— this head i hold

                                                          I can’t go on - I can’t even start.                                                 I’ve got nothing left - just an empty heart                                                                           –– • ✖ • ––                                                               I’m a soldier; wounded,                                                              so I must give up the fight.

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            — — the man before him was perhaps even more eccentric than he was, which catches draven off guard - though also intrigues him. he scoffs at the other’s words, shaking his head. “ i doubt it, but you’re certainly eyeing them as if you’d like to try. ” he glances over his shoulder - typically, he wouldn’t be one to simply offer his axes to someone else to try, but he had his own offer in return. “ but only if i get to try out your guns. ”

okay lets play a game: instead of y’all asking me headcanon questions, send me your headcanons for my muse. ( bonus: if i really like it i may make it an official headcanon )

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            — — draven gazes down to her with a light chortle, his brows raising at her response. “ i mean, you’ve certainly kept out of my parameters until now, and i’ve traveled often, too. been spreading my glory- ” he pauses, realizing that this isn’t really about him. instead, a corner of his lips raise into an all-too familiar smirk. “ ya’ mean you’ve been to that yordle city, too? i’ve always wanted to go there, but i’m too afraid i’ll get whacked in the shin by that one yordle with a hammer. ” he scoffs gently, trying to lighten his feelings with humor - though it doesn’t entirely work. “ what other trouble have ya’ gotten yourself in to? don’t tell me you’ve ran off and gotten another best friend, now. ”

A brow rose as the soul reaver mirrored that smirk. Was this guy assuming he wasn’t… who he was? He expected confusion, but not such unrecognition. He briefly brushed a hand over his own face–maybe he looked a lot more different than he thought without the presence of his dearly missed facial hair. “I’ve seen a lot of fans take it on, yeah. It’s not somethin’ everyone can pull off well, though.”

            — — his smirk is perfectly replicated on the being before him, and his nerves perk as he cocks a brow. oddly familiar, very unnerving - his nose twitches, and he scratches at the scruff at his cheek. “ fans? are you pretending you were the first with this hair? sorry, fella, but draven was the original. ”