#executingegotist

[owlhxnter]

“So suddenly you wanna be the audience for when that Helmet Head tries- and will fail!! To beat me down?”

            “If it isn’t the man of the hour... Oh, from what I heard, the only beating that will be involved will be that of your behind. I think seeing you dominated would be almost as much of a treat as you taking a bath.” 

[ladybuvelle]

The gladiator’s gaze is suddenly wandering towards the muse. He isn’t staring...it’s just a glance.

<Ah, has the bull arrived?~ But you’re not wearing a... cow-fit.>

You know. Like an outfit.

[embrace-the-ethereal]

Leaning over her shoulder and looking down upon the book she had laid out on the desk, he squinted his eyes as he read the page she was on. “Hmm...,” he scratched beneath his tattooed chin “books are lame,” he decides, “why not give Draven all your attention instead?”

“ Books are knowledge, and the more I know then the many more ways to show how much I love you. ”

Of course that had nothing to do with the book she was reading, but making it sound that sweet might make him let her keep reading whenever she found an interesting book.

Her lips would curve into a smile while closing the book to lean back in her chair, moving to reach up and give him a kiss on the cheek.

“ If that's not good enough I can always sit on your lap instead so you get attention while I read. ”

[infernotrigger-a]

“Did you just ask what my name was?” Putting a against his chest, feigning a gesture of theatrical shock. “Oh Samira, you tease too much! How could anyone forget a name like Draven! Maybe you need a little refreasher of how to say my name,” a quick wink was to follow with his teasing words, “c’mon, drinks’ll be on me even,” he offered.

𝕳er eye was only half lidded, unamused expression of slightly angled lips and subtly furrowed brows told the entirety of her answer. It wasn't one he probably wanted to hear.

" Oh yeeeessss, suuuure why noooot, I'll go have drinks with you the great ah- oh, right! " her sarcasm could have ascended Mount Targon, clapping palm tight leather gloves together as she feigned excitement over the very idea, " - the high command's favorite little toy! Dravis! "

[yuhl]

Giving an exaggerated huff as he perched his hands on his hips. “It’s that time of the year again,” he declares, the festive Santa Claus ensamble explaining everything. “Ready to go spread some Snowdown cheer?” A devious grin on his face.

   unprompted / always accepting !               @executingegotist ( DRAVEN ) 

               her mouth tugs WIDE , sharpened incisors scraping her lower lip on their way up , as she presents draven with a ear - to - ear grin .  mischief reaches across her hues like a shooting star  as she lays both palms over his shoulders .  “ always ! ”    her teeth find her lip , intentionally , chewing into the plush         “  but you know what i’m goinna  say ”     pale hands trace down the crimson fabric  , willowy index grazing the white fur lining around his throat ,  and slip underneath the unbuttoned vest.  nails dig into his shirt , scraping a path downwards , until they suddenly curl and grip between the buttons .    “   this would look much  better on me  ”      she pulls , jerking him closer , unceremoniously pushing the tip of their noses into each other             “   GIVE  it to me   ”

[voidhunting]

“Expectations are high for this big comeback! Care to share any thoughts about your fans hype and what they can expect?” Draven shoves the microphone in Kai sa’s direction. Eagerly awaiting a response. Prime time Draven lol))

      the microphone almost hits her in the nose as she had leaned over, too used to journalists barely making the effort to hand it to her. her eyes went wide for a second as she pulled back by reflex. far from taking it badly, she laughs, amused by the situation and happy to see someone with an eagerness matching her own. tucking her bang with a finger behind her ear so it’d stay out of her face, she takes a deep breath before answering the man.  

      ‘ expectations are high on both sides! our fans have been waiting for our return. they are hungry, and so are we. ‘  she pauses, both to make herself waited and to organize her thoughts so she doesn’t slip up. even if she looks at ease, interviews are still something she struggles with.  ‘ we know we took our time to announce our comeback. but we felt it was a necessary cost when your aim is to be the top of the top. we’ve worked hard to bring the best to our fans, and if it had meant taking 6 more months or another year, i believe we would have done so. because that’s how we work. we give our hardest at all time, we pour our heart and soul into it and deliver only what we feel is the best. that’s how we are and that’s how we want k/da to be. ‘  another pause as the rogue bang is chased away from her face again.  ‘ i can’t say much about the new album without spoiling the surprise even if the wait is killing me, and trust me it does. i haven’t been able to sleep properly for weeks now, that’s how eager i am for us to reveal our new project to the world. ‘  she lets out another laugh, genuinely thrilled, before clearing her throat and straightening her position and regaining her seriousness.  ‘ what i can tell you: we’re back. it will be different from our first song, but it’s still us. we are more confident, more experienced and ready to prove it wasn’t ‘just a lucky shot’ or a ‘one hit thing’. we are back and we are going to remind everybody who’s wearing the crown ‘  her voice had gained in intensity and passion as she talked and by the end of it, she was sitting on the edge of her seat, eyes burning with a fierce fire. once done, she leans back into her chair before adding with a wink.  

      ‘ oh and this time, i don’t ‘just’ sing the chorus. ‘

[ofironloyalty]

“Hey! Why dontcha tell your old man boyfriend to get down in the ring and fight me already?!”

— ❝ i have a husband, not a boyfriend. also, i am pretty certain he is not warrior who fights in pits either. the man you are looking for is in another ‘ castle ‘. ❞

@executingegotist

[formercrimsonelite]

@executingegotist cont. from here.

Obviously she was stronger than some weakling with a death sentence, yet still. The axe thrower's acknowledgment of her strength did spark a good amount of pride in Riven's heart. The corner of her lips tugged itself up in a smirk.

She relaxed her stance as he called for a break, and nodded. "Sure, a break does sound wise," she agreed, the adrenaline from earlier running its course, and leaving the woman feeling ready to drop. Not that she'd admit that now, at least to such a degree.

"I suppose that's true anyway... I've watched you work, and I've heard others describe what a spectacle it can be to witness." She paused and reached over to grab a bottle of water she'd set aside before they began. "I admit... I'm surprised you managed to turn a gloomy job into something...exciting for witnesses."

[trialofaxes]

“Hey there, good lookin’.” ;{)

“Well hello~”  He smirks, his eyes tracing over the other’s-- his own(?) form.  “Come here often?”

[prodigal-ezreal]

Usually, Ezreal tries to keep himself as far from Noxian territory as possible. But considering The Empire’s ever expanding borders and the fact that their cities and full of ancient history, urban legends and lost relics, it’s hard for the Explorer to keep himself away for too long. After all, it’ll take more than some omnious black petals on his backpack (which, thanfully there were none on sight this time) and some old man with a bird fetish to keep him away from Valoran’s most interesting secrets.

With this in mind, he is nursing a drink between his hands in some down town bar in the capital where he is supposed to meet with another informant, hopefully alive this time, in a few day’s time. Experience has taught him it is better to make his presence familiar at his meet up points so that the sight of a new handsome face doesn’t catch everyone’s attention when he least wants it. Ezreal brings the glass to his lips, welcoming the sweet burning sensation that only Noxian liquor knew how to bring, even if it was low end stuff like this. The alcohol was stronger than he was used to in Piltover or his travels, but he was past the point of complaining as his eyes lazily went over the crowd, hoping not to find a pair staring back.

He was about to take another sip when the door busted open and the host’s face went from sour to luminous in a matter of seconds. It was dazzling, to be honest. If watching the bastard son of a grumpy shark and a bear smile was worth that adjetive. When he turns to see what’s the big deal he sees a big man walks down the stairs like he owned the place, flashing his grin to men and women alike across the room as he made his way to the bar. His green eyes fall on Ezreal for a moment, Maybe sizing him up? Maybe waiting to hear his adulation join with the rest of the crowd? Doesn’t matter. Cos all Ezreal gave him was a soft, short laugh and the quick exhale of air through his nostrils.

Who was this guy, anyways?

@executingegotist

[ladybuvelle]

@executingegotist (From here x )

Had she not been able to anticipate his eagerness Sona surely would have flown off the mech’s shoulder. Her own heels dug in, mentally and physically grounding herself as the speed whipped her long, pale hair violently around.

The annoying thing about “common” machines - tanks, drones, planes, mechs - was the inability to control them or perceive their automated movements. Without a real brain there was nothing for Sona to connect with. No psychic mind-hacking to be had there. No seeing them before they were a threat. Only the more specialized psycho-AI machines the BRG employed in specific circumstances had any chance of being effected that way, if barely. So taking over Draven’s mech was out of the question.

The flip side, of course, is all such war machines were little more than toys anyway. Things to be cast aside if they got in her way. This one just happened to be useful right now. And its pilot, who very much had a brain that she could very much read, was very accommodating. She found that quite curious.

A thrill seeker? Ah. This one thrives on trouble. That could be a problem. That could be useful. It would likely be both.

She could feel a familiar vibration as they rapidly approached Sona’s target location. Her GEIST unit was near. Of all psycho-AI capable machines it was perhaps one of the most advanced - and especially tuned to Sona.

<We are approaching the target> she alerted Draven, <You may leave me here. It’s me they ultimately want.>

[zyrc]

response to @executingegotist

“ I wouldn’t expect a fool like yourself to understand. My children eat every living and breathing thing they are given. If you believe that they need to eat a ‘fine’ meal...”

Zyra leans closer towards, Draven. Just a few inches away from his face.

“ Would you like to offer yourself first?”

[embrace-the-ethereal]

Draven aggressively kneaded the dough onto the kitchen counter. Allowing Lux to occupy his home and make station in the kitchen for her baking and confection concoctions. Draven fixed the dough with a glare, hands on his hips as he figured he had put too much flour, but trying to make it work. “Draven’s dough is ready, now what?” He drops the lumpy mess onto the counter in front of Lux as he cracked a grin.

Blinking would occur before words as ocean blue eyes shifted to gaze up at the smiling male before looking back down to the lump of dough that had been no less than completely manhandled before the soft string of laugher broke from the smaller woman's lips.

  “ Um Darling, You’re supposed to treat it with love not like it’s a convict in the arena. But you’ve done great so far. . . . Though would you maybe like some help, It isn’t supposed to be lumpy-  “

[thelightofdemacia]

➰ ((sounds like fun hehe))

Send➰ to change change change 

“Chech... this... guns!”. The flexing she was performing, totally Draven’s. The kind of schoolgirl giggling and awkward poses, more Lux’s than anything. “I’m huuuuge, look at my arms, look at them Draven! Yes, you have to look up, I’m sorry I’m small, ok? But check thiiiis!”

Aaaand even more flexing.

[hidterrae-a]

"You're idea of an entertaining show is... an execution?" Delphine cringed at the idea, looking at blood and gore to the amusement of others.

@executingegotist

[ahri-thefoxylady]

executingegotist

“Apparently he’s my child as well.”

“Well.. thats certainly an odd combination of people...” 

She eyed him, ears flicking back and up again.

“How strange...”