#talon drabble

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: f!reader | sexual content | anal mention | character mentions murdering you at the end as sex innuendo.

TALON swears it's nothing to him, that you're nothing to him. His life is in service of the Court, of his self-interest, of his preservation. There's no room for you, or someone like you when his duties must be upheld, and sacrifices are to be made. If anyone were to think you meant something to him, you could be the sacrifice. Dealt on the altar of power, you'd be a snow white lamb with your throat cut. There is no room for you with him.

Yet when he looks into your sweet doe eyes, breathes in the scent of your hair, he forgets everything for a moment. One merciful moment is his as he indulges in rich rapture, drinking you in like the God of Wine's most sacred blend. You are an art-form. Truly, in your most vulnerable state, you allow him to bask in it. No one knows what you sound like at climax, no one has seen your bare statuesque form bent and frayed in every position as he unravels you from the inside, no one but him. You give it all to him so trustingly, so naive yet impetuous. He admires it, admires you.

You've grown so distracting to him, he even ponders your recent escapades during his missions. The lonely and long hours of the night are a little more bearable when he visualizes your warm body underneath him, soaking him up as you take his every inch. Briefly, he considers entering you from another hole just to see your eyes light up with intrigue, greeting the new sensation with all the wiles and tenacity of a girl eager to prove herself. You do good for him.

One single claw draws up the blade of his knife at the thought. Uncharacteristically absent-minded, your image runs away with him, a curl tugging at the corner of his mouth when he stifles an anticipatory chuckle. He'll be with you soon. Even if he can't have you completely, that he won't let himself be yours, he'll borrow you as many times as he sees fit.

And if the Court discovers you, he'll be the one to end you. Compared to what the Court will do to you if they find out you've laid with the Talon, it'll be merciful. He'll even let you look into his eyes.

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A Cause I Stood For - Talon Drabble

When was the last time he had fought for a cause, when did he ever fight for a cause if it didn’t mean he could live to see the morning brightness...Staring at the body of the previous king, the shadow knew he had finished his job...And that once more he would get no glory for it...Talon knew, that the one that won that day was Riven...A friend that he never thought he would ever have, someone he would ever trust, someone he would even choose to call a friend. Walking over to the dead body of the old leader plus the guards that laid down next to him, a small smirk grew on his lips. This was how it felt to finish something for something you stood for, something you did of your own free will, this time he did it cause he wanted to...not because he was a lap dog. Putting a dagger into the already lifeless body of Swain’s neck, he had left it there. If everything went to plan, Riven would of ‘charged’ into the throne room by herself and have ‘murdered’ these man with her own hands and got out with the head of the old king.

This was the plan, and Talon was more than okay with it. Though, after a few seconds of silence a cough escaped the assassin’s lips soon followed by the blood leaving it. Placing his hand over a rather large wound on his stomach, he sighed gently, this was how he died wasn’t it? A small chuckle escaped his lips. “Of course...The one time I believe I am doing right, I lose my life that I fought so hard for...Such a cruel mistress you are fate…” Talon knew he could not die in plain sight, seeing as that would ruin the plan by quite a bit...Or at least his plan after all, Riven was going to be the next leader so she had to look tough enough to fight a small group of men by herself without the help of the assassin.

So limping his way towards a pillar at the far end of the room, he went around it so he wasn’t seen unless he was searched for. Slowly falling into a sitting position, he looked out the window and he saw the sun setting. A small smile grew on his lips before he closed his eyes. “This is the first time...I see the sun setting in a relaxing matter...Shame, I will not be able to see it raise...I hope you make a great leader...I’ve done my job, so do yours now. Exiled.” With that, the assassin, no the unsung hero of the Noxian Revolution, drew his final breath...Though he did seeing the peaceful sunset and a smile on his face.