#vladtalon

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Commissioned from xanatnemx as a present for a friend!

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Lovely lineart is mostly from @deathlygaze who did a very cute Count Vlad and Talon! She was kind enough to toss me the lineart so I could change the lines a little to give Vlad long hair and color it in my style. <3

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Talon paints his lips with something white and sleek, something that drips like honey and shines like metal; the sight of the brush swiping over Talon’s lush lips is enough to make Vladimir lick over his own. What’s that horrid little brat doing now? He doesn’t wear lipstick, Vladimir’s kissed him enough times to do that, and the fluid calls to Vladimir like true north calling magnets.

“What’s that?” Vladimir asks, watching his lovely little curiosity do something curious. What an entertaining one this boy was, nasty killer that he was.

“New delivery system.” Talon turns away from the mirror to smirk at Vladimir, wiping the brush against the jar’s rim and then closing the jar without looking at it. The jar clinks softly as Talon puts it down on the dresser and a second later, Talon’s on the bed, perched on his heels and leaning slightly forwards. Such a bold boy to move like that around Vlad, to perch like he’s the predator about to pounce. The little brat.

“Why give you blood in vials if you can taste it straight from my lips?” Talon asks and then grins, all white teeth and wild threat.

Vlad gets no more warning than that before Talon lunges at him, catching his mouth in a hot, slick kiss. The blood drips off his lips into Vlad’s mouth, the flavor soft-warm like dandelions blown to freedom on a hot summer’s day, and Vlad licks Talon’s mouth instinctively. He chases every precious drop of that blood, his hands on the boy’s hips to keep him in place. When the last of the blood is gone, Vlad bites deep, sinks his teeth into that plump lower lip offered to his hungry mouth, and lets the old-new admixture of hemomancer’s blood and Talon’s own potent blood flood over his tastebuds.

“Delicious,” he drawls and pulls Talon closer still. Sweet, precious, vicious boy. Vladimir will suck the marrow from his bones before he’s done. “But you always are my favorite flavor.”

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Absolutely GORGEOUS artwork commission done by @empty-chameleon as a gift for @ask-thebloodmage. 

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“Tomorrow is the execution, isn’t it?” - BloodForVlad

Silence stretches on so long that Vladimir almost thinks that Talon won’t answer. The assassin’s staring at the floor instead of at him, fingers curled around the petricite bars of the cage as if Talon could pull them apart with sheer strength alone.

Heh. Even if he were going to betray his siblings so, Talon doesn’t have the raw strength necessary. Sion would’ve, Darius might’ve, but they’re all dead. From his cage, Vladimir saw them executed.

“Yeah,” Talon says finally, voice subdued and soft. He looks up for a second, making brief eye contact, and the scarlet splash of his irises is dark with guilt. “They want me to silence you before they crush you between petricite rocks.”

Vladimir considers that dispassionately. He’s survived drowning, burning, beheading and throwing himself from Darkwill’s tower. Petricitie suppresses magic, as does Talon’s silence; he supposes that it’s possible that this might kill him. Might.

What’s more interesting is the way that Talon clearly believes that this will end Vladimir. His shoulders are slumped, his knuckles white from how tightly he’s holding the bars. The guards who should be watching the cell are nowhere to be seen, either bribed or dead (more likely the latter, Vladimir assumes, Talon doesn’t seem the type to waste money on bribes) and for a little while, Vladimir and Talon are alone.

“Will you?” Vladimir asks and it amuses him, just a little, that he’s even asking. A few months ago, he would have assumed that of course Talon would have obeyed, of course Talon would have protected his place in this new Noxus.

Now, though, he thinks of Talon dripping wet in the firelight, Talon seated by his bed and speaking to him until he falls asleep, Talon standing utterly still with his eyes closed so that Vladimir would feel safe – the man’s proven, at the very least, that he had no intention of hurting Vladimir. Had.

The rules have changed. A new game has begun. Vladimir doesn’t know what Talon plans now, but he knows that Talon doesn’t want to hurt him. It’s in the way that his muscles are tense, in the long pauses before Talon speaks. It’s screaming from every line of Talon’s body and it’s something that Vladimir can use if only he can bring himself to trust in it.

“If I don’t –” Talon starts to say, then corrects himself, “If I do, but it’s not strong enough or doesn’t last long enough, would you be able to escape? Petricite makes it impossible to do magic. If you’re placed between two petricite rocks, would you still be able to pool before they crush you?”

“No.” It’s a flat answer. It’s an answer that Vladimir knows Talon knows. It’s the petricite bars of the cage that are holding Vladimir trapped rather than the lock of steel. Why is Talon asking something so stupid? The assassin is many things but Vladimir has never thought him a fool before.

Talon nods, eyebrows pulling together in a frown. “You’ll be in the cage until they take you out to  - tie you to the rock. That’s only a few seconds of freedom.”

Enough for Vladimir to infect people with a hemoplague. Not enough for Vladimir to get far away – he can pool, yes, but he can’t parkour and bolt the way that Talon can. He is meant to fight, not to flee, and all Talon is saying is that Vladimir will have time to avenge himself before he dies.

“Is that all you came here to tell me?” Vladimir asks, watching Talon’s downturned face. Talon’s always been so infuriatingly intent on staring at him with those vivid eyes;  to not have those red eyes trained on him is disconcerting.

“No,” Talon says, then takes a deep breath and lets go of the cage. He steps back, pulling a few strands loose from his hair and then bites his own lip until blood wells up. “If you get captured again, tell them that I was an idiot and tried to open the cage to kiss you. You rushed out and overpowered me, then locked me in the cage.”

He glances up and meets Vladimir’s eyes; his smile is a thin, strained thing but it’s real.

“But it’s better if you don’t get caught.”

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[@soif-desang drew me this because she can’t get into her Vlad account and this was supposed to stop me from being too disappointed. It worked.]

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Silver

“Vlad.” Not Vladimir but Vlad, and Talon’s fingers twitch at his sides at the thought of silver anywhere near Vlad.

The bolts had buried themselves deep int Vlad’s back - for anyone else, wrenching them out have meant death. For a hemomancer, it meant pain but it was safer to get the silver bolts out of Vlad than to let their poison keep spreading through his blood. Talon stared down at the blackened flesh surrounding the rugged holes and felt a snarl rising through his chest and up his throat.“I’ll kill her for this,” he swore as he tilted the jug to pour more distilled water over the large, raised blisters that bled clear fluid over Vlad’s back.Vlad groaned, fingers clutching at the sheets, and Talon smoothed one hand over Vlad’s sweat-slicked hair.

“Sorry,” Talon said softly, “Just bear it for a little longer.”“Stop being so gentle,” Vlad snapped in reply. “It’s all in vein. Cut out the poisoned flesh, bleed me clean and I’ll heal once it’s all out.”

“...Fine.” Talon set the jug down, then switched out the towels packed around Vlad’s sides. His hand didn’t shake as he picked up the sharpest of his blades, but he did allow himself to lean forward and peck a kiss to the back of Vlad’s neck. “I’ll make it quick,” he promised and began.

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"You are going to break your promise. I understand." - BloodForVlad

"You are going to break your promise. I understand." The resignation in Vladimir’s voice was as terrible as his tenderness, outplaced and so alien that it made Talon set his tea cup down. The liquid trembled as the china met the wooden surface of the table, shaking in a way that Vladimir’s voice would not.

“I don’t make promises I can’t keep,” Talon answered, his usual diffidence replaced by hard-won calm. He folded his hands in his lap to stop himself from reaching out to Vladimir. Touching his arm or cheek to emphasize Talon’s words would do nothing good here. If his words (so clumsy, so weak, so pathetic) couldn’t make Vladimir understand, then Talon would fail as he had failed so often when it came to Vladimir.

Vladimir’s laugh was a dark and bitter sound, a brief scoffing exhale that held nothing of humor or happiness in it. “This promise isn’t one you can keep. Death’ll take you from me even if you don’t tire of me before that.”

Talon shrugged, the ripple of muscle over his arms almost obscenely healthy as his shoulders rose and fell. “Maybe. Or maybe I’ll find some way to cheat it. Swain has. Zed isn’t going to die soon either. Neither is Kayn or Varus.”

“…You’re talking about binding your soul to a demon or spirit.” The cup that Vladimir had lifted to his lips was set down again, pale pink liquid slopping over the side to stain his cuffs.

He didn’t even notice.

“I promised I wouldn’t leave you,” Talon said quietly, lacing his own fingers together and squeezing in lieu of holding Vladimir’s hand. “I am going to keep that promise.”