Eyes like a summersky [AhriXReader]

Azure sky

The heat of the desert keeps pushing down, letting the air flicker on the horizon.
Only a small breeze strifes you, tugging a bit at your left sleeve in the process, bringing only another swat of hot air.
A small film of sweat slowly starting to form on your goggles, your gaze slowly wandering over the horizon, over the vast emptiness of this land.
"Sir, the general asks why you yourself stand here and the rest behind the line", rolled up sleeves, short hair, just a lackey of them,
"The line means absolute safety, this here, bit more unsafe", your partner takes place at your side, gently dismissing him.
His goggles still resting on top of his head, rather than being over his eyes.
"You know, we could still just go back to the line and stop their bickering, safety and such", he jokingly tells you,
"You talk about safety? Your goggles are still not on your eyes" you tease him,
"I can strap them on as soon as the alarm sounds, can you run that fast?", he laughs,
"I just want to see it as close as I can, it could...".

A deep, bellowing alarm rings out.

He slowly pulls the goggles over his eyes, the tinted glass now also reflecting the sun.
"Last chance to go back I guess", you tell him
"I guess we will be fine and if not, well", he shrugs.

A second alarm rings out, louder than before.

It feels like you jumped, or like the ground beneath you was just pulled away, like a fall from some height, yet you are still standing.
You fix your gaze back at the horizon, your body hair rising up, as a tingling sensation runs across your body, leaving a feeling like you are under a film of soap.
The flickering of the heat on the horizon stopped.
A sudden pressure on your chest catches you off guard, it feels like it sucks all the air out from everything, clumping your organs together and then

Silence, the air creeps back into you, as the flow of time seems to stop, your eyes begin to flutter.

A deep bellowing, like the rumbling of a giant.
The shock wave hits you harder than anticipated, the following wall of dust and dirt just rolling over you, almost getting everything in the process.
But as you finally have free sight at the horizon, you can see it.

The azure blue.

It is a bit of a rough shalke as you avert your eyes from the blue neon light of the city, the car slowly making its way through the streets.
"For once we are in Piltover and you just look at advertisements?",
"Force of habit I guess", you answer, trying your best at a chuckle.
You turn back to the car window, trying not to wrinkle your suit as you look back out, the small puddles still reflecting those bright lights.
"I still cannot believe they invited us to the Progress Day", you say,
"Me too, I thought I would die like a dog in this field hospital, but look at us".
He turns to you.
"Are you not excited? Piltover recognized our science, the science of an outcast and an outsider!",
"Couldn't give less of a fuck about the people, the fancier a city looks, the more pretentious the people are",
"Nothing to disagree about that from our experience, some pretentious talk and a small gesture, yet, they had to accept that the future was forged outside their city".
You look at him, noticing that the car slowly drives into the driveway of the ceremony hall.
"All that and there is this shit to add". You say, pointing at the crowd outside.
Only what seems like police men are holding back a crowd of many different kinds of people.
Some cheer, some scream obscenities and things like "murderer", "criminal".
You would give a fuck, but what do they know anyway? Again, just a crowd of people who never saw anything beside what this city offered them, what they fed them.
None of them would even begin to understand the decisions you made.

You cannot help and look up, as you enter the building, white floors of marble, decorations of gold and lapis lazuli, a ceiling high enough for you to question its stability.
It kinda fits the facade of this city, being pretty over everything.
Just a scoff as reaction, ignoring the person rushing towards you, but still looking at him he waddles.
"Gentlemen", he exclaims, sweat on his forehead, "You finally arrived".
Every other detail about him tries to look so perfect and it only needs a sweaty forehead to destroy everything.
"I am sorry to inform you that you are too late for the introduction, the ceremony is already in full swing and ...",
"Then let us not waste more time I recon" you tell him in a stoic voice, overshadowing the fact you broke off half of his sentence.
He does not care it seems, as he hastily turns around, waddling forward, leading the way as fast as he can while not tripping over himself.
Just after what seems like seconds, he guides you in through a wooden double door, into a great hall, a stage in front of thousands of people and a second time, you are impressed at just how huge this building really is.