#goldenaegis

[askdragonbladetalon]

@ :^)

“First time I met the prince? It wasn’t anything special.A mission took me into Demacia. I was young, maybe somewhere like thirteen to sixteen. It was my first time there and I just tried to stay out of sight mostly. He was older and his people loved him. You should’ve heard them screaming as he went on a procession through the street. Mounted on a white horse, looking like some knight out of a fairy tale.I looked up at him and all I could see was a man that’d die like any other if I put my knife through his throat.”

[askdragonbladetalon]

I really do find joy in reading your writing :^)

[Ahhh, thank you. That made me really happy to hear and cheered me up a whole lot! <3]

[askdragonbladetalon]

“Why do you keep stumbling over your words? Just how tired are you?” [i hope its okay for me to give you one for each :^) i just like it when you write stuff okay]

“I’m not tired I can’t sta… stab you. If you get any, any – closer. Princeling.” The sneered words lacked their usual bite, slurred and clumsy-tongued from Talon’s exhaustion. The impact that the threat should have had was stolen by the fatigue that was consuming Talon, leaving him overly aware of just how much fucking effort went into breathing.Heh. Jarvan had such heavy plate armor on. Breathing must be even more difficult for him. Talon could fix that. He could slide a dagger into Jarvan’s heart and then he’d stop breathing entirely.Wait. He couldn’t do that. The armor was in the way. Hadn’t he just been thinking about the armor? Threads of thought unraveled, ends flapping loosely in Talon’s mind and slipping through his fingers whenever he tried to clutch them. Jarvan was a threat. He was certain of that much. Jarvan was a threat and Talon should not be near him in his current comparatively vulnerable state.He just couldn’t bring himself to care - or even move from the wall he was leaning again.He’d probably fall down without its support anyway.[It’s cool, no worries. I’m fine with multiple threads with the same mun as my thread tracker proves if you check who I’m waiting on responses from. XD]

[the-malevolent-rose]

goldenaegis started following you

“When blood’s trapped inside you, there’s no beauty in that. release it.”

[askshadowprincemalzahar]

Crown thing

The prince finds himself… jealous of the Demacian prince. Unlike he, Jarvan is loved, respected, and treated like a son by the king of Demacia. Something Malzahar never tasted. He’s the seer. He’s not the king’s son, he’s not the crown prince. He’s nothing but a tool to the king.

There is respect for Jarvan IV yes, but in equal parts envy.

[noxian-talon]

xin and j4 *eyebrow waggle*

((How do I even... They are both so derp-bara in my mind. xDDD))

Who is the clingy one? - J4! “My big hero, I am the prince, you have to save me tonight!”

Who is more likely to admit a mistake? - Xin. A PRINCE NEVER does any mistakes!

Would they lie to make each other happy? - Xin totally would. A lie to hide J4′s mistakes, so the pride of the prince doesn’t get scratched.

Who is more experimental (in bed)? - I think it’s pretty equal here.

Who is more spontaneous? - Xin Zhao. He wants to show J4 the world outside of the palace!

What do they do to cheer up each other on a bad day? - Xin would give J4 a bubble bath and rub his back. Jarvan would order lots of food and distract Xin Zhao with all the different kind of stories that he knows.

Is there something they’d like to change about each other? - J4 wishes Xin would forget about his duty sometimes and just enjoy life and love, while Xin Zhao would welcome it if J4 would take better care of his responsibilities, even when they both are together!

How do they describe one another to other people? - Xin: “What can I say? He is the prince, glorious and proud, strong and impressive. Behind that hard armor he has a warm, kind heart, fair and honest. He can be stubborn, demanding and loud, but he is worth dealing with all that.”J4: “Xin is a somewhat mysterious man, he has his honor and I respect that a lot. He never misses a moment to inspire me, make me happy. He has my back in any situation. Sometimes he is so tense and too serious, but he always means the best for the people of Demacia. And me. And he is the most trustworthy person I know of.”

How are they both handling money? - WELL, do I really have to explain this for a spoiled prince? Xin Zhao is always trying his best to be mindful, but there are some things out there he does spend way too much money on. Sometimes. He does regret it a couple of days later.

Who is the more romantic one? - I think they can both be pretty romantic.

Lazy days or adventure together? Who prefers what? - J4 is for the lazy days and wine. Xin Zhao doesn’t want to waste a day of precious life and do something productive.

Who is the one to more likely initiate sex? - J4, demanding as shit!? But XIn Zhao does have his moments, too.

If they had a pillow fight, who would win? - Xin Zhao would of COURSE let his prince win. ^^°

Who plans more cute surprises for the other? - That would be Xin Zhao. J4 is probably too spoiled to think about doing something like that for others. At least not too often.

[shurimas-legacy-blog]

Royal Rescue

goldenaegis

His hands twitched as though someone had pulled his fingers when he felt a large mass draw near to him, but other than that subtle movement he remained motionless and slouched with his knees pulled in and his arms hanging above his head. His dark hair had began to overgrow, sweeping over his eyelashes while the strands appeared to be coated in oil of the sort. Jarvan’s body ached and every muscle in his body bellowed as he began to shift in place. He had already been generously coated in scars before this predicament, but now there were more that would gawk at any onlooker, crusted with drying blood.

The prince glanced up to the decorated man that stood before him in his cell, gradually tilting his head up and parting his parched lips slightly. “What haven’t they done to me…” He pushed out his words roughly before a coughing fit swept his breath away, sending another spiral of pain through his flesh.

Jarvan inhaled sharply, closing his eyes for several moments before taking a glance behind the figure to see the mess bodies and debris scattered behind him.

//cuting this short beacause my computer is shutting off soon sorry

Edit: added more– slightly changed some things

shurimas-legacy

Azir gazed at the man chained to the wall. He had seen many like him in similar if not worse conditions. Most of the other prisoners however had expired moments after he had freed them or had been...mutated beyond recognition. How this man was any different Azir could not say. Perhaps the tormentors of this place had been easier on him than the others, or perhaps he simply had a greater will to live. Either way, the bodies of the tormentors now joined the corpses of their victims, cut down unceremoniously by the long spears that Azir’s soldiers wielded.

The Emperor did not recognize Jarvan for the man he was, as his body was to beaten and warped to be compared to his normal princely visage.

This mattered not however.

“Free the man! Cut his bindings and lend him support at once!” Azir ordered as new soldiers poured into the room, severing the chains that restrained the prince and catching his body as it slumped to the ground.

“Fear not, I shall let no more harm come to you in this horrible place.” With a swift swipe of his arm the soldiers began to escort Jarvan from the room, moving carefully so as not to strain the weak prince. “Perhaps if you have the strength, you can inform me what this chamber was for, as well as how you ended up here. I know not of this lands culture or values but I believe its name, is Zaun.”

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