Dec 22, 2021
“What do you mean “Behead Viego”, who am I supposed to give pets to? Beatrice?? I don’t think so!”
@20ways-tokillsomeone
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“What do you mean “Behead Viego”, who am I supposed to give pets to? Beatrice?? I don’t think so!”
@20ways-tokillsomeone
The very tip of sharp nails would scrape dark hair ever so slightly as he reached out to the top of his comrade's head. Had they not been seated, such a task would simply be impossible. The Trifarian podium was under thick shade from the arena crenellations, but even so Jericho's moves were subtle & swift; as if to escape the many eyes of the audience. Though, frankly, it was much more likely they'd be busy with Draven's acrobatics at the time. Spindly digits had picked a tiny piece of some branch caught in Darius' hair; the sort of detail only Swain, of all people, was guaranteed to notice. Theirs was supposed to be a formal appearance at the executions, but when there was a bloodbath splattering sand & crowd alike, surely no one would care that the Hand's hair was a little messy. Still, the elder warlord seemed pretty satisfied as he flicked it off and leaned back in his seat, pinching a dark grape from the platter of delicacies offered and popping it in his mouth. He chewed through his smirk.
( for Darius u.u )
Darius was so engrossed in what was happening on the arena that the featherlight sensation of having someone pick something out of his hair made him jump a little in his seat, sending shivers down his spine. He raised a hand and placed it atop his head, trying to feel around for whatever it was that was removed oh so delicately from his scalp. When he found nothing, however, he simply combed his fingers through his hair to play it off as an intentional gesture, and turned his head Jericho's way, prying his eyes off of his brother's performance to give the Grand General an inquisitive look. When he saw the older man's smirk, Darius' confusion only grew.
"What? What did you do?" He grumbled, finally lowering his hand back down to its original idle resting place. "What are you looking so smug for? Can't be the show." Darius cynically concluded, eyeing the platter of food next.
"Or a particularly juicy grape."
“Me too, what a coincidence. And just because Swain likes you, I’ll go the extra mile and cut it with the rest of your head. I’m L A R G E like that.” He smirks.
DARIUS PERKED A SCARRED BROW, turning his attention to Jhin. He said nothing about the touch, instead locking his brown eyes with the one visible from behind the mask.
“......Yes, long man, how may I help?”
@perfect-fourth
“This game is stupid... I don’t get how attraction works. And she’s a bit young for me. Still, she’s got a quality I very much admire in women...”
Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY
(Zed is asexual so he goes on aesthetic preference.)
“Y. E. S. The height. The orange and browns with the greens. THE SCARS -”
Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY
“You’re saying yes to everyone who would agree to bed you!”
“Don’t be jealous just because she’s comin’ for your brand.”
He just silently blushes in the back.
Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY
@vixtionary
“Perhaps if you didn’t eavesdrop on things you aren’t meant to hear, you wouldn’t be so grumpy all the time.” Darius blows a raspberry, then shrugs with one shoulder. “Either way I’d like to see you try.”
DARIUS SIGHS, knowing full-well he’s being used again. But he’s going to let it happen because he’s tired of feeling lonely.