Goodbye //Incoming feels? Qu Q
Through all the years that the League had given immortals and monsters power, the limit had finally been reached. It was considered that these non-mortals were now to powerful to be contained, too powerful to control. They were all being sent back to their home worlds, never again to step foot on Runeterra.
Sivir, lacking the knowledge or the will to get her age enchanted, had retired from the League at 48. She knew at the time she was getting to old to perform for the masses and to fight battles she didn’t give a shit about. She had no score to settle, no more bones to pick. She’d made enough money to fund the children of her bloodline several times over, should she ever decide to have them. The League, cold and unflinching as ever, didn’t care for all those who retired. They were only replaced with fresh blood…those willing to fight for the glory of their city-states, to earn acclaim and gold. She didn’t mind it getting replaced. She knew no other person could use the weapons they’d made to replicate her original, and that they’d be on display for those who wanted to see them. That’s all the notice she wanted.
But Sivir, now at age 65, had heard the news of Nasus’ expulsion of the League. She hadn’t seen or heard from him in a year or so, and she’d always assumed he was busy with the League or his work. She was devastated to find that they’d been keeping the Immortals locked away from the rest of civilization like animals until they were forcefully sent back to their homes. Sivir had made her way to the Institute, but she knew she had to power to stop anything from happening. With her retirement, she gave up all of her political leverage. This was the end, and the taste was like ashes in her mouth.
It felts like hours before on of the Summoners sent someone to bring her to her friend. On the way, She occasionally looked into rooms that held other champions. Morgana and Kayle, looking young, but haggard and rightfully furious. Kog’Maw, looking forlorn and hungry. She could barely see Nocturne, as his room was full of dark, swirling energy. The the end of the hall, in his room by himself, was Nasus. His fur was a little worse for wear, but otherwise he looks that same as the day she’d met him. Even with her approach, he did not look away from the window. It was true, that all of these people had become attached to Valoran. This was their home, and they were being ripped from it without any choice or agency. It broke her heart.
Sivir cleared her throat, and he finally looked up. If he’d had a tail, he would have been wagging it. He almost leapt from his seat, and crossed the room. Sivir turned to the guard and narrowed her eyes.
“Let me in that room.” She rasped. Nasus looked the same, but Sivir’s exposure to the sun had given her a handful of wrinkles. Her hair was no longer black, but salt and peppered gray. But even with age, she demanded obedience. The summoner protested, and before he could react, Sivir had him against the wall with a knife to his throat. Through stuttered words, he obliged.
The second the door was open Nasus pulled her into a hard hug, burying his muzzle into her hair. She grunted with his force.
“I’m not as young as I used to be, you big mutt.” She chuckled, and returned the hug, her cheek pressed against his chest.
“Don’t lie to me. I just watched you threaten to kill a man if he didn’t open a door for you. Your violent ways haven’t changed a bit.” These words were said affectionately rather than angrily, and he did release his grip on her slightly. He was mildly shocked to see that she had indeed aged. He knew that all mortals did, but Sivir had always seemed so strong and untouchable.
“Let me sit down a while. the journey took a bit out of me.” She walked over to the bench he’d been sitting on, and he sat down next to her. after several minutes of silence, he felt a shift. Her face changed in an instant.
“Why haven’t you tried to escape? You could have come and lived with me.” Her voice was under toned with a deep sorrow that was tangible.
“Having any of us escape would have caused a panic. Nobody wanted that. It’s for the best that we’re sent home.” He’d wrapped an arm around her side, and she leaned into him and sighed.
“I always knew the League was nothing but a bunch of corrupt, fear-mongering fools. They were playing a game they couldn’t possibly know the rules for, and now they’re blaming it on the ones that they kept here in the first place. It’s all pure bullshit.” Her voice raised in volume, quavering in anger. Nasus only squeezed her.
"It’s for the best, Sivir. We never really belonged here in the first place.”
“You’re a terrible liar.” Her voice shook more, and she looked up into his pupil-less eyes. “Shurima is your home. Valoran is your home.” Her jade eyes were starting to tear up, and it ripped his heart to shreds.
“It is my home. But I can’t stay here.” He was trying to be firm with her, but the tears threatening to spill down her tanned cheeks melted all of his resolve. Before she could speak again, he pulled her close and squeezed her. He could feel that she was crying, as her tears were soaking his fur. Sivir’s body shook gently with sobs that she was struggling to keep quiet.
It was so typical of her, to act strong in the face of something terrible. It was one of the things that he’d miss to most about her.
