P R O D I G A L

Ezreal was winded. It was starting to feel like he got into a fight - or in this case, just mercilessly picked on - everytime he was in Noxus. He clutched his stomach, stumbling down the street, trying to catch his breath. A large amount of blood was trickling from his nose, running over his upper lip and staining his teeth. "Bastards." He sighed to himself, wiping his bloody nose on his sleeve, which only proved to smear the crimson liquid across his face even more.

At this point, he just wanted to leave. The entire atmosphere of Noxus was nauseating, and everybody here was just so much taller, built, and able to fuck up anybody in an instant - including the women. He hated it more than anything, and regretted choosing this as one of the stops on the way in his current adventure - he should have known better.

He had been all around the world, but there were few places that unsettled him as much as Zaun. You never knew who or what was going to come around the corner, and if it wasn't for his assignment to gather intel on the stolen Piltovian clockhand, he would be avoiding a visit here for as long as possible. As he made his way down the cracked pavement, he winced in disgust as something green and gooey began to run down the side of the kerb, eventually draining off into the gutter.

He stopped for a second, lifting his foot so he could inspect whether he had stepped in any of the unidentified substance. Frowning, he regained his balance, shaking his head. They don't pay me enough for this shit.

Looking around in an attempt to regain his bearings, it was in that moment that he noticed something all too familiar - a white haired boy was walking down the opposite side of the road, with the clock hand slung over his back, like a weapon of some kind. Too easy, I'm almost finished with this assignment, and it's not even lunch yet.

Debris was raining from above, a thunderous explosion lighting up the Piltovarian night sky. The shockwave shattered windows across the city, and civilians were beginning to run into the streets, evacuating buildings. Ezreal had jetted out of the fire escape, gripping the metallic handrail as he manouvered the stairway, bursting out of the silver gate at the bottom. He came to a halt in the middle of the road, eyes filled with horror as he watched his city come under attack - again.

Traffic had stopped, and sirens were blaring and alarms had been set off. The usually calm, collected city of progress had been thrown into utter chaos and dismay. Taking off running in the direction of the blast, the explorer felt it was his duty to help save everyone and everything he cared about. He kept running, until he reached the police corden. They refused to let him pass, even when he shouted until veins were visible in his neck.

Frustrated and unable to rationalise, he decided he would find another way to reach the collapsing building. He knew for a fact there were people in there who needed saving, and he had to get to them. Turning off into a small backstreet, it was there that he laid eyes upon a lethally thin, blue haired woman. She was smiling, the fire lighting up her manic features, admiring her work. Ezreal felt sick to his stomach.

The sun was setting over the Ionian horizon, painting the sky with the most gentle orange and pink hues. The explorer's entire body was aching, chest rising and falling heavily and audibly as he struggled to catch his breath. It had been quite the trek, but no physical toll was enough to wipe the smile from his dirt streaked face, as he pushed aside branches with heavy hands. I finally made it.

Pushing the last of the leaves from his path, Ezreal came to a standstill, taking in what lay before him in the clearing. There was a great, empty space, with gaping holes where foundations once lay - as if somebody had really just ripped an entire building from the ground by force. Wandering forward, he glanced up, but could see nothing as far as the eye would see; nothing but calm, clear skies.

He had heard stories from the locals, involving a woman who murdered her mentor in cold blood, and rose her temple off into the skies to call her own, and that was the kind of story that got his curiousity burning dangerously. It had taken him two weeks to finally find the spot, and he still wasn't quite sure if he believed it. Local legend, perhaps?

As he stepped forward, his boots sunk into the mood with each step, but he wasn't taking any notice. Reaching the apparent ghost of a temple, he knelt down, knees in the mud, and began to touch the soil. It was so undisturbed.

The brittle sound of twigs snapping under pressure caused him to raise an eyebrow, wielding his gauntlet arm behind him before turning around - somebody was coming.

starter call!

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He hasn't had much of a chance to learn any of Sona's secrets, being that my Ez has never acted with a Sona yet (even after a year of having this blog!) but there are certainly a few things about her that intrigue him.

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He thought that it’d be nice, to write straight to the point. Like an engineer. Like home. We don’t always have to be long-winded. And now, reading the response, he feels strangely comforted.

A pen is lying haphazardly on the desk. He takes it to write a reply - and smiles as he remembers the (probably just a little bit twitchy) face of the explorer.

“Yo,

Not much’s happening here - tests, grants and more ad campaigns. The usual. You haven’t actually talked much about the stars lately - more about expeditions on the ground, solid artifacts. I was getting alarmed. Do you want us to pick you up at the Gate when you return? Before you complain, we could just go out incognito for some good drinks and a quick escape. You could lead the way.”

"Well the weather hasn't been brilliant. Been a little hard to see the sky, from certain places." He scrawled, biting his lip with amusement. It was always so comforting to recieve word from Jayce, and he had a big fondness of the way that the engineer picked up on the smallest of things, such as the fact that he hadn't talked about one of his favourite things in the world in quite some time.

"Don't worry, I'll catch you up on all sky related shit thats been happening where I've walked, as soon as I get home, which is tomorrow, by the way. I'll be offended if you're not there at the gate, forcing me to postpone my bragging to everyone by however long it takes to down a drink. Or you know, a few drinks."

As soon as he sent the letter off for Piltover, the explorer had already packed his things, and was ready to race the letter there. He set off, the sun warming his neck.

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He watched her as she spoke about her day, as she always did after returning home. His optics followed her hands as she moved them, but he wasn't listening to a word she said. Her voice was sweet and angelic, soothing his restless mind, but it faded into the background everytime he looked at her.

"Are you even listening, Ezreal?"

That was the one sentence that he did hear. His eyes were fixiated on her, and he didn't answer. Instead, he pushed the chair out from under him, quickly stepping around the table, taking her face between his hands. Still without a word, he pressed his lips against hers, taking her bottom lip between his and kissing her deeply. Forcefully, he pushed her backwards, slamming her tiny frame against the wall, hands moving down her body, and then up her shirt. He just wanted to feel her skin against his own.

Breaking away from her for a second, his breathing was heavy and his eyes wide with excitement.

It was widely known by most people who considered themselves an acquaintance of the explorer, that his love for the city of progress was impossible to surpass, no matter how many exotic lands he conquered. However, a little less widely known, was his appreciation and love of Demacia. With its grand, magnificent architecture, and the unmistakable feeling of travelling back to another era during its visit, he couldn't hide his excitement as he stepped onto the pristine streets, a smile spreading from ear to ear.

This trip was more of a luxury than anything else, and as his heavy boots thudded against the limestone paving, his eyes took in all of the familiar establishments, wondering where he would induldge himself today.

Coming to a halt outside of an exquisite hall, which he had never visited before, the sound of pleasant music surrounded him, enchanting him to step inside and get the full experience. The hall was lavish with reds and golds, and there were a sizeable group of people sitting, sipping wine and enjoying the sounds. He was totally aware that he didn't fit in with this crowd, but that was exciting in a small way.

Eyes fell upon the musician, as she played an etwahl, delicate fingers plucking at the strings with what appeared to be such ease. It was mesmerising to watch her work, and it was in that moment that the explorer knew that he wanted to know her story. The long gown, flowing hair and petite features reminded him of a princess, and talent like this was too good not to be shared with the world.

If he couldn't get a story, a name would suffice.