Do not misunderstand. ㅤㅤYou still have your legs solely due to the pointlessness of beinging any effort on erasing your existence.

Who gave him catnip.

... Fuck sake—

A mere spectator for the time being. The divine bear would idle on a shore nearby as his beloved would cleanse away the grit from his hardworking frame. ㅤㅤTo many, a stale sight. To Volibear, it was a scene he'd love to watch everyday.

“ Do not fret. I am only contemplating the gift that fate brought me. ” ㅤㅤAn unusual, peaceful smile spread over the bear's features, those dimly glowing cyan eyes meeting the ever so precious lion's only own. Such slender features, lines only befitting to be claimed by a god

The objectifying retort was enough to make him wince lowly, though immediately, it faded into that smile upon being invited. An earnest chuckle follows the bear's slumping approach, instinct telling him to embrace his beloved trophy from behind. ㅤㅤ“ There. Better? ”

“ I'm glad to hear it. ” ㅤㅤAs soon his brands began to respond, the Freljördian deity can't help but press his clawed nails over the scarred spots. A faint zap responded to his caressing. ㅤㅤ“ You look splendid today, Rengar. Even more than usual. ”

“ Perhaps so. ” ㅤㅤThen hopefully he'll also excuse the deity's handsy approach. His gruff hands would eventually land on each of Rengar's ever so wide, supple legs before giving them a gentle grope, followed by a simple bounce caused by his fingers. ㅤㅤ“ Perfect. . . ”