#bladesreflection

[glaciaterx]

Surrender

Whether it was the additional limitations in this place, or merely the length of the evening she had yet to decide, but perhaps the Ice Witch had drank more than she may have intended. The former would only be natural of course, being irresponsible? Out of the question. 

Probably.

An idea had bloomed in her mind and there was no shaking it. It would make her laugh, and she was starting to get bored. So after hunting down the appropriate equipment and ensuring the intended target was correctly in place, she was ready.

The museum housing the ball was not a small place, but in one room was the white haired woman with whom she'd become so fixated. It wasn't the largest room, but there was a fair assemblage of guests. And a short stage. In this room, the lights dimmed, and the music fell silent.

There was a wail of distant sirens, before a wailing guitar rift burst from the speakers

A thin spotlight illuminated a masked figure stood on the stage, microphone in hand. She raised her free hand, pointing into the crowd and directly at one woman in particular. A second light illuminated her, and the first brought the mic to her lips.

"I surrendeerrrrr!      To your heart babe-

Do anything, that you want me to do-"

Spinning on the stage as she let her cloak fall to the ground, she walked across the platform.

"Please be tendeerrrrah!-     I'm in your hands girl.

This is a feeling, III never kneeeew!" Hopping off the stage, she dropped down to ground level.

"You know I tried, to make it on my own      That's not the way it was meant to beee! Spend my time waiting by the phoOOne      Oh darling come baaack to meeee!"

Taking the brim of her hat in one hand, she plucked it from her head and tossed it into the air, spinning away with a flourish. She started walking towards the Exile.

"I surreeeender, I surreeender!     I'm giving up the role of preteeender!"

Closing in on Riven, so took one of the woman's hands, squeezing lightly as she leaned forward.

"Oh be teeender, girl be teeender!       Can't you feel the love that I send you I surrrrreeennnnndeerrrrr!!"

She withdrew and turned around, taking a few steps back towards the stage, before spinning around suddenly.

I remembeeerrrr!-      seems like a lifetime- Can't believe it's a matter of days!     -Since you left meee! I'm near to heartbreak- I want you so bad, don't turn awaaayyyy!      What does it take to stay by my side You know I'll do what you want me toooo!      Don't take awaaay this feeling inside- I'm still in love with yoouu!"

Once more she advanced on the woman, a wide smile visible below her mask.

"I surreeeender, I surreeender!     I'm giving up the role of preteeender!" I remeeember, I remeeeember!     Can't you feel the love that I send yoooouuuu!! I surrrrreeennnnndeerrrrr!!"

She took Riven's hand once again, pulling her into a circular dance in the centre of the room.

"I surreeeender, I surreeeender!        Darling now won't you be tendeeer! Surreeender, oh surreeenderr!     Feeeeel the love that I send yooouuuu I surrrrreeennnnndeerrrrr!!"

And as she wailed out the last few lyrics of the piece, the lights brightened and the normal ambience resumed. Just like that.

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[piltoverpowered-blog]

Who needs a map? [[Event 010/Team Allmid]]

ice-born, bladesreflection, leuchtender

Ezreal stumbled a little as the ground suddenly reformed underneath him, but he quickly recovered, glancing around at the unknown area in which he--along with Lux, Riven, and Lissandra, he noted--had been deposited. The three of them looked to be alright, but what were they doing here? And where was here?

Ezreal straightened up, trying to get a good look around. 'Trying to' being the key words; it was dark, and the cool, damp air gave Ezreal the feeling that they were underground. How far, he couldn't tell. There were lights, tiny strings of them embedded into the walls, but they only poked out of the stone on short occasions, providing nowhere near enough light to see properly.

Willing his amulet to glow, he raised his gauntlet above his head, getting a better look of where they were. It was a small room, maybe twenty feet across, with three hallways forming a T going in separate directions. The floor was loose dirt, and there were even some strange-looking mushrooms growing in places where the floor met the walls. The walls themselves were stone, fairly smooth but worn and chipped in places. Age alone wouldn't do that; there had to be someone--or something--else in this place. As for the ceiling, well, there wasn't one as far as Ezreal could see, only murky darkness above.

They weren't in any of the districts; Ezreal crossed that off his list of possibilities right away. This didn't look like any place he'd seen in the city before, a realization that was both worrying and exciting for the explorer. Sure, strange things going on meant the scientists were up to no good, but here was someplace new, and it looked like it was going to present a real challenge.

Ezreal turned his attention back to the group. Him, Lux, Riven, and Lissandra... Why them? He didn't mean that in a bad sense, but why had the four of them been dumped in the same area?

"You all alright?"

[glaciaterx]

bladesreflection

The Iceborn had both her hands on the counter, her phone directly in front of her. It was waiting for her, ready to recieve the message she'd informed was in coming, a light she couldn't see softly blinking on its surface. She was going to send a message, speak one out as had become her norm and let the device convert it to text.

But right now, that didn't feel right. And no matter how it felt, no message was coming to her. Instead, she picked up the mobile, and asked it to phone a certain contact.

It rings seemed to carry into eternity. Ice started to crawl from her fingers as she tapped them on the tabletop. Then the pick up.

"...Riven. I'm glad you answered. I trust you are still well? Things have been... Interesting here. I just wanted to ask you something..."

[glaciaterx]

Cheek~

Cheek:"I want to tell you I love you."/Deep affection/Devotion

"Ahh~ if it isn’t my wardancer."

Lissandra lifted her hand to the digits that brushed against her cheek, taking the Exile’s hand lightly in her own. 

"Sometimes I’m unsure if I deserve such devotion, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. You’ve helped me realise something I thought I’d lost, and I know with you by my side there’s little I can’t accomplish.

Your sentiment causes my heart to race, and know there is nothing in this city or any other that could keep me from you.”

[glaciaterx]

bladesreflection

"...But it's still raining."

Lissandra tilted her head and lifted her hand slightly, as if gesturing towards the rainfall made it any more obvious than it already was. 

"The seating here is sheltered enough, I would rather stay than venture out there. Besides..." A smile crept across her lips as she took Riven's hand "There's nothing I want that isn't right here." 

[glaciaterx]

± How many headcanons would one of these get me?

one pittance, to be distributed across twelve portions of one twelfth of a pittance.

Despite being the taller of the two, Lissandra likes to do a lot light leaning and resting of her hands on Riven. She knows it’s little to the Exile, and actually enjoys being able to do so without having to take too much care to avoid causing damage.

And being the one who particularly enjoys a drink between them, she wont ever let the opportunity slip to be carried somewhere. Far too inebriated, you see.

Ice skating is still a favourite activity when they’re out, and by now she’s really quite pleased with how Riven has improved. Let’s her really amp it up a bit.

They tried to go bowling once, but between maybe possibly frosting a lane and outright devastating it with bowling balls, it was advised they not return.

When they’re not out, Lissandra will almost always make the effort to go without her crown in Riven’s presence. She’ll leave it behind if they’re going out together, but sticks with a wider brimmed hat and shades.

Whenever they part, Lissandra always leaves a lightly frosted mark kissed onto her cheek. It doesn’t burn or sting, but won’t fade until the Exile wipes it away.

Riven is still under Andúril as a phone contact

Paradoxically, I think Liss has made Riven more of a warmer person? Around her, at least. 

[glaciaterx]

"So, what do you think?"

"How well am I pulling off these ears? And, why do you have some many pairs?"

[glaciaterx]

Floe Reflections ✵ [Event: Riven]

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What began in a sudden white blindness soon receded to a more modest shroud. Stark flecks rained down from a grey sky, whipped around by an occasional gust. All was frosted, but it was far from as cold as it would appear to be. 

Alone, standing on crystal plateau, was the Ice Witch. But she wasn't alone anymore, was she? No, someone had entered. On instinct she had been prepared to do what she could (if anything) to shut the individual out, her memories were her's alone, most of them secrets she had guarded for countless lifetimes.

And this memory, was old. This was a memory that predated civilisations that had rose and fall during her incredible lifespan, one that was relatively close to the start.

 But, this individual she had recognised right away, and it was likely she knew who's mind this was. Closing her out now might only cause... Complications. And that was all assuming she could master this mental realm in time. Lissandra was overlooking a large drop, without turning, she spoke.

"So you found your way in here? Quite questionable circumstances that are plaguing our fair city, hm?" There was a pause. "This is..." She turned around to face the Exile, extending a hand for her to take. "This is a memory, if you have not realised. One that took place before there was established records of time in Valoran. Shurima? That sun blasted landscape has yet to even come into existence." With Riven she turned back to the gaping overhang, a large icy plane below, leading towards a great pillar of a mountain.

"There are things you are going to see, that have not been witnessed by any other living member of Runeterra other than myself."

The shroud below them started to fade, and an enormous military host was revealed, taking up a large part of the plane, and all heading towards the mountain. Some halfway up its body, several titanic and glacial figures could be made out, even at this great distance.

"They're fighting." Even when she was preparing for it, it was hard to say. Words she had not spoken for millennia. Words and knowledge she had fought feverishly to eradicate from history. "The beings who made me as I am now. And I am fighting by their side." She tilted her head back towards Riven, squeezing her hand lightly. "Are you ready? You may want to take a tighter grip of your sword."