Short Rivelia soulmate story inspired by how bratty and immature Irelia sounds after her rework in her special interactions. New Irelia lore.
There was a small house built near the edge of the village of Shuxei. A wooden one-floor building that was far enough from the growing Ionian settlement to be confused for a hunter's shack, but close enough to the other houses to be considered a part of the village. A small garden was located at the back of the shack. It lacked flowers and decorative plants but was rich in crops like carrots, useful herbs and edible local plant life.
Soft humming could be heard coming from the kitchen of the residence. The clanking of dishes in the sink was audible, the splashing of water was also present. Much like the outside of the house the kitchen's furnishings were there to serve a purpose. There were only three chairs set around the circular dining table, cabinets devoid of intricate fanfares such as carved leaves occupied one side of the room. A simple coathanger was standing guard on one of the kitchen's corners, a weathered traveling cloak along with a straw hat and a parka were hanging from its wooden limbs.
The tall Noxian defector stopped humming when she felt her startled heartbeat slowing down. Crimson eyes rising to observe the approaching wagon from the window as it rolled closer to her home. Riven continued washing the dishes as Karma helped Irelia climb down from the wagon and supported the hotheaded teenager as they made their way to her.
There was a polite knock on the front door. Riven sighed, placing the plate she was about to clean back in the sink. The Noxian defector nodded at Karma as she lifted her soulmate in her arms. Irelia's forehead was burning hot, her eyes were barely open and the Captain of the Ionian Guard seemed to be incapable of standing on her own.
"I tried to convince her to return back to you sooner, before the bond sapped all of her strength, but she is a stubborn one." Karma followed the Exile while she placed Irelia on their bed. The mocha-skinned Elder turning her head the other way to give the soulmates some privacy upon noticing the Noxian leaning down to capture the lips of the Ionian hero with her own. Irelia produced a sound caught between an aggravated growl and a needy whimper. She glared at Riven with all the hate that she could muster, her feverish features contorting into a mask of anger when the former invader deepened the kiss slipping her tongue into the ravenette's mouth.
"I think I'll be going now," Karma coughed awkwardly into her hand, "Don't be too hard on Irelia. Remember that unlike you she hasn't become fully accustomed to the bond yet, Riven. I know I am leaving her in good hands..." The mocha-skinned Elder drawled over her shoulder, already walking out of the room. Irelia moaned in protest, pinned under the despicable Noxian, her curses muffled by the older woman's lips as she continued kissing her. When their lips parted with a wet sound Irelia was utterly breathless, her eyes were shining with unshed tears and her body was tingly and hot, but at least her heart had stopped hurting so much. The fog that clouded her mind was clearing.
Irelia glared at the woman that was straddling her. She wet her lips wanting to curse her, to threaten her, to scream at Riven that a bloodhound of Noxus would never be her soulmate, yet the feverish teenager didn't even have the energy to belittle the pale warrior. A small part of Irelia was secretly relieved that she had returned back to the side of her soulmate. A tiny part of her was happy that the Exile hadn't walked away from her in her time of need and had stayed with her to end her torment.
The Ionian hero didn't know how much of a resistance her chosen had developed to the pain of separation. Every time she stubbornly run away from her and Karma brought her home Irelia was surprised to note that her soulmate wasn't writhing in agony like her. The Exile could abandon her whenever she felt like it, she however was forced to return back to her and spend time with the fugitive.
The Ionian Elders couldn't even touch Riven due to the risk of harming Irelia through their actions. They didn't dare imprison her or temporary arrest her and have the people rebel for attacking the soulmate of their beloved hero. Riven didn't have to answer for her war crimes while Irelia was supposed to marry her to honor their bond and strive to make her soulmate happy as per Ionian customs. It was so unfair!
Riven snorted at her angry expression, but stayed quiet. She laid down next to Irelia, pulling her closer she wrapped her arms around the unresponsive body of the Captain spooning her seething mate. A pale hand gently touched Irelia's jaw to turn her head to the side for another unwelcome kiss, the albino's other hand settling against Irelia's stomach caressing it. Riven maintained eye contact as she kissed her soulmate. Life slowly started spreading back into the Ionian's limbs.
Irelia hated herself for feeling comforted by the touch of her fated. She hated the pale swordswoman for not acting like the monster that she claimed her to be, respecting the rebel's boundaries instead of ravishing her mercilessly when she was weak and vulnerable. Riven was once again proving to her that not all Noxians were bloodthirsty savages that only cared about themselves. The kissing session ended after a while, leaving Irelia feeling dazed and warm, butterflies were fluttering in her stomach beneath Riven's ghostly white palm.
The Captain's strength was slowly returning back to her, yet Irelia could tell by the way her vision dimmed that she wouldn't be able to recover her motor functions before she succumbed to sleep. Riven would no doubt leave her to rest in peace after removing her armor and boots and pulling the sheets over her body. The exile always stayed until she was certain that the Captain was alright before grabbing the pillow she was going to use to spend the night on the couch, softly closing the door behind her to finish her chores.
"I will never love you." Irelia whispered as her vision turned black. There was no answer.
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The valley had gone up in flames, acidic smoke and poisonous fumes were blanketing the shapes of the dying soldiers, hiding them from view. Irelia watched the cloud of noxious gasses that suffocated the two armies from a hilltop. She stared at the green fog with wide eyes. Her lungs were burning, she was struggling to breathe.
"Irelia, what's wrong with you?" Akali's voice broke through the haze of her hysteria. The ninja knelt by her side as she and Karma grabbed the Captain's arms to stop her from strangling herself. Irelia was coughing violently, saliva was dripping from her lips, her eyes were locked on the burning valley. She could feel her heart shattering within her chest, a gasped wail rolling out of her mouth while her lungs constricted painfully.
"My chosen," She wailed attempting to shake off her friends and crawl towards the burning valley, "My chosen is in there. They're dying I can feel it. I have to help them," She raved as she choked.
Akali cursed under her breath, glancing at the poisonous cloud, powerless before the physical manifestation of the invaders' hate. Karma whispered sweet nothings to the blade dancer, tears running down her face as she waited for her childhood friend to die in her arms.
Irelia coughed and wheezed for several minutes while Karma rocked the upper body of the teenager back and forth and Akali held the Captain's hand in her grasp. Irelia was semi-conscious, practically dead to the world when the coughing abruptly stopped just as suddenly as it had started.
Akali's grip tightened on the hand of the dying teenager. Karma was about to close Irelia's eyes for the last time when Irelia's free hand abruptly rose, her fingers outstretched towards the dark figure that stepped out of the green fog. Akali spared a quick glance at her crying friend and then made a mad dash for the stumbling silhouette of the poisoned soldier.
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Riven was sitting inside her cell. Her back was pressed against the wall opposite to the reinforced door, her legs were splayed in front of her, her toes facing the ceiling. The albino's arms were restrained by a pair of iron shackles. A bruise was visible on her deathly pale face where the Captain of the Ionian Guard had slapped her.
"Stop struggling, Irelia! This is for your own good," Hissed a feminine voice from the other side of the locked door, "You can't keep ignoring her forever! The bond is killing you!"
The door of the cell suddenly opened, revealing the green themed assassin that had stopped the enemy soldiers from killing her, and the teenage blade dancer that had attacked her yesterday. Akali was trying to carry a collapsed Irelia into the cell as the blade dancer writhed in pain and sobbed, pitifully.
Riven arched a white eyebrow when the ninja threw the teenager on top of her, fishing a key from a pocket to unlock her shackles. The Captain didn't move from where she had landed on the Noxian's lap. Her long dark tresses covered her face obscuring her features. Riven made no attempt to touch her, her bandaged arms resting against her sides.
Having ran out of patient and tired of her friend's suicidal notions, Akali lifted Irelia's head by the back of her neck, revealing her ashen tear-stained face to the prisoner. Fast as lightning, the ninja pressed a kunai against Riven's throat.
"She is your soulmate and she is dying," Akali spat at the captured enemy soldier through gritted teeth, "show her affection and save her life or I will slit your damn throat open. It's up to you Noxian." She threatened hoping that the pale woman wouldn't call her bluff. If the Captain's soulmate was killed, Irelia would most certainly die and even if she somehow managed to survive the pain of her bonded passing away the ensuing heartache would drive her mad.
A pair of unreadable red orbs stared back at Akali for what felt like ages. The ninja glared at the swordswoman maintaining her poker face. She pressed the edge of the kunai harder against Riven's skin, taking care not to slice the albino's skin in case the injury was transferred to Irelia.
The pale warrior peeled her gaze off of the eyes of the ninja to examine her so-called soulmate whilst Akali held Irelia's face close to hers. The Captain was a beautiful woman despite her current ghostly complexion and the trails of half-dried tears staining her face. Riven was close enough to notice the small bruise that marred the Captain's skin on the same place as the Ionian had slapped her.
She could feel the bountiful curves of Irelia's lithe body pressed against her own. The exile could detect the scent of sake on the breath of her... partner that appeared to be at least a decade younger than her. Perhaps the revelation of Riven being the Ionian hero's soulmate had prompted the rebellious blade dancer to seek comfort at the bottom of the bottle. Riven didn't peg the girl as a drinker, a pastime that was frowned upon by the spiritual residents of the island nation.
"Come on, do something!" Hissed the masked assassin, feeling her friend's skin grow colder by the second, Irelia's sobbing subduing as her life faded. Akali forcefully shoved the semiconscious blade dancer's face closer to that of the unperturbed exile. "Kiss her, bite her, cup a feel! This is your chance to defile an Ionian hero, be a spirits-damned Noxian for fuck's sake! She is dying! I'll fucking kill you!" The ninja shouted at the impassive exile, her kunai trembling ever so slightly on Riven's throat.
"Go ahead. My country has betrayed me, all my friends are dead. I have nothing to live for." Riven lifted her chin to allow the ninja better access to her throat. The ninja froze, the blood in her veins being replaced with ice water. She couldn't harm the exile without harming Irelia and she couldn't threaten her to save the Captain when Riven had nothing to lose. Irelia had become alarmingly silent, her eyes were shut and her chest was barely moving as she breathed. She had lost consciousness, her life was about to be snuffed out.
"Then live for her," A third voice croaked as Karma stepped out of the shadows entering the cell with a defeated posture, "If you truly have nothing to live for, then live for Irelia and atone for your sins through keeping our hero alive." The enlightened Elder pleaded, kneeling next to Akali and gently wrapping her fingers around the blade of the ninja, pulling the kunai away from the neck of the prisoner.
"You hardly know Irelia and right now she doesn't matter to you," Karma continued staring fixedly into the dark crimson orbs of the foreign swordswoman, "But I love her, Akali loves her. Irelia has friends that will be devastated by her loss and people that will mourn her passing for years to come. You followed orders and killed my countrymen in the name of Noxus, but the war is over."
"So spare her," The knelt Elder begged, maintaining eye contact with the former enemy soldier, "Please, don't make us feel the heartache that you felt when Noxus executed those that were important to you in cold blood. Take a good look at Irelia's face, just a single look and tell me if she deserves to die for not being born a Noxian, or in a time of peace so you would consider loving her."
And just like that Karma wrapped her arms around the neck of the stunned swordswoman, embracing her.
"Please, love my friend," Karma shook as she hugged Riven, "I'll love you forever if you save, Irelia," She whispered shakily causing Riven to flinch. The pale swordswoman suddenly shuddering.
"Get out." The exile growled making Karma jolt. The Elder slightly pulled away from the prisoner. She glanced at her for a moment, then stood up with a nod.
"Let's go, Akali." She prompted, the gaze of the puzzled ninja darting between the lone tear rolling down the cheek of the quiet albino and the authoritative figure of her wise friend. Akali made to pick up Irelia only to pause at the bandaged appendage keeping the unconscious Captain close to the white-haired warrior.
"We can't just leave Irelia alone with the Noxian unsupervised," The green-themed ninja protested, "What if she hurt-"
"She won't," Karma exhaled simply, nodding her head at the red-eyed prisoner, "Riven won't harm her soulmate. I trust her."
Akali didn't appear to be as certain about that as the Enlightened One, but begrudgingly followed the mocha-skinned woman out of the cell.
"Leave the door open," Instructed the Elder while the ninja searched for the keys to lock the cell. Akali frowned but obeyed her. The two friends made their way out of the dungeons, leaving Irelia behind.
When the two of them returned to the prison the next day, Irelia was sleeping soundly on the prison cot. A rough blanket had been draped over her to protect the ravenette's modesty, her folded clothes had been placed on the floor near her. The Ionian Captain was looking a lot healthier, color had returned back to her face and the shivering had stopped. Akali spotted hickeys trailing down Irelia's neck and uncovered shoulder. The Noxian was missing.
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Night had fallen when Irelia woke up with a sudden jerk in the bed of her soulmate. The Captain's face was beet red, her breathing was erratic and her body was unnaturally warm. Irelia suppressed a pitiful mewl as she attempted to suffocate herself with Riven's pillow. She had dreamed of the exile claiming her in her cell again. Irelia could faintly recall scorching kisses and calloused hands roaming over her body, pale fingers caressing her as teeth nibbled at her throat.
Irelia's core throbbed painfully and the blade dancer bit the pillow to contain a moan of arousal. She knew what her body was telling her and that staying away from her soulmate was making things worse, but there was no way that she was going to let Riven touch her again. She wouldn't willingly give herself to a murderous dog of Noxus.
Throwing away the pillow that carried the scent of her soulmate, Irelia headed for the bathroom. She was in desperate need of a cold shower to get her head out of the gutter, plus, she had to wash away Riven's scent from her skin. Perhaps that would help her body calm down a little before she hunted the village's bar for some company.
The exile's bathroom was as sparsely furnished and functional as the rest of the house. Irelia's gaze wandered across the small collection of healing salves and burn creams that were organized on the dresser. A glass jar filled with the Noxian's war paint rested among the containers. Irelia looked at it for a moment before removing her clothes and getting in the shower.
She let the cold water numb her skin, purifying her from the vile touch of her host. Irelia closed her eyes, trying to rid herself off the images of her soulmate's pale epidermis, her muscled arms, her scarred face that gave her a roguish appearance. A moan escaped from Irelia's lips, the sound of the falling water thankfully muffling the feminine voice. Irelia shivered, opening her eyes to notice that her hand had somehow ended between her legs by its own volition.
The Captain hissed, punching the wall of the shower. Her body still felt hot despite the cold water cascading her body. Irelia swore whilst cutting off the flow of the transparent liquid. She hurriedly dried herself with a cream-colored towel and wore her clothes. She desperately needed release, hopefully she would find someone that could help her scratch her itch at the local bar.
Heading out of the house Irelia spotted the exile sleeping in the living room, huddled on the couch. The Ionian made sure to slam the door behind her extra hard as she exited Riven's home.
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Standing at a dark alleyway outside of the village's closed bar Irelia frowned as she kissed the handsome lion Vastayan. Zalek was a warrior that hired himself out as a guard to the merchant caravans that traded with the small settlement. He was honorable, clever and kind. He hadn't found his soulmate yet, but sought out companionship until the signs revealed his mate to him. Irelia was quite fond of him even if he sometimes became a bit too handsy for her taste whenever they made out.
Zalek growled into the kiss, his taloned hands squeezing Irelia's hips while their tongues wrestled for dominance. The inebriated Captain raked her fingernails across the man's defined abdominal muscles in response, yet her heart wasn't at it. While Zalek wasn't by any means an inexperienced lover his kiss didn't spark Irelia's desire the same way the exile's rare kisses did. His touch didn't elicit muffled moans from her, his caressing hands didn't make the Captain shiver in excitement.
For the first time in a long while, getting drunk and making out with strangers in order to get her damned soulmate out of her head felt wrong, almost nauseatingly so. The act of brushing the lips that Riven had kissed earlier that day against those of the Vastayan frustrated the Captain for some reason. A handsome Ionian man caressed her in the dark and Irelia's only reaction was a pang of disappointment mixed in with a tinge of disinterest, while the Noxian ruffian spooning her had practically set her core on fire.
Worst of all, Irelia wasn't certain if her physical attraction to Riven was a part of the soul-bond or not. She had felt the repercussions of staying away from her fated for prolonged periods of time and knew that most soulmates got together after meeting at some point in their lives, yet Irelia had never heard of the spirits forcing people to love somebody against their will. Cuddling next to Riven when she was drained and in pain felt natural to her. Despite Irelia's inner turmoil her body molded into the Exile's embrace, she felt desired and protected in the hands of the one who was supposed to be her enemy.
Irelia mutedly wondered if Riven felt the same way every time she lay beside her. For all their stupid bravado and brash boasting that strength was the deciding factor in all facets of the Noxian society, homosexual relationships were frowned upon in Noxus. Same-gender relationships didn't fuel the war machine with new sacrificial pawns after all, and as Noxus' former posterchild Riven would have needed to be discrete about her relationships with other females. That is if the brooding albino even swung that way and Irelia wasn't her first terrible attempt at having a girlfriend.
The Captain of the Guard didn't know which one of her assumptions she preferred being the correct one: The heartless exile taking advantage of captured Ionian women during the war and ruining their lives, or the albino defector swallowing her pride to make love to her foe in her dank prison cell in order to save her.
Both scenarios were unsavory in their own right. Proving the first assumption meant that the Captain was to share her bed with a sexual predator that could use their bond to abuse her, whereas the second one painted Riven in a new light that made Irelia herself look like a complete bitch. A sadistic soulmate or a grossly mistreated one, Irelia didn't know which option she would pick if she was given the choice to decide Riven's nature. Probably the one that wouldn't leave her at the mercy of a horny psycho... Yep, definitely that one.
"You are distracted," finally sighed the lion Vastayan, pulling away from their kiss. Irelia blinked having unwittingly forgotten about him. Through the daze of alcohol in her mind the Captain noticed how the thought of Riven had brought a strange warmth in her chest. She suddenly felt dirty and mentally exhausted. Zalek's intelligent gaze regarded her silently as he frowned in confusion.
Irelia simply shook her head, resting a hand on his muscular chest to pushing him away, gently.
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Riven was still sleeping on the couch when the Captain returned home. Irelia locked the front door behind her after slipping in. She silently strode over to her soulmate, letting her jacket fall on the floor with a soft thudding sound. The exile didn't even stir in her sleep. Irelia grumbled.
The Ionian stared at her fated drunkenly with a small scowl. Here she was agitated, aroused and concerned over her future while this stupid Noxian was sleeping so soundly. Irelia didn't bother taking off her clothes before she laid on the couch behind Riven, scooting closer to her sleeping soulmate. All at once, Irelia felt herself relax, her mind was still a vortex of conflicting feelings and dreary thoughts yet her soul was at peace. She herself was at peace.
In her inebriated state Irelia chuckled mirthlessly. There was no use denying it, there was no escape from the clutches of the damned Noxian. A lone tear trailed down her red face, more following it after a few moments. Slowly sorrow turned into frustration, frustration bled into unreasonable anger for the despicable woman that Irelia was supposed to marry.
"How many poor Ionian farmgirls did you turn into your playthings during the invasion?" Irelia asked the sleeping exile as her shoulders started to shake, "How many of my captured warriors did you violate until they were lost and broken?"
Irelia grabbed Riven and turned her to face her, the exile jerking awake to regard the crying Ionian with unfocused maroon eyes.
"You fucked them like whores next to their dead lovers and bleeding relatives, didn't you?" Irelia slurred shaking Riven amidst her tirade, "You made them submit to your so-called Noxian superiority and then discarded them when you were bored of them crying and begging!"
Riven just stared at her soulmate with wide disbelieving eyes as a bawling Irelia climbed on top of her. The younger woman laughed bitterly while grinding her body against that of the stunned albino.
"This is what you want isn't it?" The Ionian hero muttered darkly, her grinding intensifying while her tears landed on Riven's concerned visage. "Come on then, mess me up like all those other unfortunate women that you utterly destroyed!" Irelia guided one of the exile's hands to her breast and held it there, "Ruin me in the name of your beloved Noxus and brag about it to your countrymen, tell them of how you made me your bitch-"
The black-haired Ionian choked at the end of her drunken speech when Riven drew her in a tight embrace. Irelia's body convulsed as she cried in the albino's arms, feeling too weak to escape Riven's hold and too emotionally invested to full comprehend the exile's actions. Feeling more lost and pathetic than she had ever felt in her life, Irelia sniffled at the crook of the older woman's neck. A pair of lips pressed a chaste kiss on the temple of the Ionian hero. The former Noxian held her Captain close until she calmed down.
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"Do you find me unattractive?" Irelia slurred in a small voice after a while, when the flood of her tears had finally stopped. The Captain was still resting on top of Riven with her face nestled against the crook of the pale swordswoman's neck.
Arching an eyebrow Riven glanced at her soulmate while caressing her head in a soothing manner. "...No, far from it. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met." The exile's nonchalant reply warmed Irelia's chest.
"But you don't want to sleep with me." Irelia accused her drunkenly, pouting in a way entirely too cute for a decorated war veteran while trying to glare at her soulmate.
"I thought that sleeping with me made you uncomfortable, that's why I am here." Riven gestured at the living room from the couch.
Irelia's eyebrows scrunched up in confusion trying to understand the older woman's explanation. Through the haze of alcohol muddling her thoughts, the Captain's red face shifted into a frown when the meaning of Riven's words dawned on her.
"I didn't mean it like that and you know it! And sleeping next to you doesn't make me feel uncomfortable, it makes me horny!" The Ionian huffed against the exile's neck not even realizing what she had just blurted. Irelia's breath tickling the pale swordswoman that smirked in amusement at the drunken woman's antics. It was funny how Irelia was more approachable and honest with herself while being intoxicated rather than when she was sober.
"I bet if I was some leather-clad Noxian femme fatale you would pounce on me at a moment's notice. One of these days I will return back here and you will be gone. You will run away with a cute refugee girl and I will die of loneliness," Irelia whispered, her fingers tightening their hold on the exile's grey tank top as if to ward off that bleak future.
"W-why..." Irelia choked out in the dark, new tears threatening to fall from her eyes, "Why wasn't I born a Noxian so you could love me?"
"Who says that I don't love you just the way you are?" Muttered Riven in reply, capping Irelia's cheek to force the intoxicated Captain to meet her gaze, "Who says that I don't respect how free-spirited you are, that I don't admire your determination to protect your people? Who says that I don't adore how bullheaded you are at times even though it makes me want to strangle you?"
"Who says," Riven whispered huskily staring intently at the red-faced Captain she held in her arms, "That I don't want to claim you, not for Noxus or some misguided cause, but for myself, and that your previous display took me every ounce of my self-restrain to stop myself from fucking you silly on this very couch?"
If Irelia's face was red before now it resembled the bright crimson lanterns that people hang around during the Fire Festival. Her stoic soulmate had just confessed to her. Riven had included something about wanting to strangle her in her confession, but she was a Noxian and they weren't good with words so that was to be expected. In her drunken state Irelia had forgotten that she was supposed to give the exile the cold shoulder.
"And what stops you from doing that?" The Ionian mumbled unsure if she should be excited or fearful at the revelation that her estranged soulmate lusted over her the same way she did for her in secret.
"Let's say I give in to my desires," Riven humored the Ionian that seemed to be hanging on her every word as she stared at her lips with those dazed emeralds gemstones of hers, "I accept your drunken advances after you personally sought me out in the middle of the night and literary threw yourself at me. What happens next?" She hummed in thought massaging Irelia's bottom lip with her thumb as the Ionian shuddered.
The Captain seemed incapable of answering the swordswoman's question, shivering in anticipation, enjoying the affection of her soulmate while closing her eyes. Being with the exile felt so right, the complete opposite of what had happened outside of the bar.
"Let me tell you what'll happen," Riven almost growled in frustration, "You will wake up nude in the morning next to me with no recollection of inciting all of this, so you will blame the big bad Noxian for forcing herself on you when you were intoxicated. You will cry your eyes out, hate the both of us, and then in your hate-induced madness you will do something stupid, like attacking me or hurting yourself for being chained to such a heartless, pathetic monster. If your first attempt doesn't succeed you will refuse to hear me out and let me explain what truly transpired. You will brand me a villain and hide away from me and those that know of our bond until you die of heartache." By the time she had finished her monologue the Noxian was panting heavily and Irelia was staring at her with wide eyes.
"So this," Riven said while releasing Irelia's cheek to wrap her arms around the cuddled form of the Captain on top of her, "Is all that you'll be getting from me tonight. I won't even kiss you until you are sober and properly ask me to do so, with a flower bouquet after a date."
"You are crazy," Irelia mumbled as she closed her eyes to sleep, "There is no way I am giving flowers to a damn Noxian."
Riven smiled mischievously, content in having a civilized conversation with her soulmate for once. "Oh? Then I guess I should also start searching for love. Is Akali seeing anyone? I really like her attitude."
"You can't!" Irelia jolted, hissing at her like a startled cat. "You are bound to me! You have to marry me! Plus, there is no way Akali is gonna go for a scary old grandma like you -oh!" The Captain moaned when Riven applied more force in her hug, borderline crushing her.
"I am sorry I must have misheard you," Riven interrupted her in a deadpan expression, her previous smile currently wiped from her face, "Did you just volunteer to clean up our basement? Why, that would be lovely since you are basically a freeloader that lives in my home."
"A freeloader? A freeloader?! I will have you know that I'm an Ionian hero." The Captain huffed condescendingly, sighing in relief when the pressure that threatened to fracture her bones settled back to that of a tight embrace.
"A hero that doesn't do her own laundry, cooks her everyday meals and imposes herself on the goodwill of a poor Noxian refugee to have a roof over her head." The exile replied dryly, yet there was a mirthful twinkle in her eye. Irelia spluttered something resembling a string of murmured excuses, before closing her eyes with a defeated groan. She wanted to win the argument, but the comforting presence of her soulmate was making her sleepy. Once again the Noxian was cheating.