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Okay I’m off work. That was a time. I’m going to work on switching Draven and Jinx around as soon as I get home.

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Oooh, HOTSHOT. That’s a new one. The term makes the EXECUTIONER chuckle lowly, foreheads BUMPING after he pulled away, snaking an arm AROUND her waist and tugging her SNUGGLY into his side.

The time of day was a RISK; but he left late and ended up showing up here in the early day. CLIMBING through her WINDOW was normal for him; and honestly, not getting CAUGHT was a feat in his own, but he managed.

The hand in his hair makes the WARMONGER relax, a sigh leaving Draven’s nose. She makes him SOFT, and only SHE could see him this way.

“Who WOULDN’T Miss me? My PEOPLE probably miss me right NOW. I’m quite the SPECTACLE, You know.”

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Lux ADMITTING that she missed him just added onto his already inflated EGO, a chuckle leaving him that indicated that he KNOW he was RIGHT.

Though it’s the MIDDLE of the DAY, rather then the NIGHT, which is easier for him to sneak around in DEMACIA, but he too was BORED, and why not VISIT this girl that somehow MANAGED to steal the HEART of the EXECUTIONER.

DRAVEN snorts from the KISS placed on his cheek and moves to STEAL one from her LIPS instead.

“Yeah, I’d MISS ME, too.”

The kiss makes her hum, cheeks pink and warm. She doesn’t mind that he’s here, though it being so early is a bit of a cause for concern. They’re more likely to get caught,,,

His words make her roll her eyes again, as always. It’s become a habit, really. “Yeah yeah, hotshot (Affectionate). Of course you would.”

A hand raises to idly play with his hair, other hand on his chest. This is nice,,

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❛  are you bleeding ?  ❜

“THIS? I’ve dealt with WORSE, Sheriff.”

He says this as his hand grips onto an incredibly LARGE wound on his side, a hiss escaping from between his teeth. The LAST thing he needs is CAITLYN seeing him like THIS—In a brief moment of WEAKNESS.

So instead, he shrugs it off—He’s in a LOT of pain, but he would rather be DEAD then accept HER help.

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"I'm certain a majority of your fights happened on the battlefield known as your chin."

“WHAT was that? I have a really HANDSOME chin? Thanks, I KNOW.”

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Please roast Draven, thank you

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Mordekaiser: flames Draven without even speaking

You know what, he deserves it

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❛  you don’t know as much about me as you think you do , draven .  ❜

“Then why don’t we CHANGE that?”

His hand was FIRM on the wall next her head, the other resting on his HIP and a wide grin spread on his face, brows furrowed slightly before one PERKS up in curiosity.

The WARMONGER sneers, a huff leaving his nose—they’re close now, noses NEARLY touching. He’s TAUNTING Briar, if anything.

“Everyone KNOWS so much about ME, so maybe YOU should RETURN the FAVOUR.”

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note . [ I just wasted ten seconds of your time to read this note! ] // i would have sent something else but Ez said, "I wanna prank!"

“UGH, this KID is just ASKING for me to KICK HIS ASS.”

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Someone broke into my workplace last night so I will be very slow today as I have to rebook so many appts

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okay before I go to bed

if you can get Draven to be affectionate, he’s pretty affectionate in the way he does things rather then words. Like. It’s hard for him to tell you he loves you (if he even DOES), and also, it’s just easier for him to say that sort of thing about himself. Because he loves himself and boasting is his thing because that ego is massive.

But he’ll do things like brush his hand against yours, or grab you by the waist and hold you closely, or bump your foreheads together, ect. For him to express ANYTHING for someone else, it’s easier to do with with actions rather then words.

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@theriverpilt

and in the middle of my chaos, there was you

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“YEAH? Like you haven’t BEFORE. Try it and I’ll HIT you back even HARDER.”

His voice is a SHARP sneer—TEASING, though it did still HOLD the threat within it. This was REGULAR for them—it had been this way since they were KIDS; and now they were GROWN MEN who haven’t seemed to GROW OUT of their BANTER. He glances at the KNIFE, as if he expected it to go RIGHT to his balls—though it didn’t (THANK GOD).

Darius was clearly DISTRACTED; Draven picked up on this QUICKLY which is why it was pointed out in the first place. While he would usually be UNINTERESTED by a conversation NOT about HIM, but this one was KEEPING his ATTENTION. Half because of ACTUAL interest, half because he could use this to POKE at Darius later. He PAUSES when his brother mentions UNEARTHING the corpse and his brows raise again, watching the man CUT his own flesh by ACCIDENT with the knife. Yeah, he was DISAPPOINTED, but voicing that wouldn’t matter right now. He was more CURIOUS about the topic, NATURALLY.

Draven GROANS at the mention of the teeth being smashed in, the executioner slowly LOSING his appetite, though his interest PERKS again. “A SHAPESHIFTER—?” He would have thought if they killed one, it would have changed back; but it must have KEPT its form, if what Darius said was true. What MADE him go through ALL of this? And if the boy WAS indeed ALIVE, what was the point of—

“Hold on—WHAT? DRAVEN’S—-an UNCLE!?”

Why didn’t he see this coming?

DARIUS. * — “ Shut up. “

A pair they were, Darius started to clean at the knife in his pocket; a well-hidden manner of fidgeting, really. He doesn’t like being read, much less by Draven of all people. Mostly because he’s usually right. A fine swipe of his thumb, he removes a stray grey hair from the blade’s edge. There wasn’t a shred of mourning, not anymore. That ache had dulled, & in time, his first love had withered from within his heart. & yet, still, he feels.. dull. Unsharpened, unused. Darius turned the knife, spinning slowly from front & back. Her defeat made her soft. 

Noxians; ever mortal, Quilletta was a prime example. Even with her decade of service, she was still gentle, too gentle. She thought of mercy where there should be none. She wasn’t built for War, that’s what Darius told himself many times. “ .   .   . We give Noxus our lives & our blood, then feed it to our children. “ The grim reality was that their lives are blood & fire. While Darius could understand that the old general’s methods, chemical warfare, was.  .  . indecent. Results were still results. It wasn’t Invicta that killed Quilleta, “ It was her misplaced sense of mercy ended her life. “ 

 A moment of nothing passed. There were words, they had meaning,     he’s trying to find them so he could give voice to them. In that search, he finds weakness. “ You remember her son? ” Another wipe of his cloth; the blade is perfect. 

The younger of the two snorts when he’s told to shut his trap, eyes rolling before he shakes his head and looks away from his brother, brows knitting together as he thinks of what to say next on the topic. Most of what Darius says goes through one ear and out the other, and while Darius can sure put on a show that he doesn’t miss her still, Draven assumed the opposite.

Quilletta made Darius soft. He could deny it all he wanted but Draven believed it. Whatever, it wasn’t really the time to add salt in the wound unless he wanted that knife in his eye socket. Yeesh. “Yeah yeah yeah. Blah blah blah Noxus. Blah blah blah blood. I get it, you’ve said it all before.”

As the moment of nothing passes, the silence feels eerie. Draven goes to say something, though he paused as Darius asked the question about her son. A brow raised in slight confusion, the brunette rubbing a hand through his hair. For someone who didn’t miss her, he sure was talking about her and her family far too much in this short conversation. It makes him snicker slightly to himself before answering,

“Shit, yeah—what was his name? Decius? Yeah, I remember. What about him?”

DARIUS. * — “ I’ll hit you. “

Geeze, so on edge? No, this was their regular. Draven was always three syllables from getting struck with a CRIPPLING BLOW to the neck. His mind, however, could not hold the thought of throwing the knife at his balls right now. No, he was.. preoccupied. The thoughts swirl in his head, he flips the knife, catching it up side down before letting it slide down back into the sheith.

“ Yes, Decius. “ He prefered Tiberius, but Quilletta preferred soft-spoken names, a shame. “ The northerners put his head on a spike & sent it back to her. “ Draven already knows this. More so, Darius already knew this. Why is he    “ I unearthed his corpse. “ shlp. A cut. He cut himself. The distraction was great, he’s allowed a wandering blade to break skin? He was out of it, not a single doubt. 

No doubt Draven was disappointed. They weren’t petty grave robbers, while exhuming a loved-one isn’t quite beyond Darius, there was.. hesitation? A moment of doubt? No. All he had done, he’s done with complete, knowing-intent. “ The cold destroyed the facial patterns, but destroyed the gums. His teeth was smashed in, someone said. “ Ugh, gorey details? Before lunch? “ I’m not surprised they desecrated the corpse, but why were there no teeth? ” He’s quiet again. It’s like he’s trying to gather the words, tie a noose at their throat & drag them out by force. “ Then I found one. Lodged, in the back of the throat. Only it wasn’t a human tooth. “ …What is he getting at? “ It burned white when I put it against flame      it’s a shapeshifter’s tooth. “ Darius returned his gaze to Draven, who no doubt put the pieces together already.

“ He’s alive. “ ….& so? The boy lives, what of it? A deserter in the North, hardly worth the    

                 “ He’s my son. “  oh fuck. 

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I would have responded to your threats, but I had trouble breathing after laughing so hard. You think you have power over me? You are dead wrong.

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it’s bed time but I wanted to show off my sexy answered banner fjfnf

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Fuck it.

SHIPPING CALL—

Can be anything. Platonic. Romantic. Whatever. Like this and I’ll drop kick your DMs.

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“Hey, if you’re NOT talking about ME, then I DON’T wanna hear it.”