THE IRON REVENANT

❝ When I go into that ground I won’t go quietly, I’m bringing my CROWN —❞ independent. semi-selective. multiverse / multiship. mordekaiser as battled by dante. follows back from mistigrisdealt.

[xgrizzyx]

Me and teh bf

[noxianqueen-deactivated20190808]

💪 Pick my muse up // revenantcrowned.

( nonverbal starters // accepting. ) – 💪 Pick my muse up 

she is idle where she rests, magic curving at her fingertips. it’s an annoyance that has her engrossed solely in her thoughts. & his voice is heard in a softer murmur. just not quite reaching her enough to break her free of thought. & the sigil dances until the warmth of his calloused hands wraps about hers. 

the contrast in temperature brings her gaze up to his, and she’s still a bit in thought until he lifts her in a single motion. her stature shifts from an elegant mage, to a very frightened woman within the same breath. & her hand clutches to his chest and neck. 

              “ casimir !  –– “ brows furrow, and her expression forces exasperation & feigning upset. but her tone gives it away as she settles into his grip. she speaks again with a playful chide, knuckles brushing over his cheek. “ there are other ways to get my attention.. “ but she knows those won’t do. 

[absinthundblut]

[magicalinspo]

take a breath, spit out the blood in your mouth, and get back up on your feet. you still got a couple of motherfuckers to prove wrong.

[rpmusings-galore]

                my  ( body )  ,  it has bled 

                                     &&  blazed 

                                           &&  b r o k e n                                       yet, it beats on. 

                                               I am  IRON.

                                      A little rusted, perhaps, 

                                           but still I endure.

[youareajabroni-deactivated20170]

Roman Reigns’ Wrestlemania Workout

[bleeding-suggestion]

Blood demands blood

If you make me bleed, I will cut you open and drag a red trail with your corpse

[revenantcrowned]

→ “And yet somehow I doubt you are being very honest at all,” he chides, half-teasing as that slow smile spreads across his features. His hand slides up, fingers curling lazy round the back of her neck, a gentle pressure that isn’t threatening but intimate. 

“I can keep up with you,” he murmurs, sound so low it ripples into her bones. “I meet expectations, and then I surpass them. It is what I do, little rose; is that what tyrants are meant for? That is what they are beginning to call me, I believe. Interesting, how titles follow when you are only living.”

She likes playing games, that much is clear. He’s willing to indulge, somewhat - but he is hardly going to let her keep taking the lead, so he hums, considering under his breath.

And then he leans in and kisses her, slow and careful, a little awkward but warm nonetheless, reluctant to pretend any longer that she isn’t angling for exactly that. “You say that like you did not just offer to stay by my side. You’re a rather silly woman at times, aren’t you?”

[rpmusings-galore]

                                   maybe I’ll  BURN  a little  BRIGHTER  tonight                                       (  let the fire  b r e a t h e  me back to life  )

[revenantcrowned]

→ It’s an irritatingly inconvenient circumstance they’re in, and he knows full well perhaps he’s being more petulant than he honestly should be, but he is horribly weary and prideful to boot, and more than a little ashamed at having been injured in the first place.

“I cannot help that I appreciate not being eaten,” he rumbles, and oh, there’s a trace of a smile there as she tugs him closer. “It doesn’t hurt that you are small and cute. Very protectable, you understand.”

He settles willingly on the ground beside her, still massive in comparison; the ice cracks under his weight, the top, brittle wafer-layer not exactly up to the task. It’s an odd companionship, that much is true, but there are no more old standards to keep them as they were, no feuds to upholds with no tribes to back them. 

Lifting his arm with a grumbled sigh, he lets her see the deep gash in his side, still seeping blood with every slow, relentless pump of his heart. The frost-coasted muscle all around is covered in scarring, interrupted only by the fresh wound. “It is nothing, you see? Just a foolish blunder.”

[revenantcrowned]

→ “I am rather worth keeping, I think, if for no other reason than as a very good doorstop,” he agrees, chuckling, and his hand presses to the small of her back, warm as he coaxes her to lean into him. “Little rose, do be honest - you came to me as transparent as a fickle creature such as yourself is capable.”

A gentle finger taps at her chin, a mild little scold though his teeth are bared in a grin that likely isn’t meant to be quite as unsettling as it comes across. “I hear I am frustrating quite often.” And he only promises to be even more so, silently, his stare dark with all the things hanging heavy in the air between them.

Her nails scrape through his stubble, and he turns his head easy, willingly, pressing their foreheads together until their lips are barely brushing - but not touching, no, not yet. “And I suppose you’d like me to wear you a certain way? Or would you prefer I simply wear you out?”

[bleeding-suggestion]

They’ve tried to tame you, those fools

[revenantcrowned]

“ your shirts are awfully large on me..” She laughs a bit, curled on the edge of the bed. Knees are pulled to her chest as she watches him move awkwardly in her room. Which really just makes her laugh more. “This is the opposite of comfort, I’m getting stressed just looking at you.”

→“You’re the one who insists on wearing them,” he replies, utterly unsympathetic as he focuses on not bashing his head right through the ceiling. “You have only yourself to blame, my dear.”

Finally, though, he manages to seat himself beside her, more than a little precarious. It’s incredibly obvious that if he shifts too quickly the entire bed will break, but that’s really part and parcel for them, at least these days. “It isn’t as terrible as it could be. You’re here, after all.”

[revenantcrowned]

The nightly haunt she usually takes up is at his side. Settled on the wide arm of his chair, or in the crook of his arm. She hasn’t spoke in a while & she seems pensive as she refills his glass with a wave of her hand. Nails move and scratch just so at his beard, hand pushing back into his hair before she’s pulling his mouth to hers. Nipping slightly against his lips, melting into the affections as they’re returned. Her voice is soft when she says it, barely a whisper. “ I’m in love with you..”

→ He pauses in his reading for half a heartbeat, but doesn’t bother to look up at her when she presses against his side, so very tiny in comparison; it is habit, these days, so he shifts his arm to hold her tighter. 

When she turns his head to hers, he doesn’t bother resisting. She of all people has privileges, and this is the easiest of them to grant, and one he hardly minds. His lips are soft against hers, careful as always, a muted chuckle between them.

“I know,” he says, and his hand smooths over her hip, heavy and warm, because he does. He has for a while, even though neither of them say it. “I love you, Evaine.” 

[buteverythingisred]

[revenantcrowned]

→ “I am not disposable, nor very easy to dispose of.” It’s dry wit, but it rings true as well, a quiet warning though it is delivered in jest. “My empire has already begun, little rose, though it does not flourish yet. We can change that.”

He tilts his head, just barely, enough that their breath mingles, and he smiles. A fortuitous stop indeed, to say the least, for him to have met her. Reaching up, he allows his fingers to wrap around the back of her neck, a warm pressure. 

“I can protect you against anything.” He turns his head to face her fully now, because now it is business, a bargain, and a bargain with magic users was very seldom easy or painless. But he can back every claim. “I can protect you as much as you require, Evaine, but somehow I do not think you need me to as much as you might pretend.”

He laughs again, low and rich, and pats her once before letting his hand slip free. “I will be your king. What does that make you?”

[fury-of-darkin]

Memories of a Fallen Empire

[revenantcrowned]

→ It takes the Mist a long time to notice him; he is so very small and distant, insignificant. When it does, though, the change is obvious. Black smoke curls and builds on the horizon, faint whispers traveling to the hulking figure at its center.

Red eyes burning so bright with rage they are visible even from the far shore turn, and the Mist shifts, gathering to speed across to the rocky little island a vaguely familiar form is lurking upon.

His steps are heavy enough to shake the earth, slow and ponderous, but finally the revenant is standing before Aatrox, peering down at him with the same disdain as always. “You should already be gone.”