“Yank!” \o/
Riven’s breath caught as Irelia roughly pulled her into her lap. She did like Irelia, though not necessarily like that. She was definitely attractive though. Fine, she thought to herself, as she settled into the other female’s lap, resting her back against the Ionian’s chest. The corners of the exile’s lips lifted into a light smile, for some reason this made her rather happy.
@bladesurgesymphony
As Irelia started to walk again, she followed suit behind her and scanned the room, looking at a bunch of faces. She merely waited for the Ionian to respond to her question, her eyes came to rest on the back of her head once more, before she finally arrived at her seat and sat down.
She listened to Irelia, nearly agreeing with her even though she said herself her reasons were just like what Riven had said herself not too long ago. The Noxian raised her cup of cool water to her lips, taking a longer sip and, then set the cup down. “I see. That’s good that you don’t.” She muttered, biting her lip and sitting back on her chair, her eyes flicking to the stage upon seeing movement.
The theater lights dimmed once more, the show resuming as the actors came onto the stage, and she watched with full attention. "I'm not totally sure why you think that, but I suppose we'll see." She whispered to the Ionian.
