A Armor

He was clad in knives and metal, with his body fully covered in deep blue cloth. It was hot in the summer, but needed. It was all there to protect him, and brought the deadly aura he so enjoyed. People never dared to get too close because of the dagger-infused cape. What if he swung it a little too much? Cuts were definitely unavoidable.

"ARHG" sharp pain brought him back to reality.

"You know, if you have to daydream whenever you clean your armor, why not wear something less… sharp.." Malzahar said, while picking up one of the many small blades from the floor, where the assassin sat.

"And ruin my image? No" he hissed while nonchalantly taking back his knife from the Prophet.

"Most of the bruises on your body are from your own blades right? It just seem pointless."

"You're pointless. All you wear is puffy pants and half a shirt. A stray blade like this could easily cut you down.." He trailed off, with his eyes fixated on the shimmering blade, turning in his hand.

"You're hopeless.." Malzahar sighed and patted the assassin on his head like a puppy. "I have my shield and voidlings. I don't need all the heavy armor to drag me down."

"Ha! You wish"

"Is this a challenge?" The Prophet smirked.

"I'll see you on The Rift, Malz." Talon said with a mischievous grin.

It was all about fighting when it came to this guy. Malzahar sighed.

B Blades

"Why is it decorated so much, Malz?" Talon asked while turning the sacrificial dagger around in his palms.

"Because it's only used for special events, where you need to be in contact with the gods"

"Isn't mine sufficient for that?" He said, while glancing at his bigger blade.

"No. It's big and clunky. No god would take it serious" Malzahar said in a calm voice.

"But, it's much better. No one survives this, everyone can run from this small glittering thing" he said while putting it down, in a gentle manner, as if it could break at any time.

"Talon, it's the purest steel. Also, you do know people are usually bound during a sacrifice, no? Running is never an option."

Malzahar said while picking the small blade up.

"Here, let me show you-" he said, while Talon barely had time to consider moving, he was suddenly forced down on the floor by the Prophets strong arms. "Wait, what? I was not ready! What are you doing?" The assassin gasped for air.

"During a sacrifice, you are forced down like so, and to witness the power of the Void, while this.." he said, and brought the blade close to his throat, and continued with a deep, cold voice; "Ths will quickly slit, right here, and send your soul off as a sacrifice" Malzahar said, staring at Talon, few inches from his face.

"I- I get it" Malzahar was scary in these situations. He had a habit of showing rather than telling.

"good" He slowly let go of Talons neck, with his shimmering eyes never leaving his target.

C Cold

The nights at the Institute Of War got cold during the winter periods. A certain assassin would often sit in the common room by the fireplace, savoring the warmth from the dancing flames.

"Cold?" A voice asked while dropping a blanket on his shoulders.

"Not really." He just shrugged, trying to be tough, but sneakily clutching the blanket tighter.

"Still as dishonest as ever" the voice chuckled and slumped down next to him. It was of course Malzahar as usual, though he could hear it in the voice. The raspy, hollow voice would often send shivers down his spine, but right now, it was regular cold that made him stutter.
"How are you not freezing?" he asked, staring at the Prophet in his usual purple-blue attire.

"The desert of Shurima gets unbelievably cold during the night. This is nothing."

"You make no sense." Talon muttered while wrapping himself up.

Malzahar just spectated the sight. A Noxian sensitive to cold was a treat for the eyes. A skilled predator, undoubtedly one of the best assassins in all Runeterra, was now a soft, vulnerable man, trying to keep off the cold by hugging himself.

Lost in thoughts, the assassin suddenly felt a rush of warmth. "Huh?" He looked up in surprise, to see Malzahar was leaning against him. "What are you doing?" he squeaked.

"Offering my support." The respond quietly sound.

D Dance

When not busy with art, Jhin would often be found in one of the institutes gyms, to practice dancing. It was quite the sight, and if asked nicely, he could even teach you a move or two. This was one of those occasions. Talon stood in the doorway, wondering why this masked fella was so hooked on all these artistic hobbies. Nothing about Jhin made proper sense, so the noxian would usually keep away from the man. But this time, curiosity got the better of him, and he had decided to give it a try.

"Jhin, may I ask, why is dancing a hobby of yours? Wouldn't it usually be a woman's interest?" Talon asked, leaning against the door.

"Not at all. Dancing, is a work of art. Only few will understand. Have you come for a reason?" He asked after explaining, while making a bow, but clearly keeping a sharp eye on the assassin.

"I was curious, that's all.."

"oh, is that so? Maybe you want a quick lesson? Jhins face remained unrevealed, but his voice sounded interested.

"One might not hurt. I could use it to understand my targets better.." he weighed his options. Would this be beneficial for him? Or would it just be waste of time.

"Shall we dance?" Jhin offered an outstretched hand, and before Talon knew it, he was forced to join.

An hour passed and he was short of breath. "This was.. Exhausting.." he panted.

"You did good" Jhin applauded, clapping his hands, "Maybe care to join me some other time again?"

"I'll have to think about it, this is clearly not my forte" he said, staggering to get up from the floor.

"oh well. At least I enjoyed your performance." he grinned, while the assassin left the gym.

"Im back." The door slammed shut, and Talon wobbled towards the sofa, where Malzahar sat reading, as usual.

"Where have you been? You were gone for quite a while." he asked, almost sounding like he cared.

"ah, at the gym, with Jhin"

"Hmm?" Malzahars blue, shimmering eyes changed from focusing on the book to Talon. "Why? If I may ask."

"err.. He taught me some basic dance moves.." he answered, while scratching the back of his head, and plopped down.

"You? Dancing? Show me" The Seer ordered.

"what? No way" Talon got up from the sofa and started moving towards the kitchen. But a gloved hand grabbed his wrist and he was forced around.

"Show me." Malzahars eyes shimmered with anticipation, as he went from hovering slightly, to letting his feet touch the ground.

"I am interested in knowing what you have learned." he said, and grabbed Talons other hand.

"uhh…" Talon was perplexed from the sudden turn of events, but reluctantly agreed to the Prophets wish.

Hello, while I was on holiday I wrote a bunch of these mini stories, that actually got longer and longer for each new letter. Don't know if this will be of interest to any of you, but I have tons of fun with these two, which my username is actually based on lol, oops.