Lulu woke up with Pix tugging at her hand to lift her from slumber. After a yawn and a stretch, she popped on her "Thinking Cap" and flew out the door, leaving a magical trail of daisies in her wake. Pix in tow, and the two set off to have some sort of adventure. The League was an interesting place. Almost as fantastic as her. She'd only been here for roughly under two weeks, and the Sorceress and her companion had seen more than enough things to match her entropy. There was a man on fire, a talking armadillo, a prince, and a vampire. A talking bear, a boy on a yeti, and a scantily clad woman in a tornado. There was also a magical gambler and a man who tried to kill him. Things that shouldn't exist, simply did here and for a moment, it felt like Lulu could finally fit in somewhere. But besides her faithful friend, Lulu could find no other here. Other Yordles were friendly, yes, but even they, and every other champion found her either annoying or off putting after introductions.

Veigar woke up with a scowl and a grumble. He brought furry hand to knead the slumber from his face, and growled once more. The concept of another day was annoying, so he threw on his coat and hat with no real haste. After pulling up the collar of his mantle and fixing the brim of his hat to hide his face, he then fastened on his asymmetrical metal gauntlets, opening and closing each hand to test the bones. Satisfied enough, he shuffled out the door of his room, and shut it behind him. He would go for a walk he supposed, to think of new ways to bring the world to its knees, to gain more power, to observe his enemies. But perhaps he mostly didn't want to stay confined to his room, where the eerie silence reminded him of a cold damp cell.

Lulu zipped across the Institute, once again trying to find a friend or two. She flew around a great stone fountain, which served no real use other than being an aesthetic central hub. The the more serious champions moved hastily from point A to point B, the less social all found their own little corner to mope in, and the more eccentric were out causing havoc in some way or another. And then there would be those who didn't fit in those in any of those categories. In this case, it was a little woman, older than her size would tell and while she was usually nice enough, there was nothing to smile about now, so she simply set her mouth on a firm line as she inspected her rocket gun. She smelled Lulu before she heard her, by the scent lilacs, but enchanced by a strange kind of magic. But boy did she hear her.

"HI THERE!" yelled the energetic mage in greeting, causing the other Yordle to stumble in her actions.

"H-hello." She returned. And after recovering "Hey, you're one of the newbies, right? I'm Tristana." She said invitingly. Indeed, Trist did remember her first few weeks in the League. Awkward as heck, and it was only thanks to Teemo (Though she could do without his constant advances) that she finally settled in. So she returned the favor to anyone else needed it.

"So what's your name?"

Lulu pleaded with herself "Oh please don't mess this up"

"Woah! I bet you'd have an adorable giggle!"

"What?" Honestly, what? How does someone even respond to that? "Thanks, I guess." But the mood already became uncomfortable. Nothing that Tristana could say would salvage it, so neither said a thing until

"Listen, it was nice meeting you, but I've got somewhere to go. See you later."

And Lulu and Pix were left by themselves once again, having scared off another one. The two watched the champion walk away.
"Oh flutterballs." She muttered sadly to herself.
Oh well, all they could do was keep looking.

Somewhere along their wanderings, the two found their way on the training grounds, where a a swarm of spiders wrapped a target in webbing, and a girl bent the light around her. But the most attention grabbing thing was probably the explosions to the south, where some sort of Yordle was turning dummy after dummy to dust. Dark meteors fell out of the sky and smashed into the ground in front of him, and in between violet orbs flew from his staff, exploding on impact, destroying any terrain caught in the impact. Intriguing, this one, because unlike any other Yordle that existed, he had a repelling air about him. Or her? It was hard to tell, but always the curious one, Lulu flew low to meet him.

"Hello!" she sang. And it startled the hell out of him. But when he did turn around, he snapped a

"What do you want?!" in response. And though the Sorceress was taken off guard by this, she smiled nonetheless with innate friendliness.

"I'm Lulu! And this is my friend Pix" She gestured to the fairy in question, who twirled in the air for theatrics. "And who are you?" She asked with a gratingly sweet voice. And not missing for a second to scream his own name, he yelled back

"I am VEIGAR!" he throws his arms in the air in a tantrum. "Master of Evil" And this amused him so much that he started cackling to himself. He forgot that someone else was even there, leading him to be startled once again as she burst into his little world with a:

"Wow!" She called out, impressed by his energy. He certainly was a funny one.
"And I'm-" She paused, trying to think of a catchy title for herself. Pix whispered something into her ear.

"The Fae S-"

"Unwanted!" He butt in. "Get out!"

The words had shocked her into silence. If Lulu had ever analyzed herself, she might have known that this fact was a sore spot for her. Had Veigar have known, he might have never said it. But unfortunately, neither of them did. What Lulu did know, (but not why) was that the insult caused bitter tears to build behind her eyes.

The two stared in silence, one fuming, and other biting their lip. The former huffed off, unaware of the damage he caused. Only when she was certain he was gone, did Lulu let a small sob escape. Pix immediately came to her side and patted her cheek.

"There there." he said. "Let's try again with some other people."

And eventually she did smile again. But she decided that there was something intriguing about this Veigar. Probably the oddest Yordle she had ever met (If she knew to include herself). Could it his uniqueness? An evil Yordle? Or maybe his very own entropy? She would have to try again with him later.

For the next few days, they had similar encounters, but with less crying. Honestly, the more he talked, the more she didn't mind the things he said. Only the first comment really stung, but everything else he said was actually pretty weak. He in turn grew used to her. Often ignoring her made her more annoying, as she tended to pester more then to get an answer. But if he were to oblige her and respond once and a while, she would shut up, and if she didn't, she'd speak more calmly. She asked him questions about a lot of things, that he either answered or ignored without much thought. Unless she asked about his past. She meant no harm, he could tell, she was just being curious (annoying), but during those times he still sewed his mouth shut until she changed the topic. He still had no idea who this "Pix" was, or why she kept talking to thin air. But oh well, probably the side effects of being a nut, he supposed.

The only really interesting encounter between the two, was right after Veigar won a match. Summoner's Rift, was put simply, hot, and the heavy spiked gear he wore definitely did not help matters. So the first thing he did was trudge back to his room, threw his robe into the hamper, and climb into the shower. As the water hit him, Veigar mused that the summoners must have been lazy. Everything in the Institute of War, including the plumbing and maintenance, even the act of transporting a few meters was all done by magic. All for their ease. On one hand, the slothery disgusted him, but on the other, he didn't mind the privileges. By now his gear should be clean.

So he stepped out into his bed chambers to see a purple furred girl adorning stripes sitting on his mattress. Kicking her legs off the edge and grinning. She waved.

"Hello!" she chirped!

But Veigar was still nude, and thus flustered, and thus angry.

"YOU!?" He made a mad dash for his staff and pointed it at her, fully prepare to reduce her to dash in blind rage. "What are YOU doing here?!" And he readied a bolt of magic to melt her where she stood, but to his surprise, she ran straight towards him and pinned his arms to the side.

"Woah, don't!" She shouted forcing him into a hug, not at all minding that he didn't have a shred of clothes on. Maybe she didn't even know. He paused then, not knowing what to do. He didn't have a spell that wouldn't kill both of them, so he tried to pry her off, but-
No good, her grip was too tight, and she was definitely not letting go.

"Unhand me, you simpleton!" He barked at her, but she only gripped tighter in response.

It really was odd, for someone to touch him like this. Not when dark magics had mixed into his fur, changing it into a tainted shade of black. Not when his eyes gave off yellow glow, which was most definitely not a normal trait in most species, but here she was. And for what reason? Never the less, the touch of another was something he had gone without for years. He had given some before, back when he was still a friendly Yordle with friendly friends. But those days were long gone. He rotted in a cell without that kind of contact for years, and went on for years longer after that on his quest for power. The white marks of scars from the Noxian prison littered his body though, in haphazard patterns contrasting his dark fur. In truth, he was pretty damn ugly.

She had no idea why she tackled him either. Perhaps out of fear for her life? No, she would've ran then, or had Pix toss up a shield. Maybe fear for her life, with a mix of some extrovert instinct? At any rate, she was in the deep already, and she would not be letting go if it meant being blasted. She's seen Veigar's magic, and she's pretty sure it hurts. He stopped struggling after a while though. With the chaos of the moment gone, her mind focused on other things. Like how his face was so black, you couldn't even make out his lips or nose. Or how her fingertips ran across several deep rends in his flesh. Or how in this proximity, she could smell all the dark magic on him, a fragrance coming out of his body like a man's own musk. (Smelling magic was another "unique" talent of hers. People tended called her unique a lot."

"How'd you get like this?" She asked him, a little shaky, because this was in no way one of the cheery subjects that she was used to.

He sighed and told her, for reasons he could not understood. Swept up in the moment, perhaps? His story went on, and her embrace became tighter and tighter.

She went into his room a lot after that, the door was always left unlocked for her. They talked more, and she always hugged him. As weeks after, he stopped insulting her in private, and months after that, in public either. Also around that same time, they formed a ritual of having him lay his head on her lap, while she hummed some sort of song from the Glade. She tried healing those scars once, but to no avail. Whatever the wardens did to him, they did a good job.

Were Veigar less selfish, he would've asked her about her past a long time ago, to at least return the favor, but the thought never came to mind. He did eventually, but it took some time.

"I see." was the only way he responded. So she was a bit like him, then. He let her call them friends after that. A privilege he gave to no one else. When they weren't in his room, he followed her on her adventures. He'd never admit to enjoying them though.

One day she kissed him. Just like that, out of the blue. Maybe somewhere in their heads, they knew it was coming, what they were turning into, but it wasn't unwelcome. She had stopped humming, just for a second, and he peeked open an eye to look for the disturbance of their peace. And then she just did it. In the very simplest way. It was only a peck, since it was something new for both of them, for obvious reasons. But at the same time, it felt so natural, that neither made an issue of it. So they kept doing it from then on out.

He waits for her after her games now. She had always waited after his to bug him (Though it hardly bothers him now) but this was a new habit he picked up. Even if he did feigned impatience.

For once in his life, he imagined having all of Valoran on his knees, but he imagined sharing it with someone else. And for once in her's, she found that place of belonging. With another mage, as "crazy" as her, and with a past just as broken.

A/N: This made absolutely no sense. I just wanted to put more VeLu since there isn't much of that on this site. But the thing is, I really can't right these two. I try to keep a realistic bitterness in characters, but these guys are too extreme for me.
One is an extremely power hungry mage, and the other is an extremely eccentric pixie girl. But I also kept trying to keep it in character, and all that resulted was one big mess. So my apologies for that.