and he wanted to know what.

Before Syndra could reply all of Bruce's shard's formed around Syndra's lower right arm, forming a purple stone-like in texture gauntlet. It pulsed a fierce purple for a few brief moments before ultimately dimming into a soft purple.

Syndra couldn't put into words the sensation that flowed through her at the moment. The power she felt was intoxicating in every sense of the word due to the fact that it felt exactly like Bruce himself was a part of her.

"Syndra are you ok?" the man asked, but it fell on deaf ears as Syndra flexed one of her fingers. She had to flex her powers, if only a little bit.

Immediately an orb appeared, but this one was like none before it. It was twice the size of Syndra's normal spheres, a razor-like edge of energy encircling it. It was mystifying, if only for a moment before it lunged forward, cutting through the wall like butter.

"Syndra!" Bruce yelled, looking back between a bemused looking Syndra and the ball of destruction that floated between a bunch of summoners in the hallway.

"Did u see that!?" Syndra asked excitedly before questioning while Bruce was covering her with his summoners coat.

Oh.

She quickly teleported them away from everyone, particularly her bedroom. She wasn't as embarrassed as Bruce was, but then again there was very little things that embarrassed her anymore.

As soon as Bruce realized where they were he sighed in relief. Before he could utter a "thank you" he felt Syndra's touch upon his right cheek, silently tugging him towards her. He gasped a little when her lips fell upon him, her tongue practically demanding entrance to which he obliged out of surprise. He let himself be dominated by her, his back now somehow finding its way to the comfort of the soft bed. Like the naughty woman that she was her hand started to travel south down his white undershirt, stopping just above his waist. As much as he wanted this little session to continue he simply couldn't. Surprising him a little bit, Syndra pulled away, lips and all.

"Just take that as my little thank you for the fun," she laughed before licking her lips. She wanted more, and soon she would but for now she would simply have to wait.

But that didn't mean she couldn't have a bit of fun.

"Syndra," Bruce grumbled, a mix of irritation and lust. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want more, but he really needed to check on Sona's room. They had left it a complete mess and he'd be damn if he left it like that.

"What? It isn't my fault that u gave me a stupid amount of power," Syndra giggled girlishly, not taking the situation seriously at all.

"Syndra. Give me back my arm and teleport me back to Sona's room. Now," Bruce demanded. He eyed her as she giggled a honey sweet laugh as she seemingly wasn't taking him seriously. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't pissing him off at the moment.

"Syndra."

The woman sighed before flickering her hand, the shards floating towards their original owner before they shifted back into the man's arm perfectly. She would miss that feeling of raw power, but something told her that it wouldn't be the last.

Nor would she allow it be the last.

"Are u mad at me Brucey-poo?" the way she asked was nothing short of childish as she stretched out on the non-occupied space left by Bruce.

"You could have killed someone Syndra," the man answered solemnly, locking his gaze with hers.

Syndra closed her eyes and hummed in thought, two black spheres orbiting her slowly as she did. Silence filled the space between them for moments before she finally spoke.

"Does it matter?"

Bruce went wide-eyed as his girlfriend had asked so honestly, like the subject didn't matter at all.

"What do you mean? Of course it matters it's someone's life!" he nearly yelled, trying horribly to mask his anger.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you Bruce," Syndra began darkly, "but outside of you and Sona, everyone could all die for all I care."

"Syndra…" Bruce asked softly. He could feel anger and hate roll off of Syndra, and it honestly scared him. He tried to step towards her but her spheres stopped threateningly close to him.

"I wouldn't Bruce, for both our sakes," Syndra threatened sadly.

The man laid his arms at rest to his sides, watching silently as his love willed a portal next to him. From the corner of his eyes he could see Sona's bed but little else.

"Leave me Bruce, I wish to be alone," Syndra commanded before turning her back towards Bruce, effectively ending the conversation.

"Syndra," he called out, but no response. He felt the anger from earlier manifest itself once more as he was being poked in the back by one of her orb. He knew he didn't have much time so he spoke to her once more.

"Every life is precious Syndra, as yours is to me."

He waited for a response but was rewarded with none. He took a deep breath before whispering something underneath his breath and walking through the portal, effectively leaving the woman alone.

Syndra let out a breath that seemed as if she had been holding for hours before growling in self-frustration. He didn't know. He didn't know all the pain and suffering she had to endure just because of her powers. She may have been in the wrong by a general standpoint, but for all she cared everyone could die a million times over. All she cared about was Sona and him, and that's all she needed. Everyone else be damned.

"Every life is precious, as yours is to me."

The words rang through her head like a broken record. If only he could know how wrong he was. The whole entirety of the summoners in the institute of war couldn't even begin to measure to the equivalent of his. They were all detestable, despicable placeholders of monsters. They all deserved to die for what they did to her! They were no better than the monsters they caged, they were no better than her! She was- is a god and their all trash waiting to be taken out!

Syndra blinked twice, looking around her room to find her orbs burrowing into the walls slightly. She took a deep breath, willing herself and her powers to calm down. She can't believe she had got this bothered by this. She shook her head sadly before wrapping the blanket around her. Maybe she had overreacted a little bit, but she was just being honest.

Wasn't she?

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Bruce stepped through the portal with disbelief. The room that was in shambles only moments ago but now it looked completely brand new, like Syndra's wild display of power never happened.

Syndra.

The thought of the woman reminded him of the events from earlier. He had never seen so much anger from her since her last episode with the cooking incident but even then. He silently hoped that would be the last, but he wasn't so stupid as to believe that would be the last. Despite all of his doubts he still stuck with her out of sheer devotional love. He also didn't' forget about how mistreated Syndra was based on the various rumors he heard, but he sure as hell wouldn't let that dictate the way she viewed everything. So deep in his thoughts he didn't even realize the maven of strings behind him until he felt hands wrap around his waist and her chin against his shoulder.

"Hey Bruce."

Bruce's breathed hitched for only a moment before he relaxed in the mavens Embrace. Unlike Syndra, Bruce experienced a different kind of sensation when he was with Sona. It was a feeling that he could only compare to serene. He placed his hands over hers and sighed in content. For only the briefest of moments, all his troubles seemed to disappear and all that mattered was the woman holding him. Of course, like all good things they must come to an end.

"I take it you and Syndra had a little fight?" Sona asked softly, her question being confirmed as Bruce's expression changed into that of hurt. Seeing he hurt made her feel somewhat hurt as well, she didn't want to see that ugly expression cross his face. She wanted to see that simple yet dazzling smile of his that always made her heart skip a beat.

"Yea, I guess you could say we did," he replied sadly as he looked away from Sona, not wanting her to see him so troubled but he kind of figured it was too late anyway.

Sona tugged him with her, gently guiding him to her bed before gesturing him to sit down. After he sat on the bed she gestured for him to wait before she walked to her kitchen. She shuffled around in her fridge before whipping out two green boxes and reappearing in the room. When she reentered she was met with a curious looking Bruce.

"Sona what are those?" he asked as she placed one in his lap before plopping down next to him on her bed.

"Apple juice, straight from Ionia herself," Sona giggled cutely as she stuck the straw in. she quirked an eyebrow in Bruce's direction before asking, "What? A girl can't drink apple juice from a box?"

Bruce couldn't help but chuckle a little from her joke before also taking a sip of his. He was a little surprised to find that the apple juice tasted quite delicious.

"So what happened with your arm? Did it have something to do with my room getting demolished?" Sona asked curiously, eyeing his arm with equal curiosity.

"Yea I think Syndra has something to do with this," Bruce replied slowly, eyeing his arm as well as he still didn't know what the hell it mutated into. He wondered if the same thing that happened with Syndra could happen with Sona.

"Can I touch it?"

"Of course Sona," he answered with missing a beat, stretching out his arm so that she could do whatever she wanted.

She traced his arm, reveling in the deceptively smooth texture of it. Her index finger delicately grazed his, the former giggling a bit at the sensation she felt. If she had to compare it, it would be the feeling you get when you touched something hot But unlike everything related to the subject Bruce's was special, it felt very hot but she somehow knew that she wouldn't get burnt.

"So what exactly happened that caused my room to have to be rebuilt?" Sona asked curiously as she continued trailing her fingers across limb. She had received a note on her coffee table that it had been rebuilt by Zilean. The note had also explained that Syndra and an unknown Summoner were to blame.

"I don't know exactly to be honest. Syndra was messing with it and the next thing I know my arm broke apart and formed a gauntlet around hers. It fit her perfectly Sona, it was like the dam thing was made for her."

"Your arm broke apart?" Sona asked in disbelief, quirking a brow as he nodded.

As luck would have it, Bruce's arm broke apart yet again before encircling the two, the exception this time being that the shards were glowing a soft blue.

"Dammit this is-

"Beautiful," Sona finished in awe, simply marveling at the little display before her. They all flowed so gently around her and they all glowed so gorgeously that she could have sat there for hours just watching. Feeling the overwhelming need to touch them, she gently reached out and poked one.

Instantly the shards converged on her right hand, forming around each of her fingers, creating talon-like blue set of digits. They each glowed a fierce blue before dimming in light and emitting a low hum.

"Ummm Bruce? What did u do?"

"Don't ask me! I don't know what the hell this thing even is!"

The woman looked at her hand in slight fear, flexing each finger experimentally to make sure she was alright. Suddenly Sona felt powerful, like really powerful for some reason. It was frightening and also exciting because she never felt power like this unless she was holding her Etwahl.

As soon as she thought of the instrument it appeared before them, its form glowing the same light blue as Sona's talon-like digits

"Sona…your making that happen right?" Bruce was a little afraid at this point. He didn't know what was going on but if it followed anything like the events before…

"I've never been able to just summon it directly with me like that before," Sona commented in wonder. "Before now whenever I need it would take a couple of minutes to come to me but I just thought of it and it happened instantly just then." She reached out and plucked the instrument out of the air and was immediately met with a wave of power washing over her, putting the earlier sensation to shame. The best part of it all was that the power wrapping around her made her feel as if Bruce himself was a part of her.

Oh no. Bruce knew where this was leading and he had to stop it.

"Sona whatever you do don't use your powers. This is the same thing that Happened with Syndra." His nerves were on edge as his warning seemed to go straight through Sona. He prepared for the worst, closing his eyes and shielding himself as Sona plucked a string.

And then it happened.

Beautiful music ranged through the man's ears, seemingly easing through his very being and putting him in a high state of bliss. He hadn't felt this good since…since he didn't know how long but he didn't care. The only thing that he even acknowledged was the maven of strings before him playing her simply addicting music.

Sona was simply having a blast. This had been the most dazzling song she had ever played, and she had just been improvising! She had long since closed her eyes, her soul feeling every note, every pitch, and every pluck of her Etwahl. It was like her and her instrument were one being, one unified force of beautiful and exotic harming. This feeling that she had made her feel simply amazing. She could only imagine the look on Bruce's face. She opened her eyes and almost yelped in surprise.

Her room was filled with to the brim with all sorts of people, champions and summoners alike standing before her with empty eyes and dizzy smiles.

"Bruce." She was honestly scared at the moment. She just wanted all of them to go away.

Surprising the woman all of the zombie-like looking group of people that were in her room left with a close of her door, the only one remaining in her room besides herself was Bruce. Much to her own shock he too had the same empty look as the rest of them.

"How had this happened?" The woman thought worryingly, looking around for an answer before finally turning looking towards her instrument. "Did I do this? Oh no, this is probably what Bruce was trying to warn me about."

The woman growled in frustration before quickly concluding that if she got herself-and everyone else- in this mess then she could get herself out of it.

"Ok think Sona. How do I fix this?" she scratched her chin in thought, before her eyes went wide at the sight of the talon-like armor dressing her fingers. "I'm so stupid," she thought before setting her instrument to the side and holding up her right hand. She tried to forcefully take the armor off of her fingers but they wouldn't budge. After about five minutes of continuously straining to take them off she sighed in defeat. A simply silly idea popped up in her head, one that definitely wouldn't work.

"Off," she commanded to her hand, laughing sadly to herself as it didn't budge. Of course it-

Quick as lightening, all of the armor distergrated off of her fingers before returning into floating shards and rebuilding themselves into Bruce's arm. Sona face-palmed as Bruce seemed too seemed to return to normal, his eyes looking anything but empty now.

"Oh man what the hell just happened? I feel like I just woke up." Bruce shook his head before eyeing a nervous looking Sona. Sonnaa."

The two were interrupted as they heard numerous voices outside of Sona's room. Bruce quirked an eyebrow in her direction before opening the door and taking in the sight before him. A large crowd of people were weirdly standing around shaking their heads, some of them in less than appropriate clothing for public appearances. He closed the door quickly before turning towards a Sona who was twirling her fingers around nervously.

"What the hell happened Sona?" the last thing he remembered was Sona touching his arm, he couldn't for the life of him remember anything else.

So albeit nervously Sona explained what exactly happened. When she had finished she was met with a perplexed looking Bruce as he was simply staring at his arm.

"I think we should go see Akali," he whispered after a few moments.

Sona agreed whole-heartedly before gesturing for him to wait.

"Can u give me twenty minutes? I had actually just came back from a few matches so I kind of want to freshen up."

"Of course Sona, I'll be right here," he replied as he took a seat on her bed.

Sona quickly disappeared into the bathroom before popping her head out.

"No peeking," she demanded before closing the door again.

Bruce shook his head, trying to rid himself of the cropping dirty thoughts that were forming in his head.

"Knock, knock."

Bruce quirked a brow as he made another set of knocks echoed through the room. He quickly made his way to the door, silently hoping that no one had figured out the slight commotion was caused by them. He was pleasantly relieved and surprised to find Fiora on the other side of the door.

Oh wait.

Fioraaaa," Bruce greeted nervously with an equally nervous smile.

"Listen Bruce. I need your help," Fiora began begrudgingly, as if every word was painful. She sighed before looking away with a blush on her face and asking," I need you to pretend to be my fiancé."