DARIUS

WHEN THERE IS NO ENEMY WITHIN, THE ENEMIES OUTSIDE CANNOT HURT YOU.

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Everything was going well. 

Then suddenly he wasn’t so well. Jayce could feel sweat beginning to form on his brow. The muscles in his face grew strained and he was thankful for the helmet protecting his identity. Jayce’s numbed hand gripped the table tightly as he spoke with a steady voice. He was sure he would break it with his strength but the table held strong. A couple more minutes…

There. 

The meeting was adjourned and Jayce hastily turned to make his escape before he could collapse. “ Apollo, excuse me! I have much to still discuss with you!” Called a strong female voice. She approached him, smiling delicately, silk gloves dirtied and dark eyes gleaming with deceitful intent. Annoyance stung him sharply. Jayce raised his hand dismissively. He was sure he was about to give out. Breathing was hard and he had to focus on that instead of speaking and wasting energy uselessly. 

Then he felt a firm touch against his waist, a gripping hand that held his weak body upright without drawing attention. Jayce let out a quiet breath, turning his head to see Darius standing tall beside him. His face remained impassive, a heavy wall of stone and impressive aptitude for leadership. Jayce almost envied it in that fleeting moment. 

“My General and Commander have much to discuss as well about future plans at the moment. You may direct your questions to me or contact him at a later date,” Swain spoke, still sitting at his chair, finger hooked to motion the woman to him. She faltered, shaking her head with a tight smile. 

Jayce wasn’t watching anymore, wasn’t listening. He let his head slide against Darius’ chest. His legs felt like there were bees inside, buzzing and vibrating with painful activity. Darius muttered something and lead him out of the room and into an empty and dim hallway. Jayce collapsed and Darius caught him with a grunt. 

Dizziness assailed Jayce and he hadn’t been aware that they were already in Darius’ room until he felt the plush coolness of the bed beneath him. He heard the door shut and struggled to lift his hand up to press the release on his helmet. Darius swooped down and felt around the metal. There was a click, a hiss, then relief as cool air hit Jayce’s face. He breathed raggedly. 

“What the hell happened?” Darius asked roughly and placed Jayce’s helmet onto a nearby table. He was back beside him to brush Jayce’s messy hair back. “Weakness,” Jayce wheezed out. “Weakness in the legs. It happens occasionally from time to time. Rarely. My legs give out and it’s hard to breathe.” Darius glanced at Jayce’s weak knee. “Will it affect your performance in battle?” he asked. “No. But if it does I trust you to deal with me quickly if I ever become a liability. It’s just a side effect from the accident I had that took my arm.” Jayce laughed weakly, falling into a quiet sigh at the end.  

Darius touched his knee and Jayce didn’t respond except for the slightest twitch in his fingers. He peered at Darius wearily, hearing his own pulse in his ears. Darius’ touch was curious at first, almost cautious as if he was fragile. Jayce hated that. He was not fragile, he was not weak and Darius should know this more than anyone. 

Jayce narrowed his eyes. His hand darted forward with swift fire to grab Darius’ wrist. “Don’t treat me softly,” he hissed. 

Don’t treat me gently, he thought almost miserably. 

Don’t make me feel. 

Their eyes met and there was a silence between them for a moment before Jayce finally let go, dropping his head tiredly against the sheets.

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My boy, my home boy, where is my home boy at yo

//Home boy got swept away and forgot Darius existed…

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//Hello

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    Those words stilled the room. Even Draven’s anger seemed to melt a bit as Darius’ voice nestled into the uncomfortable silence. Regardless, Draven did not back away or let his eyes leave his brother’s.

   “Good. You bloody well should be.” Draven’s voice was quieter than before but no less firm and unwavering. “Let that feeling settle in the pit of your stomach. The way it makes your insides feel as empty as a week without food. How, at the same time, it makes you nauseous and dizzy and faint. Let yourself feel that and realize that is exactly how I feel about you.”

   Draven did not shy away from the confession. He never did have trouble being comfortable with his emotions, especially concerning Darius. Draven still looked him in the eyes, heart and mind naked for him.

   “But if you leave and you die, you are putting your little brother through that loss that you are so fucking afraid of.”

   Draven was afraid too, told by his tremble that was no longer angry. His voice growled in frustration as he spoke. Darius was brilliant. Even people who were not Draven could see that. But only his brother got to swear under his breath about the obvious things Darius missed in his meticulously laid out plans. Draven was there to catch them, though. That was his role as the younger brother.

“I won’t.” Darius replies immediately, the words practically rushing themselves out of his mouth. "I won’t die.” He takes his words a pace slower as he holds Draven between his hands. They squeeze his arms tightly as if his grip could quell the tremble in his brother’s body.

Yet no matter how firmly Darius holds him, the trembling does not stop. The quiver reaches down to Draven’s fingers and makes his knees weak to the point that Darius is afraid his brother will collapse without his hold. The sight makes him think of dirty, dangerous streets, of the optimism he had to spit out to keep his brother smiling.

But that was when they were children.

“Draven.” He lets his brother go and puts his open hand between them, awaiting Draven to join with him. “Enlist with me.”

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//Ah while I was gone it looks like I passed 100 followers

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Their first impression:

“Monster!”

Xin was disturbed, and afraid. He couldnt get a read on Darius, and Darius was completely different from any other other guards who took sick pleasure in hurting him. Darius was also one of the few who could truly subdue him. The fact that he didn’t seem to enjoy putting him down disturbed Xin more than the gaurds who did.

Their current impression:

“He is dead to me.”

Xin Zhao is disturbed and uneasy. He hasn’t seen Darius since the day he left Noxus, but he’s seen pictures and he’s heard of Darius’ swift climb to become the Hand. If he could, he would never see that man again… but with their positions in the political chain, that hope is unlikely.

What they like the most about your muse:

“Should I be grateful he was not as wretched as the rest?”

If Xin HAD to push… probably the fact that Darius kept pushing him to survive, even if in the most awful ways. If Xin didn’t survive, he wouldn’t have saved Jarvan II’s life…

What they dislike the most about your muse:

“It would be easier to ask me what I didn’t like about that man.”

He hates the way Darius looks at him like he’s some sort of experiment. 

What your muse is for them ( Friend, lover, rival ecc.):

Enemy

A general opinion of their relationship:

Darius was the catalyst to Xin’s survival, but there’s nothing that can be really salvaged outside of that relationship. Xin would have went straight to Darius and killed him first if he was able to reach him before he fell to the poison during the Fleshing raid.

If applicable, something they wish to reveal:

Xin has always been upfront about how much they hated him.

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"Fair day, general. You are looking positively giddy today. To me, you have always been a peculiar case; the lasting effects of warfare have turned you into quite the jovial man." Elise tilts her head back to look at Darius, showing her pearly teeth in a little grin. He might not appreciate the humor she sees in surprise spiders, so instead she offers sarcasm in the hopes that it will go straight over his head.

The bottom of Darius’ left eye pulses in a suppressed twitch. His eyebrows furrow in confusion as he tries to feel what sort of expression he has on his face right now. A jovial man? Giddy?

“What are you on about, you-- oh.”

His face eases. It’s a joke.

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Confusion bloomed on his face at the guard’s words, much like how pain bloomed in his chest as the man dropped the heavy weight of his boot against his bruised and fractured ribs. Xin cried out, the sharp noise cracking the hushed silence of their exchanged words with pain and fury as Xin writhed. Adrenaline pumped through his system as his legs kicked out, moving to grab the man by his ankle and relieve the pressure.

Was he crazy? Was he planning on killing Xin right here in the darkness? Had Xin misjudged him? Hatred bubbled with a renewed surge of strength, and with a roaring shout that echoed through the open door and down the halls Xin mustered what little strength he had left in his battered body to strike out. His waist twisted with the same flexibility he showed in the Arena as he moved to strike the larger man behind the knee of his standing leg.

The Ionian didn’t wait to see if his strike had been strong enough to knock the man over, taking his chance immediately when the pressure lifted, though slightly, to shove the boot off of his chest and roll further back into the cell.

Blood dripped from reopened wounds as Xin staggered to a stand, reaching back to lean against cold stone walls. Bloodshot eyes glared in the flickering flame of the lantern as his body shook with wracking wet coughs.

“You’re wrong!” His shout was a hoarse bark, the sound more befitting of an enraged animal than a man. “Who are you to decide who deserves to live or die?!”

The contact of Xin Zhao’s kick to his leg causes Darius to stumble but not fall. His anticipation of force keeps him on his feet. A smile seems to appear on his face, perhaps for the most fleeting of moments, but it could have just been the dim light playing tricks. He deserved that kick, he thinks, it was low, and yet he would not have had it any other way.

He looks at Xin Zhao like he is a cornered dog, half starved and fur wet and matted by abuse and ticks, and yet… Xin Zhao stands. He shouts his words and more daringly, he challenges Darius in a room that might very well be his deathbed.

“I don’t decide these things. Everyone on this world decides for themselves. If they choose to be weak, to hide behind others, or to needlessly sacrifice for those who have given up… They are already dead. I only see it and call it like it is.”

Darius picks up the lantern off the floor by its handle and raises it until enough light reveals both of their faces. Darius’ eyes bear directly onto Xin Zhao and his head is straight. If Xin Zhao could stand up properly, Darius would not look down more than he had to.

“If only you could see yourself right now,” he says, “you’d see the eyes of a man who wants to survive.”

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   Draven met Darius head on. Even the daunting fury in his brother’s eyes could not put out the fire in the sea green Noxian storm of Draven’s own. Draven let his brother shout. He wanted him to shout. To stop being so stubbornly cold and reserved. Darius was not the only one with strength on his side.

  “If its bigger than us then why are you leaving me out of it!”

  Draven shouted, shoving with the full weight of his body since his arms were captured. The full force of his push took him off his balance. His hands gripped the front of Darius’ shirt instinctively either to keep from falling or to keep his brother from trying to escape this conflict. Never once did his eyes leave his brother’s.

Back against the wall, Darius’ open mouth shuts right at his teeth. He grunts loudly as he is forced to take Draven’s entire weight against him, his eyes wide and dried. His brother’s aggression pushed the wind out of his body and yet his hands continue to clutch tightly onto the sides of his arms to keep him where he is. Silence follows. His throat grows tight and dry with his body reeling from both shock and impact.

As soon as he can, Darius takes his first breath deep into his lungs. Despite Draven’s vice grip, Darius’ hands loosen as he pushes his brother away to look at his face. Fury forces Draven’s face to crease, but a deeper sadness brings the frown to his eyes.

“...I’m not afraid of battle. I’m not afraid of you, or your anger.” He says with a seemingly composed voice, and yet parts of his words tremble. Disappointment stirs within him, not only for the situation, but for himself. “I’m afraid of losing you, Draven.”

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Mmm those muscles

“How can a glass of orange juice be so thirsty?”

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“How can your legs be so long?”

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Mmm those muscles

“How can a glass of orange juice be so thirsty?”