A Date Between Mordekaiser and Graves by nyshoxthe1, literature
A Date Between Mordekaiser and Graves
A Date between Mordekaiser and Graves
I arranged the table, the chairs and the candle. One big chair for Morde and a normal chair for Graves. After covering the table with a red cloth, I lit up the candle with my etwahl, or as Gragas called it, "the flying piano". That fat man was lucky that I couldn't speak and so I smiled and filled a jug of his wine while he laughed.
"Where should I place the jug though?" I thought.
Morde couldn't really drink. But if I put it next to Graves' seat, it would feel unfair. As I judged the jug, Graves arrived.
"Hello Sona, I can smell the fizzles in your drink."
Graves was wearing a tuxedo with a red shir