Let light Fall

“Sorry I had to be sick around you. I just had a thought…. Nevermind.“ Lux shakes her head and glances at him. She is absolutely transfixed as he begins his routine with a crack of his neck. Lux furrows her brows and leans against the doorway of the bathroom, watching the man as he pulled himself up. She didn’t want to interrupt him while he was speaking, but she didn’t want to stare at him as he worked out. Lux clears her throat and moves to the bed where she sits down, facing away from him.

When he is finished speaking she waits for a moment then speaks, “what are you expecting me to do exactly?“ She knew how the ropes of a marriage contract worked and they seem to have fulfilled most of it. Lux sighs and sits up to look at him once more.

His grunting just made her flush, looking away from him once again. This was outrageous, how could she be so brazen the night before and now be a blushing bride? She sighs and puts her hand to her forehead.

“Can’t afford to be ill.” He muttered before releasing one hand and started doing on handed pull ups. To say he was showing off would be an understatement.

“I don’t know. What ever wives do? Does it look like I know?” Draven straightened out his legs and dropped down then turned towards her. “Go do what you want, don’t die because while I might not like it you’re my wife. Someone harms a hair on you and I will make them wish I’d given them a swift death.”

He walked over to the bed and picked up his shirt to pull it back on before reaching down to take her chin in his hand. Pulling her face to look at him while he spoke as he couldn’t stand being ignored.  “I. Don’t. Like. People. Touching. Whats. Mine.” Draven growled out before releasing her.

Her own baby blues were wide, fearful of what he may do to her if she did anything wrong. It only agitated her a little that she should be dong ‘wife stuff’ but she couldn’t exepc a Noxian to respect her like Demacians did. He growls into her face before letting her go.

“I can take care of myself. I was going into the army before I ended up working the job I am now.“ Her eyes widen and she covers her mouth, gasping.

“I don’t remember asking for your opinion.” 

“You’re completely useless at this.” 

“I didn’t ask for your company, you came along on your own.” 

“Can you do anything right?” 

“Will you please shut up for once?” 

“Hey, look at me. Either you obey me, or you die.” 

“I’m not interested in hearing about it.” 

“Did you really think I cared about you?” 

“You’re just a tool, to me. A poor one, at that.” 

“We all have our vices, don’t we?” 

“My god, you’re oblivious. How long were you in the dark?” 

“Hurry up, I don’t have all day.”

“What happens to you isn’t my concern.”

“Shut up before I cover your mouth.”

“I can do anything I want to you, and you’ll still enjoy it. Pathetic.”

“You’re starting to bore me.”

[ trail ] for your muse to start a trail of kisses down my muses neck. 

[ shift ] for your muse to move hair off my muses face.

[ stroke] for your muse to gently stoke my muse’s face.

[ chin ] for your muse to gently grab my muses chin.

[ tuck ] to place a blanket on my muse.

[ wrap ] for your muse to walk into the room and say nothing before wrapping their arms around my muse. 

[ fidget ] for your muse to comfort mine during a bad dream.

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mines hair.

“Hate people being sick around me. When the maid brings the food back send her to get you medicine. If you want to roam around the mansion you can but I don’t advise traveling outside of it as we’re in the midst of Noxus where there higher ups live. Someone would be bound to recognize you and neither of us want that.” Draven grunted out as he exercised.

When he is finished speaking she waits for a moment then speaks, “what are you expecting me to do exactly?" She knew how the ropes of a marriage contract worked and they seem to have fulfilled most of it. Lux sighs and sits up to look at him once more.

Graves’ armor, gun and other effects are placed into a box and put aside for the time being. They won’t help him with the task at hand, and they certainly don’t protect him from the Bilgewater sun. He stands in his beater and regular pants, ready to work. 

Graves’ armor, gun and other effects are placed into a box and put aside for the time being. They won’t help him with the task at hand, and they certainly don’t protect him from the Bilgewater sun. He stands in his beater and regular pants, ready to work. 

“Oh, you love the beard. And the hair. And the body hair. Don’t lie, I know you do.”