We Are Timeless.

http://askmalz.tumblr.com/

So I just stumbled across this blog, and I think the portrayal of Malzahar is awesome (he’s my favourite champion), plus the artwork of course.

I made this little thing a couple of weeks ago to use as a sample for my pixel art, but I didn’t really end up using it for anything in particular… is it okay if I gave it to you?

Kassadin turned back away, “What are you doing here anyways, prophet?”

Raising his hand, he would rest it atop her own, staring lovingly into those beautiful violet eyes he had come to adore. They were filled with such warmth, such loving adoration, that he swore he felt his own heartbeat quicken. It was still odd to him, to be the single object of someone’s affection - but… her loving gaze was definitely something he could never get enough of.

Jezebel’s warm breath tickled his lips as she whispered, drawing a quiet chuckle from Malzahar. “As have I…”

Leaning in, he closed the distance between the two of them, capturing her lips with his own in order to savor the taste that had been lost to him for so long. The sweet, but slightly bitter taste that he had grown to love. However, the kiss had lasted for merely a moment before he pulled back ever so slightly, staring down at her with half-lidded eyes.

Or perhaps.. it was his own loneliness that drove him back to this place?  What an amazing coincidence it might have been for them both to be rejoined at the same place, at the same time of morning, that they had originally met, right on the verge of the endless deserts and the terrifying void lands known as Icathia.

The second.. not even that, before his lips even got close, the sense of his breath against her own would ignite the spark she had pushed down to continue her work for the Isles.  That loneliness that had kept it at bay, vanished, sending a flame burning brightly through her body and into the kiss that would quickly be met with such relentless passion.  She turns slowly to face him, wrapping her arm around him as she meticulously balanced atop the old, wooden pole.  Her fingers brushing into the edges of his cloak to cup over his ear and rest her fingers in his dark hair.

The kiss was broken, and Jezebel would take this opportunity to turn completely towards him, drawing her arms around his shoulders as her lips hover so near to his own with a constant, eager desire nagging at her heart and soul.

How she missed those adorable little voidlings.  The mention of them causes her to smile, lifting her hand to cup his cheek with her thumb trailing across his lips, “I want to go home.” she says in a soft whisper, meeting his loving gaze with one of her own.  Jezebel moves in again, pulling him into another kiss, longing to be this close to him as if she could never possibly get enough.  Her form would lean in against his gently, drawing back to whisper, “..let’s go home, Malzahar.." letting his name roll off her tongue with a deep sense of love for the man.

Let’s go home together…

Perhaps that's what made this moment all the more memorable to him.

As she drew close to him, and he felt her form press against his, it earned a quiet hum of content. Malzahar made sure to hold her close, wrapping his arms around her back and pressing his hands firm against her shoulderblade, followed by the small of her back. Even as he leaned back, pulling her into the vast open sky, his head was still lowered to stare at her, admiring in silence.

"Then... we shall go." Malzahar remarked in a cheerful tone, the Void essence nearly completely drained from his voice for the time being, allowing his mortal-tone to leak through. "Together."

A single portal, just large enough to carry the two of them opened below, and Malzahar allowed himself to drop. With Jezebel in his arms, he held her close, falling down through the sky as the wind whipped around them. He was in absolute control, and although this might have seemed dangerous to onlookers, there was nothing to fear. So long as he held her in his arms, safety was the prime notion that ran through his mind.

Soon, they had fallen through, and in an instant, had landed on the soft couch in the living room of Malzahar's desert home. The prophet would give a light chuckle, raising his hand up to Jezebel's head to very lightly play with some of the loose strands of her hair. They'd only just arrived, but he was already in a complete state of peace.

Jezebel looks towards the rising sun over the edges of Icathia, atop the very same pole she had first met the Prophet on.  Her gaze instead of being cold, was filled with a sense of sadness.

Though they had been separated for so long… he knew why; her duties were important, and it was equally important to allow her to stray from home and take as much time as she needed away from him.

She could stand here forever, taking in the warmth from his body and the sensation of his heart beating against her own.  Jezebel, for the first time, felt whole again.  She doesn’t turn to face him, drawing her hands up to caress his arms with the gentlest of touches.  Her breath.. The first breath it felt like, trembles ever so slightly.

How she missed this… How she.. longed to feel him this close again.

"Immeasurably." she replies in a softened tone, feeling the edges of her lips tugging up into the faintest of smiles.  It had been ages since she smiled, too.. He really had such a tremendous impact on her.

Raising his hand, he would rest it atop her own, staring lovingly into those beautiful violet eyes he had come to adore. They were filled with such warmth, such loving adoration, that he swore he felt his own heartbeat quicken. It was still odd to him, to be the single object of someone's affection - but... her loving gaze was definitely something he could never get enough of.

Jezebel's warm breath tickled his lips as she whispered, drawing a quiet chuckle from Malzahar. "As have I..."

Leaning in, he closed the distance between the two of them, capturing her lips with his own in order to savor the taste that had been lost to him for so long. The sweet, but slightly bitter taste that he had grown to love. However, the kiss had lasted for merely a moment before he pulled back ever so slightly, staring down at her with half-lidded eyes.

Jezebel looks towards the rising sun over the edges of Icathia, atop the very same pole she had first met the Prophet on.  Her gaze instead of being cold, was filled with a sense of sadness.

Though they had been separated for so long... he knew why; her duties were important, and it was equally important to allow her to stray from home and take as much time as she needed away from him.