#dravy

[darksiders-scenarios]

The first time you hugged Draven went something like this; you had slowly walked towards him and straight into his open arms, which reactively curled around your figure, gently cradling your waist. Your arms had encircled his strong neck and you rested your cheek comfortably on his broad shoulder. That was the moment you realised, just as you closed your eyes as if under a euphoric trance, that Draven is a Master at giving hugs. 

From that moment onwards, you started addressing him as the Hugmaster.

[darksiders-scenarios]

Imagine Draven overlooking the court of the Gilded Arena, slowly casting his gaze over long decayed corpses of forgotten warriors who, like himself, had once battled for freedom from this accursed place. His eyes are blank and his shoulders sag. Had he maintained flesh, the wrinkles on his face would be pronounced, as would the heavy bags under his eyes. Despite his immortality, Draven is exhausted and, quite frankly, ready to break.