LoL Fanfic: Our Little Lonely Prince-Chapter 7After what seemed like hours, Veigar's headache finally managed to subside a little. It didn't seem to have any signs of going away completely, however.
He struggled to get up, leaning against the door to support himself. He reached in and pulled out the rest of his grapes, only five left. He considered eating them all; it might help him with his headache problem, but he wasn’t sure whether a few grapes would actually do any good.
Veigar decided to eat three of them instead, and pulled open the door.
After Veigar left, Amumu peeked out from a floating piece of floorboard. He had led him to a set of stairs. Amumu usually did this when he was pondering about which room to summon up for his guest.
Where should these stairs lead to? Amumu closed his eyes and focused hard. A memory of one of his visitors--Amumu wished he could call him a friend--filled his head: a kitchen, filled with delicious fragrances of bread and sweets. Yes, that would cheer up his fellow yordle.
The Writer's InkJonathan sat trembling in the dark. He stared at nothing, his eyes not penetrating the circle of blackness that surrounded him. A single lamp illuminated the round table he sat at, allowing him enough light to see the edges of it and nothing more. A tea pot and half-empty cup sat in the centre. With a trembling hand he reached toward it and took it towards his lips, not truly looking at it as he drank. He set the cup down on a plate. The cup rattled against it, the only sound save for the thunder that rumbled in the distance.
He heard a switch flick. Jonathan shut his eyes for a moment, temporarily blinded by the harshness of the light that filled the room. He opened them again to see a small, white kitchen. A single window and two doors broke the array of cabinets the covered the walls.
Standing in an open door was Chris, Jonathan’s friend and housemate. He had a hand on the light switch.
“John, what are you doing? It’s after midnight!” Chris asked.