Hello there ! I'm here to give you some drabbles about Ezreal just 'cause I like him. Maybe I'll also write on others Piltover's Champions.
In fact, I'm not an English native. I will make mistakes. I'm sure. So if you can help me and say to me where it's false and why.. You'll be welcome! I want to improve my English, that is why I write those drabbles.
If you want a specific situation / character / shipping, tell me. I will do what I can. :)
(And please, if you review.. Don't use sms writing. I know it a little but I'm not sure I can understand it all.)
Edit : Thank my guess for your clever remarks. I'm working on your Lux/Ez now. :)
Storms and hurricanes
1. Home
What is « home » for him ? When can he say that he's « back » ?
His life is traced on the roads. His footsteps leave footprints in the fresh snow or burning sand.
Nobody can forbid him a passage. His movement's liberty is unrivaled – Just like his willingness to explore.
Hell – He had even visited Noxus a couple of times for quench his thirst for knowledge.
Ezreal had wanted being more present for his friends. But it was like he cannot stop himself for going out to explore or to go on adventures. Or just running for being the first to solve an ancient mystery.
Even the Institute sometimes needed him. Could he say "no" to them ? No, indeed.
For him, his research and discovery were the most important things. Until now, at less.
He needs some times with his family – This broken and strange family.
A yordle who loves blow some fusses. A sheriff with a cold voice and harms hands. And a big weapon. A crazy girl with pink hair who, when she hugs him, nearly breaks him in two. Also, a man with a Colgate smile and sometimes dangerous inventions. And him – The young boy with strangest habits and a lovely lacking sense of dangers.
Ezreal wants so bad to see some of them right now. He could support solitude for a good moment, but won't live all his life with it.
He needs to have a place – A place that he can call "home".