#jarvan builder

[righteousretribution-blog]

[ Silly Headcanon ]

// The reason Jarvan is most comfortable sleeping in either light bedclothes or just his underthings is because he's just so used to having his own personal space heater.

@dragonborn-outcast

[righteousretribution-blog]

[ Singing voice headcanon. ]

[starryoolong]

Crushing Defeat-- Captivity

His wrists were roped tightly to the back of the chair he sat in in the middle of a dank and dimly lit room. His weary form slouched over with gritted teeth as he tried to bear the agonizing pain that surged throughout every bit of skin and muscle on his body. For the first time in his life, he felt truly helpless and the only thing that kept his eyes wide open was the mere thought of where he had gone wrong in that battle. What had been his error?

That did not hold any real importance in the long run. That thought was just something to pass time as he waited for his next punishment and at this point is didn’t seem as thought it could get much worse if they planned on extracting any fragments of information from him other than his biological coding that stuck dryly to his skin from the small, shallow cuts placed carefully and painfully slow on his skin the previous night. They decorated both arms in a scattered manner as well as his chest, though those ones were made with longer strokes and taken care of last. This method in particular was done every other night during the final hour.

The prince’s eyes watched the floor as he heard slow footsteps entering the room and slamming the door shut leaving the sound of clear displeasure to ring through the hollow space. Jarvan did not bother to lift his head or to glance at the man who approached him. It would not serve him any good nor would meeting the others eyes. Doing that might leave him with a more worse fate than he currently had. All he wished to do was sleep even if only for a few minutes-- even if it led him to never awaking again. He was simply to worn down care.

As the final steps were taken into position his hair was roughly balled up in a fist and yanked back hard, leaving an ache in his neck. Jarvan’s eyes rushed up the dark figure before him in a blur, meeting frustrated eyes and a forehead with veins practically ready to burst. “Are you going to talk today?” The raspy voice snapped at him and all he did was stare back at him before he snatched up the prince’s chin and covered hes head in a cloth, soon proceeding to dump large amounts of water over his face.

It felt as though he had been submerged under water and he couldn’t reach the surface. The surprise of the freezing water splashing all over him was enough to wake him up and put him into a panicking state, twisting and squirming in the seat and then it stopped. “How about now?” Again, there was no response and then it started all over again. The only difference is that he was ready this time, so he held his breath for as long as he could before he began to choke again. This went on several more times in the same pattern before the man gave up, his loud, frustrated footsteps bursting through the room.

The prince finally released a sigh of relief as his muscles began to relax, the awakening effects of the frosty water wearing off as he became spent all over again.

If necessary, he would bring all of his knowledge to the grave. That is what a prince must do. This is how he was raised. Everyone is expendable. Everyone.

exposeyourneck

[starryoolong]

The first lesson--

When Jarvan was a young child he was very ignorant to the world around him. He hardly knew the difference between Demacians and Noxians except that his father and others around him hated the other. It’s a beautiful thing to be a child and still hold your innocence still in the palm of your hand, isn’t it?

There was a boy who worked in the palace whom the young prince befriended. He did whatever jobs someone his age could manage–anything they could give him. Right away Jarvan noticed that he was slightly different. Not in his features, but in the tattered clothing he wore compared to all the others that worked in the palace. His clothing must have held some sort of symbolism to it that that was to complex of a concept for a boy of his age to understand. The only thing the prince knew was that he wanted to.befriend him even if it wasn’t allowed. They could be secret friends and not a soul would have to know, so that they became.

A few times here and there the young prince would ask why the boy wore such terrible raged clothing, but he always just shrugged it off and moved on to another subject.

On the Prince’s tenth birthday he snuck his friend some of the desserts that were served at the grand event. One decade down, and many more to come…hopefully. But you see, somewhere along the way one of the two– perhaps even both were in the wrong. The boy was caught with the treats he never should never dare to taste and in that moment, the prince was taught his first lesson. Every life is expandable. There will always be someone better. Moreover, all Noxian lives are expandable. It doesn’t matter if it were a child or a woman or anyone else. There are always more of them, like ants that need to be crushed.

[Kinda got some of this idea from the boy in the stripped pajamas]

[martialcadence]

Religious beliefs for Jarvan?

// agnostic. he doesn’t know what’s out there, only that there’s something, but whatever it is doesn’t matter. what he truly believes in is his father and, of course, himself.