#liondarius

[miighted]

@liondarius​

                Garen did not like Noxus, specifically he did not like being in Noxus of all things. The earth he walked on felt like it held more shadows than anywhere he’d been, the air tasted like iron in the back of his throat, and worst of all, Garen knew he couldn’t trust a word out of anyone’s mouths here. It was as if there were snakes crawling underneath his skin constantly while his own shadow felt like there might be something lurking within it. Garen didn’t trust any of the nobility in Noxus, yet decorum demanded he maintain his appearance as the esteemed Might of Demacia, Sword Captain of the Vanguard, so on and so forth, and entertain pleasantries with these people.  

                Of course, Demacia didn’t trust an invitation to a ball in Noxus, but a Demacian’s sense of caution often ran concurrent with their pride. It would be foolish to allow Garen to travel their alone, but even here in the ballroom, dressed in his fine white and blue, he felt utterly alienated. Noxian customs among the highborn seemed to be... complex, to say the least. Garen was used to tradition, but he was not used to so much secrecy. 

               The atmosphere alone made Garen feel like his lungs were bring crushed under iron, so as soon as he had the opportunity, he slipped quietly from the Noxian ballroom through a corridor lined with stone arches, and out into a courtyard. The moon was hanging overhead, not quite full, but cast enough light to illuminate the stone and gardens in a low light. It was a moment of peace, an eerie peace, but peace nonetheless. Even now, Garen couldn’t quite shed the unease that had settled around him like needles resting against his skin, but for now he simply sighed and tried to take his moment of reprieve. 

[rpxmusings]

how about some musings from the song Youth by Daughter?

sure thing!

[prismatric]

———- - - ☆                           it was an unfamiliar situation she was in. parties were something she should be used to ;  back at home they were regularly holding parties for the royalty or guests from outside of demacia. but they used to be in demacia. now she had to be here, in enemy territory, accompanied by nothing but her own discomfort.         of course she was not going to be well seen around here, by the noxians at least. they were a few people from ionia and even freljord attempting  —  as far as she could tell from their clothing — so she wondered why her aunt had insisted on her going alone. a crownguard is perfectly capable on their own, she had said. but all these unfamiliar faces and their rather hostile gazes towards her were not quite the standard she was used to. people at her home would usually smile when they saw her. or at least not stare. but these people were really obvious with their resentment.

        she tried to mingle in as much as she could, yet simply ended up in the corner of the room with a drink in her hand. if her aunt knew, she would have not been pleased. no matter how old lux was, she was not supposed to drink ( neither should garen ). apparently it would confuse one’s mind. but a bit alcohol in her body definitely helped her uneasy heart to calm down. the taste was strange, different from what she had tried back at home but enough to do the job. thus she let her eyes wander across the halls as she tried to recall her courage hidden deep within her fear. she was supposed to leave a good impression, how was that supposed to happen when she just stood here like a coward ?!

        all these important people looked at her with judgement in their expressions. right, she had a name to uphold and a country to represent. and then she saw him, a man tall like her brother but his aura so frightening that she could sense it from so far apart. all eyes turned to him, of course, he was the right hand of the grand general of noxus after all and the main guest of this event. she took a big sip of her drink. although the eyes were watching him, nobody dared to step any closer.

       alright, here was your chance, luxanna. taking in a deep breath she decided to walk towards the man. steps light but audible as her heels clatter on the marble. she was dressed in a light blue gown with white and gold embellishments. the insignia of the crownguard family adorned her chest. the little confidence her heart managed to gather was her guide on this task and she made sure to swallow down that lump in her throat before she stood tall in front of him. azure eyes looked up to this tremendous stature of a man ( from this perspective, he looked even taller than garen ), an unfazed expression in them before she spoke.          ❝ good evening, general darius. ❞ she said in a light tone, voice gentle but assertive. ❝ in behalf of demacia and the royal family i humbly thank you for this gracious invitation. ❞ she made a curtesy in front of him before raising her head to meet his gaze again.                                                                         ❝ please allow me introduce myself. i am luxanna, of the crownguard family. it is a pleasure to meet you. ❞ finally, she stopped caring about the glances upon her. this was her chance to leave a prideful impression and she would definitely take it.

〉 closed starter | @liondarius .⁎:°☆

[bytheblades]

@liondarius​:  "I heard you were wanting to look deeper into your ... father's disappearance, correct?"

            His first inclination is to be agitated, to reject any sort of offering from someone outside of his own household. It shows on Talon’s face, in the way that he stares up at Darius.... eternally unable to suppress all of his petulance. He should like him, should be respectful at the very least... but something about him...

                He grunts out his affirmation. 

                                  “Possibly. What’s it to you?”

[x-sanguinate]

Just a Taste

continued from here | @liondarius

        Watching Darius go stiff in his embrace was an enjoyable sight in and of itself, in spite of the hands many times the size of his own that suddenly gripped him as nothing short of a threat. One eventually retreated to feel at the General’s newest scar, leaving but one appendage to keep hold of the hemomancer who now wore a brazen smile, baring his now-bloody teeth for Darius to see in all of his horror.

        With an elegance of speech betrayed by the savagery of his latest act, Vladimir answered Darius’ question. “Apologies for my forwardness, General. I simply had to see if the rumors were anything to be believed.” His voice was raised, just enough to pierce the cacophony of the redoubled revelries that now surrounded them. Then, licking his teeth and lips clean of Darius’ lifeblood, Vladimir craned his neck to make sure him swallowing was as visible as possible.

        “There’s a story written in every one us, comrade, and I just so happen to have the means to read such stories. All it requires is a little sacrifice, like the one you just made ... and oh, how dour yours truly is.” Vladimir began to shake his head, amused. What started as a low rumble became full-blown laughter, raising his clawed digits to cover most of his face during such inappropriate behavior when it came to addressing one of the Trifarix’s three pillars.

         At last, it died out in volume, blending back into the crowd’s festival ambience. Beneath splayed fingers that shrouded the upper half of his pale visage, crimson eyes darted back to Darius in the form of piercing slits. 

        “Suffered no shortage of hardships, have you?”

[x-sanguinate]

[ bite. ] @liondarius reverse! (it would make more sense i think)

violence - @liondarius

    Now this was a rare sight indeed.

    So above the self-important aristocrats that infested the upper echelons of Noxus was he, the very Hand of Noxus. He was the emboidment of Might within the Trifarix Council, and beyond that, nothing.

    At least as far as Vladimir was concerned.

    Yet here Darius was, at one of Vladimir’s many public functions. Here, Vladimir intended to celebrate the multitudinous cultures that found themselves united under the Noxian banner by hosting something of a festival. Complete with food, music, and drink from all across Noxian territories, there was a little of everything to be found here.

    When Vladimir first spotted Darius among the crowd, he knew that he could not simply leave him be. After all, how disrespectful would it be for the host of such a grand celebration to not personally welcome the General of the elite Trifarian Legion? Among the swaying crowds of commoner and aristocrat alike, Vladimir appeared before Darius with a voice that cut through the ambience like a knife through one’s gut.

    “Care for a dance, General?”

    Truthfully, Vladimir didn’t expect Darius to accept, even if it was with a visible degree of skepticism. By now, the Hand of Noxus had proven that he had a basic understanding of dance, Vladimir supposed, but he was all too concerned with showing off to care, using all manner of elaborate moves both known and unknown to take control of the space around them. Their dance became the focal point of those gathered around them, a fact that Vladimir absolutely adored. 

    Then, when the latest song began to reach its climax, Vladimir took the taller man into a sudden embrace, placing a hand at the back of his neck and forcing him to lean closer during their dance. Placing his soothing lips close to Darius’ ear, the Reaper cooed “Time for the finale, darling …”

    A sudden, forceful bite pierced Darius’ neck without warning.

    And the Crimson Court cheered.

[nihilistic-predator-blog]

hip forearm combo

“How can you be interested and indifferent about someone at the same time-?”

[executions-made-sexy]

ayyy bro rate me

Send me a name and my muse will tell you what they think of them!

“What’s there to say, that you’re a stuck up suck up to the bird.” Draven sneered at his brother before he cracked a grin and threw his head back laughing. 

“Nah, you know me better then that. What’s there to say. You kept me alive all these years and deal with all my shit. I mean what do you want from me. Draven doesn’t do all this mushy shit you know.”