Love ((I kinda just love Riven okay))
Riven was never one to love, she used what she needed and then moved on. While in the Military she never got close to anyone. Well her soldiers were a family but that was all. From the streets all she knew was that love was a weakness that people exploited to gain power and kill. It was something that she had decided to never venture into and to stay away from.
She had travelled much of Runeterra, visiting swamps and battle grounds. It was a quiet life with not much excitement. After she had arrived at the league she kept to herself, rarely striking up conversations with other champions and only then she kept them short and to the point. Of course she did manage to keep eyes on champions and had recorded notes of what she thought they might be up to, always the planner and commander it seemed.
It was shortly after she had joined the league did she learn of one of the leagues champions, Malzahar had joined for reasons no one seemed to know. That itself intrigued the exile and it broke her routine of not really starting up conversations. It seemed that for once she might have to entertain a longer conversation.
Leaving her room in the institute she headed towards the main lobby. The champions were divided into males and females respectively. Wouldn’t want any sort of complications to occur of course. Other champions such as Anivia and fiddlesticks needed special lodging but most champs were content with their dwellings in the institute.
Riven stopped to ask a summoner where Malzahar’s room might be located. After she pointed out the location riven have her a quick thank you and walked down towards her destination. Once she reached it she composed herself and knocked twice in moderate succession. She then waited. Within a few moments the door opened and a man stood in the frame. His robes were a mixture of white gold and dark greys. It seemed that he preferred the colours of his homeland shurima. As she gazed at him she took in his features, all suited to that of a spell caster she noted. He raised a brow before speaking. “What can I help you with Exile?”
While riven had expected him to know of her to be addressed by her title was something she was not used to. She cleared her throat and held out a hand. “Well Malzahar I’d just like to ask a few questions about your reasoning to join the league..” She gazed at his eyes, which were a bit hard to focus into as they weren’t exactly eyes. “..If that would be alright?” She finished with her hand still held out waiting for it to be shaken. Malzahar seemed to glance behind Riven and out into the hallway for a moment before shaking her hand and gesturing her inside. “I suppose it wouldn’t be too invasive.”
As Riven entered she glanced around the room. It wasn’t very large as it was just a room in the institute but it had all the necessitys and anything that champions could really ask for. It seemed that he kept his room in an organized state with things where he could easily reach them. She took a seat in the small armchair that was in the middle of the room. Off to the right she could see a door to what she suspected was the bedroom. It seemed he really was a minimalist. He took a seat across from her and stated simply. “So what can I do for you?”
His voice was smooth and filled with a honey quality to it. She supposed that you could call it full of warmth though that could just be because he was from the desert regions. “Well… Why exactly did you come to the league. Other champions that I’ve spoken too have no idea.” Riven asked gesturing with her hands as she spoke, a habit that she had acquired from giving speeches in the military.
“Well…” He began obviously putting thought into how to approach the subject. “I supposed it started on the day I realized my place as a seer..” Malzahar went on to tell of his visions as the harbinger of the void and how he took the steps to prevent it and all the missteps as well. By the end of it Riven could feel a sense of familiarity in his actions. It was similar to why she had brought on her self imposed exile. However she decided that she had taken enough of his time. Standing she moved towards the door, opening it and letting herself out. “Thank you for the time Malzahar.” He simply bowed and returned her comment with one of his own. “Of course Riven, and please stop by any time, it was a pleasure to speak with you.” Riven nodded and turned away. She had enjoyed the visit herself and he was… kind and she could relate to him. She scratched the back of her head as she walked back to her room. She felt odd. She felt as though… she liked him?
