When is Riot going to give me Surgeon Zed
While weâre on that, when are Draven and Darius going to get ONE matching skin?
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When is Riot going to give me Surgeon Zed
While weâre on that, when are Draven and Darius going to get ONE matching skin?
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"Lux don't ask why but I might have broken one of your bodysuuts."
âPlease say you didnât try it on again. Come on, improvise at least some sort of tangible excuse.â She looked to her partner. Disappointment on her delicate features, knowing her wishes were far from reality.
âWas it one of my older ones at least?â
Draven began to avoid her gaze, the feeling of her gaze burning him enough to make the man sweat.
"I uh. Was trying to examine their material and it just, kinda... Fell apart?"
She huffed and ran a hair through her golden roots, pushing her braid over her shoulder. The poor girl was slaving away making dinner and now... She was going to have to fix her own suits too.
âI said a good excuse Draven. I know they didnât just fall apart, the fabric is high quality and well knit.â
Lux didnât want to see the scraps of her poor suit, and instead looked back to the stew simmering on the stove.
âYouâre paying for more.â
He looked away and began muttering, with almost a look of mischievous false guilt on his face.
"Or maybe I could oay for some... New suits... In new colours." Noxian colours of course, he'd love to see his lover in green.
"Lux don't ask why but I might have broken one of your bodysuuts."
âPlease say you didnât try it on again. Come on, improvise at least some sort of tangible excuse.â She looked to her partner. Disappointment on her delicate features, knowing her wishes were far from reality.
âWas it one of my older ones at least?â
Draven began to avoid her gaze, the feeling of her gaze burning him enough to make the man sweat.
"I uh. Was trying to examine their material and it just, kinda... Fell apart?"
âI hope you brought your running shoes, because you can rest when you get another seven laps in, babe.â
The Noxian growled, hoping they were coming to the end of their set, only to have those illusions come crashing down.
"You're just doing this because I benched your weight."
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The babs!
Lux grabs Dravenâs hand. The red streaks down her face suggest she had been crying just before he came home. She brings his hand to her lips. Only to spit directly into it before running off. Locking herself in the bedroom before the consequences for her actions could follow.
Concern turned to surprise, surprise turned to anger.
Irritated by her childish deception the brunette charged up the stairs, screaming bloody murder.
"Lux I'm gonna bite you get out here!" He approached her door with long strides, before the executioner rammed his shoulder into the door, wishing to give her the jolt of excitement she craved.
Sorry not sorry. @lady-crownguard
Drapes self on Dravenâs lap. She is looking at him with tired eyes, and her own eye bags are looking as big as the agitated vein throbbing on his forehead.
The noise she is making is similar to how a cat would purr. Her own way to annoy him, knowing he wasnât fond of the creatures. Something about past fights.
âWill you make me dinner?â
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She scowled at him, though her eyes stayed shut. Still falling asleep on his lap and in his arms. Of course heâd never understand the difference between what he did. The executioner was blood thirsty for anything with a pulse, regardless of species.
âFish are not people. I do not like it when you butcher people, Drae.â
Lux sat up, only to place a kiss on his cheek. Nuzzling into him and softly giggling, âcome on. I want to eat before I pass out on you.â
"What about fish-people?" The brunette interjected, obviously quite pleased to play the most annoying devils advocate.
He grinned, he knew Lux was less than thrilled about his position but to her credit she never discouraged him. So long as he showered after he finished.
He rose to his feet, trying to remember if he had some tuna on ice, only to remember gutting the thing a day prior, it was a nice trip to Basilich.
"I think you're just wishing we were back in my hometown. You really took a shining to it!"
Drapes self on Dravenâs lap. She is looking at him with tired eyes, and her own eye bags are looking as big as the agitated vein throbbing on his forehead.
The noise she is making is similar to how a cat would purr. Her own way to annoy him, knowing he wasnât fond of the creatures. Something about past fights.
âWill you make me dinner?â
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The Noxian grunts as the Demacian flops herself down onto his legs, staring up at him and trying to look cute. He squinted down at her, she knew she was trying to get on his good side. He ran his hands through her hair, his tanned calloused fingers sifting through her golden locks like fields of wheat. âMaybe, but if you keep acting like a cat, youâre getting tuna.â
âI like tuna, especially when you bring one home with you and butcher it yourself. It always tastes better when itâs nicely doneâŚâ
She looked up at him dreamily, his fingers against her hair only made her sleepy. As if it were a massage. His calloused hands made him the most talented masseuse. The hungry girl was ready to sleep right past it.
âCome on, Iâm starving.â
âI thought you hated it when I butchered things.â He continued to tussle her hair, weaving it out of her previously meticulated and perfectly ordered fashion and into a small blonde nest across his thighs.
He tried to get up, well, playfully he tried. If he wanted to he could send the petite mage sprawling across the floor as he went to do her bidding, but he was enjoying watching her get sleepier and sleepier on his lap.
âYou said I smell like blood when I do.â
Drapes self on Dravenâs lap. She is looking at him with tired eyes, and her own eye bags are looking as big as the agitated vein throbbing on his forehead.
The noise she is making is similar to how a cat would purr. Her own way to annoy him, knowing he wasnât fond of the creatures. Something about past fights.
âWill you make me dinner?â
@imdravendrunk
The Noxian grunts as the Demacian flops herself down onto his legs, staring up at him and trying to look cute. He squinted down at her, she knew she was trying to get on his good side. He ran his hands through her hair, his tanned calloused fingers sifting through her golden locks like fields of wheat. âMaybe, but if you keep acting like a cat, youâre getting tuna.â
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She accidentally knocked her staff onto one of his axes and managed to scratch a bit of it.
Oops.
Draven squints, it was hard to know if Lux really did these things by accident, or if she was seeking attention.
Which always failed, but then heâd have to buff the marks out of his axes again and sheâd get huffy. Maybe she was trying to make him choose her over his axes.
The executioner peered over at his wicked blade, the mark her gilded staff carved into it mockingly staring back at him. Thatâs when the smile creeped across the Noxians face. âOh Sunfloooower~â He sung, a melody in his step as he closed the distance between them. He stepped out of the shadows of his small armoury and into the radiant light of the sun, only to snatch Lux and pull her into the small wooden structure with him. âYou made a mess of this axe, look at it, totally scratched!â He picked the now marred axe off the wall, one of several he owned, The light mage could practically see her reflection in it, he certainly kept them well polished. He abused his obvious strength and weight advantaged to force her to sit down at the grindstone, firmly placing her down before he himself sat behind her, forcing her to stay there. âNow you have to make it right.â
The girl sighed as he set her down in front of his equipment. The last time she had touched it was when she was doing Darius a favor in order to gain his permission for her marriage. Draven was always too picky when it came to making such repairs.
âMust I? After such a small mistake? I donât know how to use a grindstone very well, I may end up making them worse off.â
She tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but it was made difficult with him sitting behind her like that. The weight of his chest resting upon her back.
âCan we fix them another time? You have a few days before you have to be back in the arenaâŚâ
He wouldnât let her squirm away from this so easily, after all it was only fitting that she make up for her mistake... Mostly so she wouldnât do it again if she wanted his attention.
âThis will only take a little while. Besides, itâs important you learn this kinda stuff! Why do you think all the knives in the kitchen are so sharp? You might not use sharp stuff but I do. Butchering is irritating when everythingâs all dull.â Draven did love meat after all.
He held it out in front of her, inviting her to take a hold of it close to where he held it, effectively wrapping his arms around her. âItâs very easy...â Slowly the grindstone began to turn as he put his foot down on the peddles of it, turning the massive circular stone around and around before the blade was lowered onto it, causing a scraping sound. âYou just go side, to side.â
Blows kiss at @imdravendrunk
She accidentally knocked her staff onto one of his axes and managed to scratch a bit of it.
Oops.
Draven squints, it was hard to know if Lux really did these things by accident, or if she was seeking attention.
Which always failed, but then heâd have to buff the marks out of his axes again and sheâd get huffy. Maybe she was trying to make him choose her over his axes.
The executioner peered over at his wicked blade, the mark her gilded staff carved into it mockingly staring back at him. Thatâs when the smile creeped across the Noxians face. âOh Sunfloooower~â He sung, a melody in his step as he closed the distance between them. He stepped out of the shadows of his small armoury and into the radiant light of the sun, only to snatch Lux and pull her into the small wooden structure with him. âYou made a mess of this axe, look at it, totally scratched!â He picked the now marred axe off the wall, one of several he owned, The light mage could practically see her reflection in it, he certainly kept them well polished. He abused his obvious strength and weight advantaged to force her to sit down at the grindstone, firmly placing her down before he himself sat behind her, forcing her to stay there. âNow you have to make it right.â
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The plate was slowly placed down on his lap, carefully.
The shadow of the light mage loomed over him, never before had the burden of pity felt so heavy on him.
He almost didn't acknowledge the tall pile of french toast in his lap, steadily warming his legs, the scent of melted butter invading his numbed senses.
He'd been starving, but his unwillingness to bother Lux while he recovered, aside from his lack of wanting nor ability to leave his bed left him stubbornly defying the pain.
The frost of the frejlord clung to his spirit, he felt a part of him shatter on the ice that he would never get back, he was gone.
His hands moved on their own, tearing away large chunks of bread to eat, not even reaching for the knife and fork.
Heartbreak and strawberry rhubarb
Draven is still haunted by the events of Ionia, so much so that he has grown a sour distaste to Zaun and anything affiliated with it.
It's easier to block it out when the crowds around him are roaring their deafening cheers.
When he's in one of those states it's hard to break him out of them without him going for a weapon of some kind.
Once he accidentally struck Lux when she tried to shake him and he struck her. He doesn't forgive himself to this day.
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