#prodigall

this is really the first thing I see when I log into Ez huh?

unprompted. \ @prodigall

Ekko hated looking at people from Piltover, them and their SHINE and CURT mannerisms, the well tailored clothes that they would toss for a new pair without even a second glance, their too-good-for-life behavior and blinded vision when it came to progress. so coming across one of those awful pilties in the slums of Zaun had the slumdog smirking, snorting, well-built arms hanging off the clock-hand-bat that was slung over both his shoulders.

                    ❛    do you ever wonder why a select group of us were asked to wear such ridiculous outfits ? ‘though , i must say that we look rather delectable .     ❜

requested.  \  @prodigall

          BECAUSE IT CARRIES THE SCENT OF HOME,   a reason both simple and colloquial enough to warrant no further explanation, though as she kneels to inspect a faded inscription on the fallen pillar, the need to respond to Ezreal’s question is overridden by the sudden realization that she can make out legible characters amongst the eroded stone, and so Taliyah’s attention falls wholly upon the miniature plaque in front of her.

   “   Ezreal, can you read this?   ”   she asks, wresting the stone plate free from the pillar in order to bring it closer to herself and the notorious Piltovan, while brushing off his attempt to hold it with his own hands. His raised eyebrow to her resistance only reciprocates an equal reaction of her own; did Ezreal think for one second that he, the poster boy of reckless abandon and untapped nonchalance, would be allowed to carry and then drop another artifact for the twen—

          And there he was, standing on her opposite side with the plaque Taliyah could have sworn she was holding a moment prior. Whether his disappearing trick is a slight of eye or a strange magic altogether is a question the Shuriman girl will someday find an answer to, but the present has her now pressed against Ezreal’s back, her height at a convenient vantage point to reread the inscription plate over his shoulder.

          Soon enough, Taliyah reaches over to lay a single finger on the stone plate.

   “   Oh, do you know what this character stands for?   ”   Taliyah questions, a pause from her side until she receives a negatory answer.   “   This is the symbol for the ralsiji !!  …….oh, come on—  !!  I know that you Piltover people have plenty of ralsiji in your land !!  ——–  they’re the hopping animals !!  you know the ones with big, long ears?  pointy teeth?  brown and sometimes white fur?  you look away for a minute, and they suddenly have grandchildren?  I’m talking about those ones !!   ”

          Perhaps Ezreal would need to see one for himself to understand just how frustrating the species is, but the beginning of her machinations is interrupted by a shrill sound that has them both vigilant. It isn’t long before they turn to stare past the other pillars and into the maw of the dark entrance of the crypt below. Spooky, Taliyah is tempted to say aloud, but as the afternoon sun falls on the mouth of the ruins, its warm and creeping light advancing into the black of the entrance, she remembers Ezreal’s previously declared intolerance for the Shuriman heat.

          Taliyah drapes her arm over his shoulder, answering his due attention with a smirk.

{{everybody, literally everybody knew that}}