Wrap your roots all around my bones.

“Frej is many things,” she starts. “He’s not the brightest. He’s naive, he’s gullible… but I don’t believe there’s anybody as kind as Frej, and I’ve been around for quite some time!

I’d like to think that I could do anything for my home, no matter what becomes of me or anybody who would stand in my way. In the company of Frej, it’s not quite so simple. The way he just radiates hope and innocence, I can’t help but to think twice. I’d hate for him to see the side of me that is selfish, inconsiderate, hateful… I couldn’t stand the thought of hurting him.”

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Nea had barely noticed herself, but as the hours had passed her fine handwriting had turned into a near incomprehensible, furious scribbling. Page after page pushed to the side as she wrote letters and theoretics. She was eager to present them, but the recipient in question was by far one of the most dense individuals she had ever had the misfortune to meet. An arrogant fellow, completely ignorant of the origin of things. How he was allowed his position in the Noxian community of magic baffled her, and that she needed his approval to study a Shuriman artefact… Dear god.

It all came to a halt as she was brought back to the present by Vladimir. She leaned back against him, closing her eyes as she let out a heavy sigh. He was right. At the very least she could afford herself a break. Translating centuries of study into idiot was exhausting, and all the more so when the listener made habit of turning a deaf ear to logic.

“I can never allow myself to fall in love with a mortal.” Nea held on to this promise for dear life, hoping to preserve herself through the hardships she had tasked herself with.

When they first met she was at his mercy, but she laughed that superior laugh that only an immortal looking down on a mortal could do. It should have ended there but he let her off that night, realizing that killing her would do nothing. Instead he travelled with her, stubborn to find a way to end her.They didn’t get along at first. The way Lewis saw her irked Nea, but slowly their conversations grew less hostile. Soon enough, he’d even find that they shared the same view on immortality. Somebody who wasn’t born an immortal would only be torn asunder by the burden, and little by little their humanity would erode away. Not long after, she made him a promise. She promised her that once her home was freed, she’d return to him so that he could put her to rest for good.From that point on, they’d only grow fonder of one another. She started to feel like a mortal in his company, like a living person. As an immortal, she might as well have been dead already. When time and death no longer means anything, then neither does life and she had not been holding on to life for a long time.