I kinda miss old league canon, not that thresh being nice is canon but here you go. also, hey, i'm really rusty.


The young Summoner sighed lightly, using one hand to pull the deep purple hood firmer on her head, while the other guided a plain glass of water to her lips where she sipped it tentatively, clearly lacking interest in her actions. Placing the glass back on the table, she filled her fork with a selection of food, but with no real intention to eat it.

The dining hall gradually filled with Summoners and Champions alike, however the majority were still busy with matches, errands or personal matters.

Eleanor had chosen her usual seat, a long walnut table nestled closest to one of the walls far with a good view of the rest of the complex. She disliked people at her back. Five or so identical tables stretched the length of the massive hall, adorned with metal and other hextech-esque bits and pieces. The tables were covered rather generously in a myriad of dinner foods, and it had to be in order to feed the hundreds of mouths that occupied the institute.

Sunday nights were always slow, and Eleanor continued to find herself picking disdainfully at her plate of food before she simply returned the fork to her plate.

Her brown eyes scanned the hall, watching the purple clad Summoners make their way to their own little self designated areas, Champions threaded within their numbers sparsely. Some looked delighted, others tired, and some whisked food from the hall to eat elsewhere.

A somewhat contented yet half hearted sigh left her lips as she glued her eyes to the doors.

Twisted Fate strode in with his cheeky half smile, walking with what Eleanor would only describe as nonchalant swagger. Idiot. She watched with a neutral expression as he tipped his stupid fedora at a group of stupid female Summoners, a few of them swooning.

An almost bitter expression appeared on her face as she contained the brunt of it. She was in no mood for anything. A long day spent expunging her effort yielded nothing positive.

Folding her arms on the table, she rested her head against them, praying no one would notice her, simply content to watch the steady trickle of people enter and exit through the plates of food in front of her.

Her desire to remain unnoticed almost worked too, if it weren't for an unnaturally lithe hand plucking the hood from her head, revealing her sandy locks to the warm air.

Almost instantly Eleanor knew it to be Janna, who settled to her left with a gentle yet cheery smile, her honey colored hair falling lightly down her back.

Before she even said anything to Janna, her attention was drawn back to the doors, where someone she had unintentionally been waiting for arrived, though deep down she knew it was practically the only reason she stayed.

Thresh arrived alongside a few other Isles Champions, his faithful lantern by his side as always, bathing anything nearby in a ghostly green light. Clad in dark robes reminiscent of those he wore on the fields, he walked with intent, politely disinterested in whatever the others in the group spoke of. Silver hair cascaded over his broad shoulders, green eyes eyeing the food available for the night.

The institute insisted that the denizens of the Shadow Isles take on a tamer, corporeal form when within the institute walls, free to do what they wanted elsewhere and on the fields. Most people, and the champions themselves agreed it was a clandestine attempt at keeping them and their magic subdued enough that they would pose no threat in the institute itself, but happy enough they wouldn't pry further. Of course the institute wouldn't admit that. As a result, most nights they would eat and leave.

Eleanor felt her bitter expression turn into one almost unreadable, her brow furrowing as her eyes followed him. She subtly arched her neck when she lost sight of him behind the clutter of the table, but not without Janna noticing.

"Too infatuated to even say hello?" she quipped, following Eleanor's gaze toward the warden before returning it to the Summoner.

Eleanor's frown faltered before becoming more intense, averting her gaze to the table.

'I'm not infatuated.." she protested, voice wavering a little bit at the end as she attempted to hide her eyes with her hair.

The Zaunite raised a fine eyebrow as she began filling a plate with food, though not exactly paying attention to what she selected. "Right, I'll just disregard everything you've told me at three in the morning, then." she replied lightly, a cheekier smile lifting the corner of her mouth as she filled her fork.

"You know it's more of a.. fascination." Eleanor continued, turning her head to the side to face the other woman for the first time that night.

"And you work in mysterious ways, Elle. Of all people, why him?"

"Better than being an airhead," she started, tone taking on a lighter note. "And him because I don't appreciate studs such as Jayce."

Janna flushed a light shade of pink at Eleanor's emphasis of Jayce's name, as well as the twinkle that lit up in her eye. The fork lingered at her lips.

"That was one time!" she insisted through a half full mouth, hastily loading her fork again.

"One time my ass, Janna." Eleanor bantered back, again returning her eyes to the Warden who simply watched and waited as the other Islers went about selecting their meals, occasionally exchanging words.

There was a pregnant pause as Eleanor realized how full the room had become.

"Jesus, why don't you say something to him rather than just settle for those mutual words before and after a match?" Janna asked, pointing her empty fork in the Warden's direction.

"Because it's Thresh. That should be reason enough."

There was yet another pregnant pause before Janna spoke up again.

"It was just one time…" she said quietly, shoving food around her plate, now having gone a bright shade of red. Eleanor looked over at her with a half amused, half smug look.

"You keep telling yourself that, and why are you the one changing the subject?"

"So you do want to talk about him?" Janna smiled again, tone almost like a tease.

Eleanor gave a harsh sigh as she sat up straight, shoving some hair behind her ear.

"Fine, yes. Yes I do, are you happy?" she snapped quickly and indignantly.

Janna simply gave her another small grin.

"It's not like he's mean. Here, anyway. Talk to him."

Eleanor merely grunted in response, the two girls directed their eyes toward the spectre once again.

Thresh had taken a seat with his comrades at the far end of the room. He shared a conversation with Kalista, scanning the room as he spoke. His eyes fell on the pair, noticing their watching.

Eleanor hunched her head down and broke eye contact, feeling her face going pink. She looked toward Janna, who still had half a mouthful of food. She inhaled as she too quickly looked away, and stifled a cough, instead choking on her food.

Eleanor watched, amused, giving her friend small thumps on the back.

"Jesus, you're worse than me." the summoner laughed.

Janna regained her composure, having swallowed the food. She slammed her fork onto the table, face now a brighter red than before.

"Right well yeah I guess he is kinda pretty when he's like that." Janna finally conceded.

Eleanor smiled to herself, eyes wandering across the table. It was nice getting some sort of approval from her friend about it.

Thresh was tall both as a human, and as a ghost. Eleanor couldn't tell for sure, she'd never really been face to face with him in person before, but probably somewhere around six and a half feet. He was pale like marble and built well, translucent not quite the word, but dead or pasty weren't good adjectives either. All the islers were deceptively beautiful, peak physical conditions, desirable on paper, a dark secret beneath. She wondered if it was all part of the act, the allure that doomed so many in so many ways.

What she did know, she wasn't the only one to swoon like a silly school girl over them.

"He's still looking." Janna whispered casually, resuming her meal.

Without even thinking, the summoner looked back up to meet the Warden's gaze; their eyes finally meeting.

An icy feeling crept up her spine, but she fought the urge to shiver as goosebumps flared up over her arms and legs.

Thresh's eyebrows furrowed slightly for a moment as he nodded haphazardly, not quite paying full attention to the conversation he took part in, before breaking eye contact, finishing conversation, and standing, nodding curtly at his party.

As he turned to walk out of the hall, he stole one last glance at Eleanor, lingering just for a moment, his expression hard.

And then he walked away and left, alone.

"Can you like, breathe, girl. You're a total goner."

Eleanor heard Janna's words and realized that she hadn't taken a single breath during that entire silent exchange.

She sighed heavily, burying her head in her hands.

"I'll agree with you there, Janna."