The Noxian Grand General

League of Legends RP blog for pre-rework Jericho Swain.  Mun & Muse 21+, NSFW content present and tagged.  Currently private only, but may expand activity outside of mutuals depending on interest levels.

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// yet another complicated and self-indulgent AU, yet again with @visuus - long story short, this is my Swain if he’d never taken on Beatrice’s magic, but had instead developed his own magic (and transformations) as a half-Vastayan.  He’s named Korbin (a middle English/old French term meaning “little raven”) in this universe, a nickname given to him by Nox’s Swain as they grew up together, because I’m gay, and I won’t apologize. 

ps, they’re gay too, still not apologizing

also, individual shots of each:

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But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both.

Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye (via quotemadness)

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jayce says no word as he breaches through the commissioner's office door and finds the quickest way to seat himself on his lap, half straddling him as he presses a face to his neck. "don't ask," he starts, almost briskly, as he wraps his arms around swain and visibly deflates against hi. "bad day. don't---don't ask."

Jericho is about halfway through a veritable stack of paperwork, the unfortunate result of the newest batch of recruits graduating from the academy at precisely the same time that several of his captains were retiring (some for age and some for injury).  To say that he is stressed is a particularly generous understatement, and when the younger of his boyfriends bursts through the door of his office and unceremoniously sweeps himself into the commissioner’s lap, it would be easy for Jericho to be angry.  Indeed, the instincts that have seen him rise through the ranks despite all adversity rear their wily heads, hissing about professionalism and the need to place his work above everything else in his life if he is to be taken seriously, about the dangers of allowing anyone to see him in a position of vulnerability–

Yes, it would be easy to snap and to lecture, but Swain finds it easier still to remove his hands from his keyboard and to wrap both arms around Jayce, one winding around his waist to hold him steady and the other curling over his back.  He turns his chair away from his desk, allowing the younger man more room, should he opt to shift into a more comfortable position.  He releases the breath he’s been holding since Jayce had opened his door in a long, slow sigh that stirs the hair atop the engineer’s head, then cards the fingers of one hand through those same well-styled locks.  They’re askew and badly tousled today, and Jericho can think of half a dozen reasons why that might be, but none of them matter - he’s still one of the most striking creatures Swain’s ever seen, and he’s in need of his lover’s company and understanding.

It’s a rarity indeed for Jayce to refuse Jericho’s words - indeed, it’s the commissioner’s eloquence and verbosity that tends to work such wonders on the younger man, inside the bedroom and out - but Swain has always had a remarkable capacity for silence, as well.  He holds Jayce silently, making no sound save the soft, barely-audible rustling of his fingers drawing idle patterns along the fabric at Jayce’s hip and the quiet scrape of his nails along the engineer’s scalp, but there is no tension in the moment, no awkwardness waiting to be broken.  

Indeed, though a persistent voice in the back of his mind rails at him about all the work he has left to do, Jericho shuts it out and thinks instead of how sorely he’d needed a break - and how there is no one he’d rather spend it with.

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[ID: a high-contrast photo of a corvid standing on a weathered wooden fence, overlooking a foggy valley. /end ID]

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So here’s my question: when you lose the most important person to you in the entire world, where is all the love – love you never even knew you were capable of – supposed to go?

Ted Michael (via quotemadness)

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[siryl]

“Birds of a Feather,” an eerie acrylic painting by Aaron Jasinski.

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Be with the one who makes you forget how terrified you are of falling in love.

Rudy Francisco (via quotemadness)

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If I had the ability to touch anyone else in this world, I still don’t believe I’d want it to be anyone but you.

Jus Accardo, (via quotemadness)

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Oh my I love you and oh my I am homesick for you.

Martha Gellhorn (via quotemadness)

[the-book-diaries]

If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: in love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.

Kristin Hannah, The Nightingale (via velvetdance)

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"A kiss for old time's sake, Emilia?"

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— A SOFT SIGH WAS THE FIRST THING to leave her dark lips , here again in this same room , the walls covered with all too familiar drab wallpaper , the shelves stuffed to their brim with scrolls , maps , and the like ; and of course , him sitting at his desk with a pen in hand and Beatrice asleep in her cage . Heeled steps echo across the wooden floorboards with a resounding click to her presence , the sound nearly coming above the crackle of the hearth flickering quietly behind him  . Jericho’s eyes turn upwards from his paperwork to meet that of her own , crimson meeting gold with a kindred informality only they shared in each other’s company . He looked older , as if his features were painted with a further shade of weary than she remembered ; hair short and tied back with a short braid , robes almost seemingly handpicked by a mage and —

And Emilia couldn’t remember the last time he held her warmly without a trace of mock in his gaze . 

❝ Ah , Evaine .  .   .  a standard entrance for your visit this evening I see ? Lest you left your spells outside of my office ❞ He jests . A smile had tinted his voice and she draws nearer to him , his own amusement becoming contagious enough to wring a chuckle out of her dry throat . 

❝ Did you mean for me to wait in front of the door until you opened it then ? ❞ Her humour came in haste when LeBlanc reaches the edge of his desk , lithe fingers readily seeking his own from their place above the piles of paperwork that have yet to be sorted . His palm turned to hold Emilia’s hand , a little tug urging her forward unto his lap . 

❝ And if I did  , ma chère ? ❞ 

The corners of Swain’s eyes wrinkled as he chuckles and sets her on to his normal leg , an arm wrapping around her waist . Emilia leans against him then , her head resting snugly against his chest .  ❝ Don’t test me to bring on punishments Jericho . ❞ 

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Darius always puts him at something of a disadvantage, when it comes to spontaneity - between his Hand's constant vigilance and the sheer difference in their sizes (to say nothing of his own disability), there isn't much that Jericho can do that will truly surprise his lover. Still, he sees an opportunity now, as Darius leans close, head bowed towards the maps they're poring over. In a pause between words, he turns, cupping Darius's jaw and tipping it up to deliver a lingering, meaningful kiss.

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the kiss comes in as the surprise intended, the hand’s focus being mostly put into the maps they were analyzing for their next expansionist move; surely it was more of a surprise to be kissed, too, not for lack of intent from the other party but for the fact there was hardly an opportunity for the grand general to try, their height difference far from negligible. the sudden touch to his face makes the taller man’s eyes widen before he understands exactly what is happening. a smile curves his lips into the kiss a moment after and he leans into it, one hand coming to jericho’s hair, callused and gauntleted fingers treading through it. 

when the half-vastayan pulls away, he chuckles softly, expression not betraying at all how this turn of events pleased him — there’s certainly a great amount of warmth to those rust red eyes as they meet gold.

“aren’t you quite opportunist.” 

he knows the other man has likely heard those words from others in far less gentle ways, but with how he regards swain now, it’s clear his intent is quite the opposite: he means it as flattery and it sounds as such in the hushed, soft way it is spoken.

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Today’s aesthetic: villainous couples who are totally respectful and supportive of one another in spite of having violently dysfunctional value systems.

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“Jayce is a gift,” Jericho says, voice low and serious.  The answer is automatic and utterly genuine, without a hint of hesitation or deliberation.  “He is possessed of a unique and valuable ability, and his commitment to professionalism and capacity for tireless work is remarkable.  Truly, he has all the makings of a proper Noxian, but was unfortunate enough to be born in a nation that failed to properly appreciate him - or any of his similarly-talented brethren.”  

There’s a slight shifting of the fabric of his cowl, and anyone familiar enough with his mannerisms could recognize that the grand general is smiling beneath it, though the slight curve of his eyes suggests it’s closer to a smirk.  “But we’ve remedied that, and are now fortunate enough to call him… if not Noxian, then at the very least on our side.”

Swain pauses then, and seems to be choosing his words a bit more carefully.  “He is also a man I have complete trust in, regardless of the nation he was born in.  He has demonstrated a great deal of courage and flexibility in the face of… extenuating circumstances, and has proven himself a loyal and intelligent companion.”  There’s another faint movement beneath his scarf, and the grand general’s golden eyes are a touch softer now, though his voice is still gruff.  “I am grateful to know him.  I am fortunate to call him mine.”

The emphasis on alignment seems peculiarly-phrased, but Swain does not elaborate further - some things, after all, are better left unspoken, at least until he is behind closed doors.

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“i remember the time i thought him merely the lesser of two evils.”

it sounds less like a confession, more like a statement. it’s true, however, that between darkwill and swain, at first, he simply had the urge to remedy one’s corruption with the best possible alternative and while he held no ambition to be the next grand general, he knew a man perfectly capable for the throne; while his methods were often questionable in his opinion, his strategic brilliance was undeniable. 

ah, how time changes views, how it shaped things differently. now, not only do they share a cause, but they share their lives, their beds—indeed, years had changed much.

“now, i’m aware he’s much more than simply that. yes, his methods can still be—questionable, but noxus was not built for men blinded of purpose. and he knows purpose, he’s been through enough he’d be nowhere without it.” he pauses, considers his following words. he cannot be obvious, no, but— “he now holds a place in my esteem none outside himself do.”

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Golden eyes appraise the child with a piercing sort of intensity; between the severe set of his brows and the cowl covering the lower half of his face, it looks almost like he’s scowling at them, but when he speaks, his rasping voice is thoughtful rather than cold.  

“A strange child, but determined.  They have a great deal of potential, although I fear it may ultimately be wasted.”  Two fingers tap thoughtfully at the head of his cane, and one thick brow seems to raise slightly.  “Their commitment to the tasks they’ve set for themselves is admirable, but they seem to lack the discipline to commit to the less desirable pursuits that are necessary to make themselves truly well-rounded.”  The grand general shifts with a slight grunt that almost sounds like a bark of laughter, and there’s a subtle change in his golden eyes that makes them appear just a fraction less intimidating.  “They need a firm hand to guide them towards the optimal realization of their abilities.  Even so, I can hardly fault them for their immaturity, at that age, or their eccentricity - after all, I was something of a bizarre child, myself.”