𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐄𝐘𝐄. it had nothing to do with altruism. knowledge was power, as much as she would have also professed that 𝙋𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝙋𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍 ; sivir was rarely caught unaware anymore. a younger version of her would have easily followed the desert breeze, waving away at aspects of care as she raced forward without a second thought - that version of her had 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍.
no joy escaped the burden of prophecy and the invasion of inclusion in the legacy of shurima. sivir was a champion of ignorance but she knew that not even she could escape the 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙.
seeing his face again was an unwelcome surprise. sivir wasn’t sure what he had been told, or what whispers had carried on through the savana, but the last thing she wanted to do was to have an in-depth discussion with the one man who was closest to having that virtue.
sivir inhaled deeply, e x h a l e signalled the lowering of a mask as she sauntered towards the bar and landed against the wood, elbow and elbow, beside him.
❛ the last time you drank that we got lost in the desert for three days. ❜
she paused and gestured to the barkeep. ❛ i’ll have what he’s having. ❜
altruism ... for John, it was something he’s known of for decades, but use to actively ignore and rarely give it a thought, until within this decade he began to express some budding sense of it towards others, much less himself. one could say the “Noxian” was re-learning some aspects of life all over again, or perhaps he was simply learning new things, period. and so many people who do know him for his real identity, or his multiply feigned ones would think he’s a reservoir for knowledge and trying his best to gaze into others perspectives; even if they were not the greatest people to be around, or consider allies.
his eyes catching the mercenary piqued his mind somewhat, in one way it was good see her, another way it was wary curiosity: what could possibly happen now between her and himself? the unknown always did make John very ... on edge if people really knew him past his confident façade. and now she was right beside him, the thud of her elbow, her words coming off initially patronizing and now amusing. a small smile rises and falls for a moment, glancing over at his mixed drink and then to Sivir.
“ i see you’ve worked on greeting people. --- you’re in one piece, too. good. ”
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