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[the-phantom-reaper]

Undercover

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Darius’s brow rose in question, his arms coming up to cross. “You do know Morgana doesn’t make donuts, yes? Just cupcakes.” He paused, clearing his throat. “You seem off. Is everything alright?”

“..O-oh, she doesn’t?” Vlad crossed his arms as a flicker of nervousness crossed his face. “Then I have certainly wasted a train ride over here.” He nodded, smirking and feigning smugness. Pausing for a moment, wondering how weird it would be to reveal the true nature of his current being, Vlad locked eyes with Darius.

“..Not feeling off,” He shrugged, “..Just disappointed in, uh, Morgana’s apparent lack of pastry variety.” Fuck, were those words Vi would readily say? “Fucking fuck, I’m sad about it.” Yeah, that’ll do it. Vi says ‘fuck’ all the time. Seasoning his sentences with unnecessary vulgarity would surely seal the deal.

[the-phantom-reaper]

"Long time no see, Vi. What are you doing in Noxus?"

“..Oh, uh..” Vlad’s gaze flickered sideways for a moment, “..Morgana makes.. really good donuts.” Yeah, yeah that’s believable. “..So much so, that I took a train.. from Piltover.” He was getting really good at this whole being-the-Piltover-Enforcer thing. Even got the bra on the first try this morning.

[mercilesslotus-blog]

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“I wanted to talk with you,” He began, guiding the two of them to the nearest seating arrangement, taking a seat beside Katarina. Darius’s hand rested on her leg, gingerly rubbing her fair skin. “About our soon to be child.”

His other hand came up to brush some of the stray hairs out of the assassin’s face, moving it behind her ear. “I have no real preference for who they are to become, be it boy or girl. But would you like to discuss names?”

She always thought she would get over it; the feeling of lightness. Of smallness. His delicate touch purified her. She was never meant to be treated like this. Blood stained her hands, sin stained her heart. A sinner was never supposed to be treated with such patience, such a gentle contact. It was as if Darius cleansed her dirty soul, her heavy soul. 

Behind the murderous gaze was a tortured existence. Behind that mass of red tangles was a lifetime of grief and mourning. She woke only for him, greeted every morning with a certain kind of tolerance, allowing liquor to fall to her lips until she forgot about herself.

See: Mourning vs. Morning. There’s no difference. 

His touches saved her. For only a few seconds, she no longer had to suffer. She felt like she was whole. She didn’t want to speak, she wanted to crawl inside this moment and live inside of it. She never wanted to leave it. 

Reluctantly, though, she moved to the topic at hand. 

No matter how much she longed to name her child after her father, if it be a boy, Katarina ignored her own desires. She couldn’t rescue her father, what right did she have to steal his title? 

Still, her eyes peered at her stomach, which usually felt hollow and transparent. 

“Anastasia.”

[overcompensates]

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There wasn’t much to be seen in the photo. The lighting was bright, there was an erected member. And there was a flash of a peace sign next to it. It appeared the photo was taken with a frontal camera, the man sitting down in the picture. The scars he had self-inflicted were present.

[overcompensates]

"You're so small."

The child stared up, seemingly towards a giant. He stood there in place, tears rolling down his face. He was scared this gentleman may hurt the boy, as many others have. These people haven’t actually physically hurt him. He was imagining it all. Still holding onto his note book, little Jayson cried. “I—…I…Y-y-y-y-you’re so big…” There it goes again, his eyes were changing. They were rapidly changing into those big, dark voids. He began to whimper, burying his face behind his little note book. He was scared, and hungry.

This isn’t a way for a small child to live. Not when their parents are present. He sobbed, trying to stop. But it wouldn’t work. Jayce is nervous, he’s scared the Noxian would bully him. Of course, his mother taught him naturally to run away from these kind of images. But they happened so often. He’s afraid of leaving. He doesn’t want to leave. But. Fear paralyzed him. Jayce’s legs refused to move. Murmuring once, he repeated himself when he received no response: “W-w-w-w-w-who are you? …”

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[lightning-and-thunder]

Too Soon(closed)

Katianse didn't wish to return to Noxus so soon after the events that transpired there but.. She desperately needed to restock her supplies back at the clinic. It would be a quick in and out visit, that was the promise she made to herself. Don't get involved in anything, don't stand out.. Stay in the shadows, keep her hood up.

Noxus was such a large city and without proper direction she could have gotten lost easily. However, there was a route that she knew well enough that would take her to the shop that stocked the medicine that Katia needed. 

Being so focused on her path, she ended up bumping into a man. Emerald orbs flickered upward with fear etched deep into her irises. Fuck. The man turned to address her, about to shout at her then paused. Katianse recognized this man just as he did her.

"You were.. You were the bitch back at the Black House!" Backing off, Katia took off like a rabbit away from a wolf. The cloaked man followed after her, shoving people out his way and reaching for his gun. The pistol stayed hidden under the cloak but was ready to shoot when he got her cornered. 

The mage's hood was strewn off allowing her golden locks to fly free and the sea foam headband practically being an arrow pointing to where she was. Panting breathes ripped through her lungs, she wanted to cry at her luck.. Why, why her?

Katianse had easily gotten herself lost again, stumbling into an alleyway and stumbling into a high pile of trash. Soon the man from the Black House came romping down the alley with his gun cocked.

"This is for Edd and Thortin, die you fucking bitch!" The gunshot sounded, but Katianse had moved before he had initially fired and dove towards one the brick wall that was to the side of her and behind a steel container.

I'm going to die, this is end.. Gods please, please please save me.

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[overcompensates]

If they had a kid. you and me. ;D

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{{ Ah, if my friend still had her blog available, she'd be jumping for joy. These two men are her OTP. }}

If they had a kid meme

Name: Darrien - It was Darius' idea to keep the D-names going. Jayce agrees with this.

Gender: Male.

General Appearance: Darrien would be a tall gentleman, with short hair similar to Jayce's. Gray streaks on the sides of his head, and is generally kept clean - Upon the hero's request. He has a muscular build, as strong as both of his fathers. With brown eyes, and a set of crooked teeth. His skin tone is a bit more on the tanned side, but that's 'cause he went out a lot when he was smaller. Plus, uncle Draven might of taken him to catch the rays at one time or another. Oh, and he has big feet, too. There are no visible scars.

Personality: Prideful, yet determined to seize the day. He's a quiet boy, but if he must. He'll voice his opinion whether or not anyone wants to hear them. Because of that reason, he gets in trouble. I'm guessing Darius doesn't really mind this behavior but Jayce does. He is disciplined when the time comes, and was taught from wrong-to-wrong thanks to the Noxian genernal. Darrien is closer to Dar than he is to Jayce. Thankfully, none of the Hero's condition passed on.

Special Talents: He'd make an amazing lawyer. Darrien can argue his way out of anything. But if it comes to battle in arms, he'll steal his father's ax. And launch into the fray.

Who they like better: It differs at times, but he likes Darius best. Mainly for the no-rules thing.

Who they take after more: Jayce

Personal Headcanon: Darrien calls Jayce 'Mom' or 'mother'. This upsets the Defender greatly.

[overcompensates]

"I've heard extravagant things about you, Jayce. I wonder if they're true."

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'Extravagant things'? It could mean different things. Jayce is a certified techmaturgies inventor, a hero of a city-state that declined to help against a looney Zaunite. And a champion of the League. Being faced with the Noxian before, the gentleman quietly stared. He had thick-rimmed glasses, as he forgot to put on his contacts. Uh, is that a good thing? Extravagant things. ... It had to be. He had a but of awkwardness when it comes to casual conversation but. The Defender knew how to hold himself well right after a few small bumps. Sometimes, giant ones.

"I'm hoping they're good things. The papers tend to write lies to thrill the common folks." Jayce puts out a hand, though it was visible it was shaky. A side effect of some of his medication. "You're quite an o-o-opponent on the Fields. And a fierce general. Those living in Noxus must be proud of you." Piltover doesn't have an army- it didn't require but. But it did have the best-of-the-best available in the police force. And then a small-time Hero. Usually, though. Nothing exciting really happens.

Watchful Piltovian eyes are always on the watch against Zaun, it's kinda boring, really. Those eyes shook, as he was afraid that he didn't have on his contacts. Is that sweat? Probably. Why's he so nervous? Perhaps it's the tales Jayce has heard about the man. They weren't good ones, either.