All Malzahar could to was bite his lip, not even bothering to open the book up. “This is a very lovely present anon. But do not tell anyone.” He took the book and darted away, an intense desire to read the contents of writing held in his clutches.
Draven made a breath at the the reluctant start to the reading. He mentally questioned and judged the prophet why he seemed to glance side to side. Though, that was only kept to himself because he had begun the read.
The few sentences in, the Executioner tipped his head.
“Wuh.. Darius in a book about Icathia?? ..Keep reading.” He rolled his hand. “Hop to it.”
All Malzahar could to was bite his lip, not even bothering to open the book up. “This is a very lovely present anon. But do not tell anyone.” He took the book and darted away, an intense desire to read the contents of writing held in his clutches.
”Huh..”
Glaring at Draven, Malzahar scowled. “You either forget everything you saw here, or admit to liking this sort of stuff.”
Draven blinked again again, eyeing the book. He was oblivious to the contents so Malzahar only sparked his interest.
”What the fuck are you ramblin’ about? What’s in the book, Prophet?” His green gaze squinted.
Sighing with relief, Malzahar’s frown turned to one of a smirk.
“It’s the story to rewrite history, Icathia’s wreckoning. I wouldn’t have taken you for a connoisseur of the past, but surprises every day. Care for me to read some to you? It’s extremely interesting.”
Draven squinted at most of these words. Sounded suspicious. However, his ever so inflating ego, which was his own largest poison, spoke before him. Swapping his suspicions to that of flattered arrogance.
’‘If it’s somethin’ so special for a Noxus man like me to hear, lay it on me, Prophet. Lay it on me.. If I fall asleep.. Well.. Whatever.”
All Malzahar could to was bite his lip, not even bothering to open the book up. “This is a very lovely present anon. But do not tell anyone.” He took the book and darted away, an intense desire to read the contents of writing held in his clutches.
”Huh..”
Glaring at Draven, Malzahar scowled. “You either forget everything you saw here, or admit to liking this sort of stuff.”
Draven blinked again again, eyeing the book. He was oblivious to the contents so Malzahar only sparked his interest.
“What the fuck are you ramblin’ about? What’s in the book, Prophet?” His green gaze squinted.
