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takes off his glasses seductively........ " .... wow, you're fucking blurry."

Puts Szayel’s glasses on seductively…….. “ …. Wow, you’re fucking blind. ”

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"it'd do us better not to ask me why i've done it," in the darkness of his cell, darius spares not even a glance towards his brother. he still feels blood on his hands, jericho's blood, even through the weight of shackles---he supposes it'll haunt him until death. 'at very least, as it stands, the haunting will be short', is all thought that comes to him. no matter how gruesome the deed, he regrets nothing but draven's inevitable involvement. "it won't bring him back, nor take me out of here."

      “ Shut your fucking mouth! ”

   He hardly let Darius finish before he snarls at the man, near livid enough to bend the bars to his will just so his fists have flesh to make purchase on. Deep down he knew that was the adrenaline and anger responding, a bond of deep trust broken so easily with a single action, and he knew he could never truly act on such instinct.

   He’d requested to be alone, despite the men who stood at either exit, and every inch of his body crawled with the urge to take his frustrations out on them. Blunt nails dug into the palms of his hands, tearing skin in anticipation — fear — of what’s to come. He knows, oh how he knows, but he doesn’t move from his place.

   The façade crumbles like a phantom’s visage, its porcelain mask shattering until nothing remains. He feels everything, and then he will feel nothing — this much he knows. The end of a best friend at the hands of his brother, and now the end of his brother at the hands of—. He stops.

      “ You just couldn’t let it go, could you? For years you tell me to avoid drastic measures, and then this is your example. You. Betrayed. My trust, Darius. “

   Draven’s voice near breaks at the latter of his words, a hand lifting to cover his mouth. Reality was never a kind mistress, and such was the consequence of his work. Death worked alongside him, a haunting cloak that enveloped his hands and guided them to the damned. He could feel their cold embrace, waiting for the moment where he, too, would have to carry out a cruel deed.

   He’s pacing, praying for a solution. Another way to ensure this couldn’t end the way it’s supposed to. What if he refuses? Draven may have been stripped of his axes during his visit, but they’ll expect him to make use of it come time for execution. He could. He shouldn’t, but it was certainly an option. Kill the man who ordered the execution, and what do they have left? Ruins of an Empire.

   The man’s mouth opens, but nothing comes with it. Eyes stare blankly into the dark, unsure of what’s fact and fiction. Deep down he knows his plan won’t work, and yet his fingers itch to try. The arena served as his home for many years, a place he familiarized himself with to depths no one else could ever go — many good and bad occasions were shared here.

   Now? It would only serve as a grave. A grave decorated with the blood of his brother, spilled by his hands. His axes. Another path could be taken, should Darius kill him instead, but he knows there is no chance of that. A shaky inhale. A long, unsteady exhale coupled by the persistent sting behind his eyes. Finally he breaks the silence, in a choke, his voice carries a weak whisper.

      “ I won’t do it. I can’t do it. Without you, I have no purpose. Who will be my brother then? Family is all I have left. ”

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" You need a trim. I'll start at your neck. "

     Draven passively stares down at the young assassin, a thick brow arching in mock interest as his weight shifts to a more imposing stance. It may not have been intimidating to most, but he was standing as proudly as ever — a paragon of egocentrism. So when this little goblin makes a threat in his direction, Draven has half a mind to push him over, or cut him down, but likely the former.

     “ I’d say you need a trim yourself, but you’re already pretty small. What happened, lost your shins? ”

     There’s a certain hint of bemusement in his voice, one that caused a smile to creep up and across his lips. Shark-like teeth fit together in a puzzle-esque manner, and he makes a conscious effort to hoist an axe up to rest upon the leather vest he wore, its fur bristling with the breeze as though belonging to a wild animal that still breathed and roamed the land.

     “ So what’d you really come here for? We both know you can’t kill DRAVEN, but – oh! You came for an autograph, didn’t you? I can respect that, but DRAVEN doesn’t give freebies. ”

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‘none of us are going back.’

Poetry Starters — accepting

   When Darius spoke, a fire rekindled in the belly of his soul. He was the match that lit the flame, and his soldiers were unlit candles. Even now, when doubt plagued the minds of the army, it was Darius who cured them. Draven was no different. But alas, this time didn’t follow tradition. While the others may have understood the meaning behind their general’s words, Draven only feels that flame turn to wildfire in his chest; it tickled the base of his throat and dared to rise up into words of lava.

   Perhaps it was best to face the reality of the situation; far outnumbered, in territory most did not understand, and upon a day where the whether worked against their favor. The opposition gathering to deter their advancement looked far more prepared than those of the Noxian Empire, especially with how few were sent on this mission. Always first to speak out of line and fight against tradition — with a displeased growl, Draven shoved past the front and he purposely bumps into his brother’s side as he comes to stand beside him.

      “ Y’know, we didn’t come all this way just to die. ”

   Hopeful words, but he kept his voice lower than usual. A private line between him and his brother, alluding to their past — to the future that awaits them. Draven’s grin proves said assumption correct, should Darius catch on and pass a glance his way.

   They’ve done all that it takes to survive up until this point: settled to thievery, alleyway brawls, murders under the pale moonlight, and worse. They both suffered their fair share to ensure each other’s survival, and no storm could erode away the trauma and blood that stained their hands. Somehow Draven kept a positive outlook, though even that was questionable.

      “ Besides, if you think I’m going to let a couple hundred soldiers be my end, you’re mistaken. Might as well let Draven lead the charge if you’re going to have doubts, brother. ”

   A playful tone on his lips, even in the face of danger. — He understands the risk, the possibility that this could be their end, and yet he would never wish for anything different: to die beside his brother in the heat of battle. Of course he knew Darius was not the type of man to give up, and while those words rightfully should have unsettled any man, Draven remained unyielding.

   There was a chance, and he was going to bet on it. Together, the brothers are unstoppable, and they will forge their paths to victory in blood just as they have done countless times before.

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Would you rather give up your profession/all the fame and perks that come with it or give up your brother?

       “ I’d never give up my brother. “

His answer came without hesitation, drenched in confidence and absolution — never would he give up Darius, not for fame, fortune, or true happiness. He would give up his heart, soul, and very life for his brother, and his loyalty to the might should never be questioned; only fools dared to tread in those waters, and none walked free without spilled blood.

       “ I’d give up everything for Darius. “

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the little 'have they ever been hit / struck by a partner' symbol, so darius knows if he has someone he needs to behead.

L/S/R Headcanons — accepting

💫 Have they ever been hit/struck by a partner?

If Draven didn’t kill most of his partners, Darius would have plenty of people to behead. Draven attracts trashy suitors and potential partners, and more often than not do they push his buttons or heavily restrict his freedoms. He has gotten into physical altercations with past lovers before, whether they be one-night stands or actual relationships, and some have been less than pretty.

Draven often chooses men on the larger scale, some close to or as tall as Darius at times, and he definitely hasn’t walked out of fights unscathed. Of course, most bad fights he’s gotten into have ended with the other party killed. Otherwise, Draven’s let a few go out of courtesy of scaring them and spreading the word that he’s not some pushover.

But Darius is free to hunt them down for sport if he so wishes. Draven won’t care. In fact, they deserve it.

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💕 💖

L/S/R Headcanons — accepting

💕 How easily do they fall in love?

Despite his copious amounts of issues when it comes to people, Draven falls in love fairly easily. This is to assume the conditions are right, and he genuinely finds someone who is the complete opposite of men he most often spends his time with. While he isn’t exactly the type of man to fall in love with anyone who lavishes him in attention and praise, Draven actually ends up falling for men who don’t entertain his unnecessary need for such things.

💖 How do they say ‘I love you’ without really saying it?

This one’s hard to answer considering it hardly ever happens, but he does go out of his way to do small things for someone he loves. Often times it’s hardly noticeable, but considering his general nature to being outlandish and flamboyantly egocentric, going out of his way to do something for someone else speaks volumes. This is a clear indicator that he cares for someone.

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SWAIN

Character Opinions — accepting

My otp: Swain/DariusMy most hated pairing: Swain/LeBlancMy unusual otp: Swain/Jarvan IVMy crossover otp: Swain/Thanatos (another Smite crossover……. I’m weak ok he can ETERNALLY fuel Swain’s magic)My brotp/friendship otp: Swain/Draven 300% I may ship them but their friendship is MMMMMCharacter headcanon: Swain cannot completely fly anymore due to an injury in battle where one of his wings was nearly ripped out by J4. As a result, he can only hover/float for a short period of time.A Gif that shows how I feel about the character:

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"I have to applaud you if you can fill the roles of barber, butcher, and lover all on your own. Cutting hair is beyond me."

   “ Draven started cutting his own hair when he was young; it’s something you gotta learn. Honestly, I wouldn’t trust anyone else to cut my hair considering how difficult it is to tame in the first place. ”

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“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

Worried Starters — accepting

      The fork dances bitterly against porcelain, a screeching symphony of wordless lamentations that played emotional truths that were not written through traditional pen and paper. When one of his nature neglected that which cheered him up, it told tales of something deeper plaguing the mind of man. Garen’s worry was not unnecessary, as Draven understood the implications of care, but it does go unwanted. How does one explain their skepticism? He figured it was a forced reaction to keep the favor of a loved one in his relation: Darius.

      Initially, the question is regarded with silence before Draven rolls his eyes and groans in irritation. Unsure of the proper actions as to not allude to the truer issue, he lets go of the fork with an abrupt ‘clang’ against the plate’s edge.  “ NOTHING’S going on, Garen. ”  His words strike with a particular sharpness, akin to that of a blade’s edge, seeking to dismiss any further discussion or persistence. Though he knew that, perhaps, it wouldn’t be so easy. Garen wasn’t the kind of man to give up so easily, especially when concerned for another. Forcefully does he shove the plate away from himself and continues the only way he knows how.

      “ It’s just that these assholes think it’s okay to tell me that my suit isn’t practical enough for them. So what if the inside fabric has a pattern with my face on it? It’s my suit and my show — they don’t have to fucking like it, though they should because Draven’s the best fucking thing in existence. ”  The ramblings continued on longer than he wanted them to, though perhaps this was his means of ignoring the fact that he, once again, failed to keep a relationship for longer than a week. There was no need to get into the details and specifics — admitting that Garen was better than him in that regard left a sour taste on the tip of his tongue, dulling his taste buds to nothing more than a cotton-dry numbness — so he left it at that.

      A shift in his posture, balancing the chair’s hind legs enough for him to prop his feet up and onto the corner of the table, Draven focuses his gaze on anything but Garen for the time being.  “ Does it matter, anyway? You should be happy that I’m not feeling like myself. Congradu-fucking-lations, Garen, you win this one. ”

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swain vlad and rhaast

Wed, Bed, Behead. — accepting

       “ Gotta behead Vlad. I’m not really a fan of the whole ‘vampire’ vibe. It’s too cliche for my tastes, plus his style is absolutely atrocious. Circus pants were never in style and whoever dresses him should be fired and executed. “

       “ Rhaast is an easy choice for bed, though. I always was a fan of the more inhuman types, and I gotta say he’s right up my alley. I wonder just how creative he could get with those claws and teeth of his. “

       “ Why marry Swain? It’d be disrespectful to decline his invitation should he ask, and he’s also a strong and powerful leader — kind of a silver fox, too, but I won’t say much more than that. He’s one of my closest friends, and if our relationship means swearing my loyalty to him in another light, then so be it. Who am I to deny him that much? Besides, Draven earns more than just the spotlight then. “

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Cherish Ball: Best Pokémon memory

Pokémon Questionnaire — accepting

That’s gotta be when I caught a legendary Pokemon at full health with a Pokéball. It was really, really funny and I remember I was a little confused, but also happy. I want to say it was Kyogre or Groudon, one of those two, but either way it was super funny to me. I also just threw a Pokeball first because someone told me to try it and see what happens.

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Hey quick question why are guys so fucking hot? Also you're doing amazing sweetie.

       “ It’s because the world fully intended for other beautiful men to exist in order to try and balance out my godlike beauty — the world failed, and I still reign supreme. I’ll admit, some of them can catch my eye. Can. It doesn’t mean they have, so don’t get any ideas about trying to put me with anyone. — I also don’t need you to tell me I’m doing amazing, ‘cause Draven’s always amazing ! “

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💔 What was their worst breakup?

L/S/R Headcanons — accepting

Draven’s first long-lasting relationship, actually. He dated a woman named Amarah who had been a Shuriman seeking to utilize her powers elsewhere. When her and Draven dated, she was the definition of an abusive relationship; she had the possessiveness and obsessiveness under her belt, and she managed to convince Draven that Darius didn’t love him as much as she did. This was during Draven’s time away from the field and his brother, where he spent all of his time cleaning up the arena.

Why was it so bad? Due to the regulation that executioners were not permitted to date in favor of avoiding conflict, Draven was forced to kill her or else it’d be the other way around. While she’s still alive, not to his knowledge, he still remembers her being the one exception to his sexuality and how that entire relationship broke him down.

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L/S/R Headcanons — accepting

💋 How old were they when they had their first kiss?

He was roughly fourteen when he had his first kiss, and it was completely accidental and a spur of the moment decision. Draven wasn’t expecting it, though he can’t say he disapproved or disliked it either.

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💓 When did they have their first crush?❤ Have they ever been in love?💕 How easily do they fall in love?💖 How do they say ‘I love you’ without really saying it? 😕 Have they ever said ‘I love you’ without meaning it?

L/S/R Headcanons — accepting

💓 When did they have their first crush?

Draven developed his first crush fairly early in life. It was for someone he once trained with often, mostly because they posed to be a formidable opponent when he was just starting out and it riled him up. Draven challenged them nearly every time, just to prove he could best them, and best them he did. He was roughly thirteen at the time.

❤ Have they ever been in love?

Consequently, yes he has. Draven has been in love about three times in his lifetime, and every time has ended poorly for him. Without confessing his love to two of them, and the third ending up being his most toxic relationship, Draven has come to believe he’s better off loving himself than anyone else in that manner.

💕 How easily do they fall in love?                           & 💖 How do they say ‘I love you’ without really saying it?

Both answered here.

😕 Have they ever said ‘I love you’ without meaning it?

No. Draven isn’t someone who enjoys throwing the word ‘love’ around because he understands what it means, and as someone who’s been on the receiving end of such a thing, he hates it. When Draven says he loves someone or something, he means it, especially because love can mean several things. He wouldn’t bother telling someone he loves them if he didn’t mean it, even if he wanted to be cruel.