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something something @kinkcu ‘s Darius is exclusive to my Draven. Something something Draven’s last name is ‘Valentius’ bc he thinks its cooler then his actual last name ( Einhardt ) and it sounds better for the arenas.

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@withinchains sent: ❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜ (snickering)

It’s quite easy for him to cage her like this—in comparison she is so small and delicate against his frame; his forearm rests upon the wall; right above Morgana’s head as he leans down; lips pulled back into a wide grin that exposes perfect teeth. His gaze slowly trails her form up and down before a chuckle leaves him, low in sound as he tilts his head ever so slightly.

“You think I’m cute, huh?” Draven can’t help but sneer his words as fingers grip onto Morgana’s jaw and he tilts her head in a way that forces her to look at him; the MMA fighter cocking his head to the side oh so slightly before his thumb gently moves to run along her cheekbone. To him, she’s delicate—fragile. If anything; he’s afraid he might get her with his calloused hands and strong grip.

It lessens as he leans in closer to her—just barely enough for lips to touch before he pulls back; a scoff leaving him as his grip lessens and eventually he lets her go; his hands playing against the wall as he uses it for leverage to push himself back.

“‘Cute’ isn’t really Draven’s style.”

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         always   avoiding   wandering   eyes   was   she   when   it   came   to   her   ever   so  frequent    rendezvous   with   the   man   ,   never   a   fan   of   causing   the   next   headliner   of   some   article   to   bore   her   name   in   any   light   other   than   to   promote  Feathers   Entertainment.    even   with   such   a   ridiculous  worry    to   linger   upon   the   back   of   her   mind   ,   it   never   once   stopped   her.   nor   did   his   varmint   personality   and   antics.   truth   be   told   ,   she   found   a   bit   of  enjoyment    in   his   cockiness   ,   especially   when   it   seemed   to   sway   in   slight   towards   her.   she   was   use   to   dealing   with   clashing   personalities   to   her   own   ,   she   could   handle  Draven.

                                 well   ,   she   believed   she   could.

                                            in   this   moment   ,   she   was   questioning   that   herself.

             the   second   that   door   had   shut   had   they   come   together   like   magnets   ,   a   lustful   grappling   and   neediness   that   laced   its   way   through   hungered   lips   and   shared   breath.   there   were   times   when   they   were  calmer    ,   that   as   the   night   proceeded   did   they   wind   out   tangled   leg   over   leg   and   staring   at   the   ceiling   above   them.   and   yet   ,   times   like   this   ,   where   patience   seemed   to   have   slipped   away   was   she   finding   herself   pinned   between   taut   form   and   the   door   as   his   hands   wandered   with   aim   to   pull   her   dress   up   her   legs.

                        ❛   we   have   -   ❜         was   muttered   against   the   connection   of   lips   ,   a   mere   gasp   of   air   taken   only   to   be   suffocated   away   by   his   own   tiers   and   tongue   alike.   her   fingers   threaded   into   dark   locks   ,   a  slight    tight   grip   and   pull   to   pry   him   away   ,   only   to   revel   that   ever   impudent   smile   he   seemed   to   adorn.           ❛   Draven   ,   we   have   all   night.   let   me    breathe.   ❜ 

    ' where   is   the   fun   in   that?   '

             an   eyeroll   is   given   back   ,   having   at   least  expected    him   to   open   his   mouth.   and   yet   ,   even   with   her   plea   for   a   moment   did   he   challenge   her   ,   and   of   course   she   succumbed   to   it   without   another   thought.   as   annoying   as   it   was   ,   she   quite   found   the   MMA   fighter  addicting.    between   the   way   he   read   her   body   with   ease   ,   the   way   his   gruffed   hands   handled   her   with   both   gentleness   and  directness    ,   and   his   inexcusable   way   of   drawing   certain  delights    from   her   that   she   had   tucked   away   to   be   ignored   by   near   anyone   else. 

             before   she   could   think   on   anything   else   ,   however   ,   she   was   being   hoisted   up   by   her   thighs.   legs   wrapped   loosely   around   his   waist   ,   as   did   her   arms   along   his   shoulders   and   nape   to   keep   balance.   still   ,   he   didn't   seem   to   pull   away   from   her   lips   as   he   carried   her   around   until   making   way   to   the   room.   only   to   .   .   .  plop    her   onto   the   bed.

                        ❛   ugh   ,   how   do   you   go   from   being   a   gentleman   to   being   a   pain   in   my   ass   in   such   a   quick   way?   ❜         she   groans   ,   staring   up   at   him   from   her   propped   position   with   elbows   angled   behind.   she   watched   his   hands   work   the   belt   of   his   pants   ,   a   laugh   escaping   the   others   lips.

    ' oh   ,   i   can   be   a   pain   in   your   ass   if   you -   '

                        ❛   stop.   ❜         

             she   wanted   to   roll   her   eyes   yet   again   ,   even   possibly   push   him   away   with   the   heel   of   her   shoe   ,   but   no   matter   the   raunchy   words   that   seemed   to   slip   from   the   other   did   she   keep   a   steady   gaze   upon   the   motions   his   hands   provided.   at   ease   it   was   for   him   to   undo   buckle   and   buttons   alike.   of   course   ,   this   wasn't   the   first   time   she   had   watched   him   do   such.   but   each   time   ,   she   finds   herself  aching    in   a   way   that   none   other   have   made   her   ,   watching   as   hardened   length   is   released   from   its   confines   and   pumped   non-chalantly   before   her. 

             she   could   already   feel   that   she   was   wet  (   how   mundane   it   was   to   get   so   excited   simply   from  kissing    him )  and   only   more   so   with   such   a   sight   presented.   his   fingers   leave   himself   only   to   flutter   along   the   exposed   skin   of   her   thighs   from   where   he   hiked   up   her   dress   ,   parting   her   legs   further   to   merely   dip   fingers   against   the   silken   undergarment   she   wore.

             and   bypassing   them   without   hesitation   to   draw   digits   against   silken   wet   lips   ,   a   chuckle   elating   the   man.   she   would   glare   ,   groan   with   irritation   ,   but   the   sensation   brings   forth   a   sigh   of   contentment   and   hips   shifting   into   his   touch.

    '   you   were   already   ready   ,   huh?   '

         ah   ,  there    was   the   irritated   groan.   in   response   do   ankles   hook   behind   his   thighs   ,   merely   pulling   him   flush   against   the   edge   of   the   bed   in   which   she   laid.           ❛   i   know   you   like   the   sound   of   your   own   voice   ,   but   i   am   begging   ,   if   you're   going   to   use   your   mouth   to   use   it   for   something    better.   ❜         a   hand   rises   and   shes   grappling   the   front   of   his   shirt   ,   pulling   him   down   until  she    can   claim  his    lips   for   herself.   his   fingers   continued   their   insertion   ,   massaging   and   proding   her   entrance   and   walls   alike   ,   at   least   with  minimal    thought   before   retracting   away.   still   clothed   ,   which   she   would   find   annoyance   with  later    ,   his   hands   lower   to   himself   and   hips   align   with   her   own.   he   drags   the   length   of   his   cock   along   the   garment   of   her   panties   before   thumb   moves   them   aside   once   again   ,   only   to   slowly   insert   himself   within   her.

         and   every   time   it   draws   an   audible   moan   from   the   musician.   each   inch   slid   its   way   with   ease   inside   her   ,   legs   tightening   along   his   own   until   he   was   flushed   against   her   hips.   and   his   hands   were   already   gripping   her   hips   ,  tight    enough   to   keep   control   yet   not   enough   to   hurt   her.   her   own   digits   relenquished   his   shirt   ,   one   to   fall   upon   his   wrist   in   her   own  vice    grip   ,   the   other   arm   falling   over   her   mouth   to   muffle   the   tones   of   delight   that   were   erupting   with   each   gradual   thrust   he   presented.

' look   at   you   -   '

                             shut   up   shut   up   shut   up   shut   up   shu-

'   - acting   all   shy   when   you   take   me   so   well.   '

         pink   flourished   across   each   exposed   area   of   flesh   ,   embarrassed   and   arousal   prominent   in   its   painting.   and   yet   ,   it   only   grew   more   as   his   ministrations   continued   to   climb   in   not   only   pace   ,   but   heft   of   collision   of   hips.   feeling   herself   stretch   and   release   around   him   ,   his   fingers   curling   under   her   rear   to   lift   her   more   for   that  perfect    angle   ,   she   couldn't   help   the   glazed   over   look   that   was   soon   finding   itself   way   upon   her   expressionism.   she   could   hear   him   talking   ,  he   always   talked    ,   but   she   couldn't   understand   a   word   he   was   saying.   she   was   so   focused   ,   her   body   trembling   with   need   already.  he   felt   so   good.  

         he   reached   forward   and   took   her   wrist   ,   removing   it   from   her   face   to   simply   pin   it   over   her   head.   a   fleeting   glance   turns   his   way   ,   features   adorning   each   and   every   little   desire   filled   need   that   swayed   through   her   body   every   time   his   cock   was   thrust   into   her.   he   was   leaning   over   her   ,   smiling   that   ever   cocky   smile   of   his.

'   look   at   that   pretty   expression.   i   always   knew   you   could   make   one.   '

         his   voice   was   oddly  gentle    yet   the   patronizing   sensation   of   his   words   brings   forth   a   half-assed   laugh   from   her.   hand   twists   under   his   grasp   until   she   is   able   to   pull   it   loose   ,   soon   to   simply   lace   their   fingers   together   ,   her   grip  tight.    no   matter   how   embarrassed   she   felt   beneath   him   and   his   near   oogling   gaze   ,   she   couldn't   discredit   the   way   he   made   her   flourish   with   a   certain   taste   of  lust    when   he   had   her   like   this.   head   leans   forward   a   bit   more   ,   merely   brushing   lips   against   his   for   a   moment   only   to   fall   back   again   ,   bucking   her   hips   into   his   continuous   pathing.

                    ❛   consider   it.   .   .   a   gift   for   doing.   .   so   good.   so   good.   ❜

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@seekslight sent: OVERSTIMULATED ]:  sender  repeatedly  making  receiver  orgasm. but reversed. you didn't see me here!!!

Now, what would anybody think if they had caught Demacia’s little blonde mage and Noxus’ renowned Executioner together like this? A pair that one would never cross someone’s mind—a pair that could strike Draven as committing treason. But oh, how she had him wrapped around her finger, despite him unwilling to admit it.

“Look at you, Princess,” The word is spoken like a tease, a gruff yet soft whisper against her ear; the sounds she makes for him feel like more then the chanting from the arena. It was a…different kind of adrenaline rush. The way she says his name so delicately between her moans; how she begs for him not to stop, makes a grin appear upon his features as his face buries into the crook of her neck. His breath is hot and heavy as he trails his lips down her delicate neck; nipping and suckling flesh to paint watercolour shades of purple; strong hands gripping firmly onto her hips to keep her in place as he slams into Luxanna, feeling her body tremble underneath him.

“I didn’t expect you to be so good for me,” he taunts—despite how hard each thrust of his seemed to be, there was a surprising amount of gentleness to the way he touched her—the way he spoke to her. Despite the bruising and the grip he had on her, it was clear that he didn’t want to physically harm her, but the more her voice continued to echo in his ears, the faster his movements had gotten as he felt her tense around him for her third orgasm of the night, which elicited a moan from him.

“You just don’t quit. I like that.” Draven sneered; he couldn’t help but talk—he loved the sound of his own voice as many would know, but he took the time to listen to her—she was so captivating—he didn’t understand how she could bend him to her will like this.

His movements didn’t stop—he wasn’t giving her break. He could get one more out of her—he was certain. “Just one more, Lux—Then it’s my turn to finish.”

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&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  dialogue  prompts  to  send  to  your  worst  enemy  (affectionate).  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜

❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜

❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜

❛ do us both a favor. stay away from me. ❜

❛ you really are an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜

❛ sometimes i think you must hate me. ❜

❛ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ❜

❛ if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. ❜

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

❛ well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. ❜

❛ just stay out of my way. ❜

❛ of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ❜

❛ what is it you want this time? ❜

❛ sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. ❜

❛ do you honestly think this is easy for me? ❜

❛ why would i ever want to be friends with you? ❜

❛ can we please just talk? ❜

❛ there is nothing for us to talk about. ❜

❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜

❛ oh, so now you care? ❜

❛ there is something deeply wrong with you. ❜

❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜

❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜

❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜

❛ don't pretend you give a shit about me. ❜

❛ you're an idiot, but... i trust you. ❜

❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜

❛ wait, did you just say that i'm cute? ❜

❛ we're not good for each other. ❜

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

❛ don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? ❜

❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜

❛ i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. ❜

❛ maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. ❜

❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜

❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜

❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜

❛ is that a challenge? ❜

❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜

❛ i don't think i've ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ you never cared about me, so why now? ❜

❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜

❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜

❛ i don't have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

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🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (  some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action.  )

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&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

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@seekslight sent: warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning. but it can be an axe, for soulfigther!draven and soulfighter!lux could have a little sparring hehe :3 // BUT CAT IS DOING IT PROPERLY THIS TIME BECAUSE LAST NIGHT SHE DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO FUCKING READ.

Whatever this relationship was, well…it was difficult to explain.

The arena’s Golden Boy grunts; the arena empty aside from the two of them; Draven agreeing to spar with Lux when she asked—and quite frankly, he was thoroughly impressed with her. He falls to the ground when she catches him off guard; surprised when his axe flies through the air and she catches it; the howling blade now pressed against his throat. Lips pull into a wide grin, eyes shaped crescent with mirth behind the blue tinted glass. “And here I thought you were delicate, Princess.” He sneered, bringing his thumb and index finger up to his mouth; a loud whistle coming from him as the axe howled and dissipated into a wisp of soul energy, swirling around Lux briefly before moving to circle around Draven; the energy taking the form of one of the twin wolves as it sat next to him.

“You actually surprised me.” He shrugs, getting to his feet and dusting himself off, before grabbing the axe that was lodged into the ground; giving it a quick little spin before he pointed it at her; that grin returning and a brow raising. He had to admit—he didn’t think she had it in her. It gave him a new appreciation for her. Another whistle; and the pink hued dogs body dissipates; forming back into an axe in his empty hand.

“Let’s see if you can do it again.”

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@spellforce sent: “ being afraid and being unwilling are two completely different things. ” for one canon timeline ez that is most definitely in over his head somewhere in Noxus :^)

Cornering the blonde like a cat cornering a mouse—emerald gaze carefully trained on Ezreal with no intent of letting him go quite yet. A chuckle rumbles from Draven’s chest as he towers over the smaller; the top of an axe resting carefully beneath the blonde’s chin and tilting it upwards ever so slightly, lips pulled back into a grin that may have made Draven a bit more menacing.

“Don’t you know where you are?” A simple question that should do expect a simple answer. Noxians we’re not too kind to outsiders of their country, so Ezreal sauntering into the place was dangerous. Though, Draven knew this already—The brat seemed to dance with death in dangerous situations frequently, somehow managing to snake out of death’s grasp at the right time. Shurimans hated him—and Draven was certain he was on Noxus’s shit list, too.

“Doesn’t matter. Trespassing gives you a one way ticket to the arena—Draaaven’s arena,” a smirk twitches at his lips as the other axe twirls idly in his free hand with the anticipation of potential bloodshed; head cocking to the side ever so slightly.

“Wonder if you can make it through that.”

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@seekslight sent: warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning. but it can be an axe, for soulfigther!draven and soulfighter!lux could have a little sparring hehe :3

There’s a grin that spreads upon Draven’s features; like a hungry predator—an animal that stalked it’s prey and finally managed to corner it. A reward for his hard work—something to devour. All of that read in bright white teeth and a sharp gaze that peered through blue tinted glasses—a guttural, wolfish growl humming from his axe before he laughs, taking a step back and giving a shrug as slams one axe into the dirt, twirling the other idly in his hand.

“You got close, Princess.” Draven sneers—light hearted despite his gloating behaviour; the shape of the axes becoming a wisp of energy before taking the forms of the two soul dogs; who don’t seem to hesitate making their way up to Lux in a friendly manner; tails wagging as they sat at her feet which elicited a huff from the blonde man who crossed his arms over his chest.

“Guess they want a break.” His nose wrinkles softly. “Well, you did better then last time. I’ll give you that. Buuuut it’ll still take more work if you wanna beat the Golden Boy of the Arena!”

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okay I’m gonna try writing on here and Ez before I sleep bc this iconning shit is pissing me off. I never had this problem before. I’m so annoyed. I’ll be iconless here u til I can figure it tf out.

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I’m about to say fuck it and just use it. But it looks SO ugly on dark mode because there’s still little pieces of white everywhere….I’m just thinking about giving up. I’m so mad.

I’ve been trying to make this Draven border for hours and nothing I’m doing is ridding of this fucking white background ( has to do with the pads I’m using) and I’m gonna rip my hair out

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I’ve been trying to make this Draven border for hours and nothing I’m doing is ridding of this fucking white background ( has to do with the pads I’m using) and I’m gonna rip my hair out

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@cyfaredd sent: ❛ I see you’re still alive then. Good choice. ❜ [ from Swain :) ]

The blood that coats his face & bare chest reeks strongly of iron; a smell far too familiar to the Noxian Executioner. Teeth grit down sharply as he allows the wound along his chest to to weep crimson; a hiss leaving through clenched teeth as he presses his hand to it and smears the blood.

It’s not often that the prey lands a hit upon him—especially a cut that stung right to his bones. He thinks nothing of it; despite the heaving chest; despite the droplets that pool to the ground as Draven rests upon one knee—weak he is not; but any other man would have succumbed to this pain. Draven, however, was most stubborn; teeth grit at he pushed himself to his feet; the body of the man who did this sliced in two. In the end, Draven still won, which was what mattered to him in the long run.

“Of course Draven’s alive,” he sneers; a lighthearted tone lashed amongst the pain as broad shoulders shrug, hand flicking red to the ground as his own blood stains his palm. The dizziness sets in; though he ignores it.

Stubborn.

“What, you come to rain on my parade, Swain?” He snickers; green gaze falling upon the older man, dark brow raising slightly as he holds his arms out to the side in pride, lips pulling back into a grin.

“Gotta keep things interestin’, right?”

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@deathdxnces you don’t understand!!! I saw this specific piece of fanart once and that was IT FOR ME!!! They’re so cute 😭

Credit.

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@noxianwill sent: ‘it’s all a matter of perspective.’

“Is it? ‘Cause from what I see, perspective doesn’t matter. They come into the arena, I give people a show, and the prosecuted submit to death via Draaaaven.”

His tone is sarcastic as he lounges in cold throne of the Noxkraya arena; one axe propped up next to the side of it and leaning against it, the other in his free hand; spinning idly in a slow rotation as his cheek rests in the palm of his hand, dark brows furrowed as the Executioner looks beyond the empty arena; blood dried in several places and the trails from his axes still looking fresh, despite the spectacle ending mere hours ago.

Lips pull into a fine line briefly before another huff leaves the beast of a man, Draven rising from his seat and stepping closer to the edge to admire the scenery of bloodshed before looking at Katarina over his shoulder; expression less then impressed by her presence or whatever advice she was trying to give him. One could suspect that Draven was in one of his moods—nothing unusual there. He was always confident in his little spectacle; thriving on the thrill land adrenaline that came from chanting of his name, but something was…off.

“Do you usually try to give unwanted advice, Kat? Didn’t take you for the type.” He sneers, shrugging broad shoulders before pointing the axe he still held in his one hand towards the pit. “What I think, regardless of perspective”, a quick glance to her. “Is that we get one of those Demacian Crownguard brats in there and see how well they do against me. Now THAT’S a show!”

A scowl graces his features. Bah. He moves back to said throne and falls into it; leaning the axe he held next to the other before crossing his arms over his chest. A rut—he was in a rut.

“Whatever. Keep talking. Maybe you’ll eventually say something interesting.”

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draven calling garen and lux “Demacian Crownguard brats” when I ship him with Lux is really fucking funny to me