You have a bright future in front of you, being the daughter of one of the most financially powerful families in Piltover. You have always behaved, but you don't really feel right, you can't fit in.
You meet someone at the Progress Day's fair, someo...
«It really is...» I sense his eyes on me, but I'm too shy right now to face him, so I keep my gaze straight.
«But it's also sad.» he continues, «Stuck in an endless cycle it cannot break on its own.»
«That's what makes it beautiful. It needs a real interaction to be understood. If you saw a picture of it, it'd seem like a hard-working machine. But it's showing us what it feels. We're seeing its most intimate part... Uhm- I'm sorry I'm being rude talking all this nonsense, and not even looking at you-» I moved my gaze to him, and standing in front of me is a much older man, very tall, slim, short black hair with a lock of it near his face: a giant scar all over his eye, which is black with the iris orange. I couldn't do much but stare, I was fascinated by it.
«I'm sorry for my eye, I know it must be disgusting to look at.» he says, his hand trying to cover it. «Oh no no, please. I'm mortified for staring, it's just that I find it very special.» I will never forget this innocent, confused look he just gave me.
«I'm Y/N by the way, nice to meet you, Sir.» His blue's eye pupil dilated «Oh, well the pleasure is all mine, Y/N. My name is Silco. So, where have you been hiding Miss? I would've noticed you around, and by your accent, you are from Piltover.» I blushed a little.
«I don't leave the house much. Are you from Piltover as well?» «Kind of, nearby...»
We talked for 2 hours, about anything that would come to mind: art, my studies, my training, gossip even. He talked very little about himself, he just said he's a businessman, who recently had some free time to explore art. The more we talked, the more fascinated I was about his mind. He's smart and charismatic and he wants to learn. He hates the idea of wasting his time thinking about furniture or building a mansion, he wants to learn all that this world has to offer and help the poor. I tried my best to water down my routines, to appear more average as possible: for once, I have the opportunity to have an honest conversation and be the real me.
«So you don't have a literature teacher? You have a yoga trainer but no literature?» «Well no, my parents have been searching for one but no one would fit their expectations.» «Well, that's unfortunate. There's a bookshop nearby where you can buy books and read them there, they have areas where you can sit and read. I can show it to you,» he said, offering his hand to me.
Maybe it was the way the sun was reflecting on his scarred eye, but at that moment I felt like my heart was beating for the first time.
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I took his hand and unexpectedly it was delicate and soft. We moved through the crowd and I blushed at the thought that people would maybe think we are a couple. He showed me the place, it was giant: tons of shelves and aisles, it felt like an ancient library.
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It was almost 5 hours, so I couldn't stay any longer. «Goodbye, Miss Y/N.»
«I don't think I will be able to see you again Silco, but I wish I could.» «I will be here to read by myself tomorrow morning. It'd be a nice coincidence to meet you.»
«Well, if my personal trainer broke a leg I could read all the books in the world!» I jokingly said, before leaving.
I went back to Heimerdinger and stayed with him for a few more hours to follow Progress Day's stalk, before escorting me back home.
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A/N: The artwork mentioned is Can't Help Myself, by Sun Yuan & Peng Yu. I'm not adding pictures because it could look a bit gore-y, but I suggest you check it out, it's one of my favorite modern art pieces.
