Anne sighed and leaned back in her bed, she just got out of the shower clad in nothing but a towel. She could still remember those dark amber eyes that burned holes into her skin, not even the chill of the shower shook the heat of that memory from her mind.
That pair of eyes with sclera so white they almost glowed, and those pitch black irises that seemed to burn me. It was near animalistic except for the fact they belonged to a woman. It was like she was devouring me through the window, like she was looking me over so deeply and so intensely.
Anne huffed and rolled over in bed, feeling unbearably warm despite the water running down her neck. A true Noxian. One in the flesh, beautiful flesh at that. It was no longer a story from thirty years ago, she saw proof. Actual irrefutable proof. The dark skin that was different from her own light golden hue, that woman's hair was glossy instead of frizzy and dry. She wanted to see her again, but alas, a glass wall split them for good. Anne flipped off the lights and sighed into her pillow, wishing she could get those haunting eyes out of her head while she drifted off to sleep.
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She had spent the whole week thinking about the woman, so she vowed to go to The Wall, alone this time, to leave a sign. She drove her car all the way down the hour long expanse of Road 51 and sped up as she could see the border in sight. She slammed on the braked until the tires screeched to a halt and she jumped out of the car, running over with baited breath to The Wall. After a cursory glance she saw no one was there, so she pulled out her pad of paper and wrote a note.
"Dear Noxians who find this,
I am a Luxian who was at this place a week ago, I found a Noxian woman here and I wish to meet more Noxians, or the same woman I saw here. We do not know if you have technology or not but, if you have a form of connection please find my contacts here. I have what's called an email and a phone number.
- Anne, a Luxian."
She sighed and pulled the tape roll from her backpack, ripping strips off with her teeth to plaster the note to the wall. She had even brought camping supplies with her, nobody went to The Wall so she assumed it would be fine. Anne checked the clock and set up her portable pot and a foldable chair, looking at the glass expectantly. The hours passed by and she nearly fell asleep in the chair until she heard a faint hollow sound. She whipped her head around and saw a hand pressed flat on the glass, next to the note. Anne stood up so fast she nearly fell over, walking to the window cautiously. She took a look at who was behind the wall and saw a woman, glossy black hair and reddish amber eyes.
"Can you hear me? Understand me?" Anne called through the glass cautiously.
She looked expectantly as the Noxian blinked at her with trepidation, watching as her mouth widened into a shout.
"I can hear you. Understand you. Are you Anne?"
"Yes! Yes, I'm Anne! Who are you?"
"Erika. Why are you looking for Noxians?" She shouted.
"Why were you at The Wall a week ago?" Anne retorted.
Anne looked at her even more intensely, trying to study all her features. Smooth skin, looked to be a little taller than her and a bit more filled out. Curvaceous and either slightly muscular or slightly chubby, her figure was somewhat hidden by a green and white sweater. Anne looked down at her own body, gangly and dressed in wrinkled clothes.
Shes so pretty... Does she think I look weird?
"Do you have phones? Technology? Like this-" Anne held her phone up to the glass, swiping through apps to show it's function. "This is a phone, these are apps."
