Love is in the Air

Soraka:

From the bee's sting
I was stumbling
I fell down with fright
Facing eternal night
When at your door I was found
And you assured I was safe and sound
I looked upon you and saw great things
Saw how you pulled and plucked at the strings
And it was then I knew
That I love you
I have calculated and now see
The couple that surely must be

-Almyra

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
I love the Void,
And so should you.

{{ Better late than never, I say }}

A parchment arrives for a certain protector of Piltover, the following written upon it:

"In another life, perhaps, we might have been friends.
In another time, even, we just may have been able to forge a mighty alliance.
Still, yet, in some alternate reality we could very well simply be casual foes.
Ultimately, in another world very similar to our own, we may have even switched our roles.

You seek to defend and protect that which is dearest to you, while I vainly pursue something to fill the void in my heart.
Your looks, your charm, your charisma, and your ideals make you one of the few who can hope to rival me.
But in the end, though we are at odds, there can be no denying that we are both kindred spirits, giving our entire being to the technology at our disposal.
Despite the difference in our methodology, we both desire strength enough to fulfill our hearts' deepest wishes.

You have everything I had once wanted.
You have nothing that I have accepted.
You are the man that I should have been.
You are not the anomaly that I wish to be.

If only fate had been kinder to me.
I might have been kinder to you.
Though my conviction would not have been any less intense,
I would have genuinely offered you my friendship.
My hopes.
My dreams.
My sincerity.
My love.

But fate was not so gentle, and so I have become the Champion I am today.
Because fate had deigned to be so cruel, we are made to be eternally at odds.
I have vowed to bring about the Glorious Evolution so that the world may yet be better.
Yet your rejection of my vision drove me to harsh actions, and so it sealed our bitter animosity.
We are at opposite ends of the technological spectrum, we fight for our respective causes.
You for your beloved home of Piltover, and myself for a mechanically superior world.

Now there exists no force on Runeterra that can deprive us of our roles.
You, the Defender, and I, the Herald.
Locked in a duel to see who is more suited for this world.
Yet, every day I can't help but think of the endless possibilities.
And the single most prominent image that my rapidly aging mind can conjure,

Is one of You and I."