Vince in bono malum

Jarvan looked up at the stranger upon his throne, a bemused smile playing upon his features. It was rare indeed that someone was so daring and so skilled, that he felt inspired to ask, “What is it that you are doing here good sir? May I interest in you in some more food?” 

In saying that, real life (aka, law school) limits the amount of time I can dedicate to rping these days. Additionally, I’m just not as interested in writing white muses anymore, for personal reasons. 

It’s not unlikely I’ll come back to him eventually. Like I’ve said several times, he’s a muse that I love a lot, and I’ll probably come back every now and then for limited interactions with the few people whose threads and interactions I truly want to keep. 

In the meanwhile, I can be found at @bikmui. If you’re looking for a muse similar to J4 that you can interact with, my Warring Kingdoms J4 (Jiawen) can be found at my multimuse: @riverside-dreams. 

Thank you all for the fun that I’ve had, sharing my love for this boy with you. I hope we’ll be able to talk again soon, whether IC or OOC. 

Thank you again,

“Prince? King? There ain’t no grand General or nothin’? OH! I bet yer king is the head of all military stuff, ain’t he?” He eyed this Prince, noting how confused he was to see the yordle and his steed. Kled could almost gag at how polite this young man seemed to be- aren’t leaders supposed to be feared?

“Yer… Com-poh-sure is a lot different from General Swain- Not that he ain’t anythin’ great. What’s with all the smilin’ an’- I AIN’T NO SIR!” He suddenly screeched mid-sentence. It seemed his brain had finally processed what the Prince said. “I haven’t been a ‘sir’ for hundreds o’ years now!”

“I am Kled! High Major Commodore of the First Legion Third Multiplication Double Admiral Artillery Vanguard Company- and that ain’t even all my titles! I been a loyal Noxian soldier fer’ centuries!” The yordle then squinted in thought. “Skaarl, what did we come here for again?”

The Drakalops screeched.

“OH YEAH! Listen here princy, yer troops been trespassin’ on MY land and I came in here to yell at the idiot who sent em’ there!”

“The king is the head of the entire nation, si-” He paused, clearing his throat and taking a moment to recall all of Kled’s titles. “High Major Commandore of the First Legion Third Multiplication Double Admiral Artillery Vanguard Company.”

“He commands the military, the legal system, the laws... but I digress.” Jarvan was all too aware that he tended to continue on for far longer than absolutely necessary; and that those around him tended not to like it very much at all. He suspected this was especially true of his visitor, who seemed to have little patience for anything he did not like - not that Jarvan blamed him for it at all. Rather, he inclined his head with a small smile. 

“May I ask where it is, this place you call your home?” Jarvan suspected that this Noxian (how had he arrived within these lands without garnering the attention of the guards, anyway?) lived upon Noxian soil, and if that truly was the case, then... 

His father would hardly be pleased with this son of his allowing a Noxian to remain, let alone meet with him, face to face. 

    Woah he was a bit- large? And really imposing. And he thought Zoe was scary… The former Star Guardian frowned, gazing up at the cosmic entity. “Trust me, I’d give in if it were just me, but I need just a little extra time to purify someone else before I go all dark and what not.” He brushed it off like it was nothing. If Xayah were here, she’d probably hit him.

    “Sucks, but that’s what happens when you fall in love with someone. You’re willing to do anything you can to save them.” He eyed the other. “Though I don’t think you even know what that means.”  

“Love?” It was not something he had ever considered beyond some fleeting thought, once or twice, as he watched mortals clinging to one another as they faced their inevitable end. He had watched as they waned poetic about the emotion, as they cried at the pain of lost love, as they fell in and out of this... foreign feeling. 

Yet he, himself, could not feel. Emotions were all useless for one such as he - eternal, powerful, and standing above all mortals in both stature and power. He was above such things.