DRAVEN OUT!

and it was upon the war torn fields, with the triumphant cries of noxian soldiers ringing in his ears and his brother darius no where in sight, that draven had never felt more ALONE. 

         he  stands  there  in  the  room , the  two  of  them  for  the  first  time  the  only  people  in  it . marcel  usually  stuck  to  himself ,  or  to  his  matron , and  never  once  seemed  to  get  alone  with  anyone  else  before  now . it  is  not  something  he  did  on  purpose , it  just  seemingly  happened  this  way ; he  isn’t  complaining , fingers  treading  the  leather  of  the  unoccupied  chair  while  he  looks  at  him  a  bit  daringly . he  knew  his  place  was  below  him , but  he  leaves  his  back  straightened  out  and  moves  his  mouth  to  show  a  smile  just  as  daring  as  the  look  he  gave  him . the  only  person  he  dared to  show  his  fear  to  was  the  matron , her  vice  grip  the  only  thing  that  could  bring  him  to  stop , but  he  feared  him  as  well .            ❝       if  you  do  not  take  demands , do  you  make  them ?      ❞       his  throat  feels  dry  as  he  asks  this  of  draven , swallowing  a  little  heavily . for  a  first  one  on  one  interaction , he  feels  like  it  is  not  going  particularly  well for  him . of  course  he  realizes  draven  made  demands , but  the  double  entente  is  left  there  in  the  open  air  for  him  to  figure  out . better  left  unexplained , in  a  world  of  double  meanings  and  double  crosses .

     ▎ @noxianexecutioner // con’t x.

     an axe is thrown with deadly precision; the thing humming with power, spinning in the air for a moment before impaling itself in the wall. a HAIR’S distance away from marcel’s skull, the weapon’s song is cut short, a BOOMING thud the pounds into the other man’s ear. a vicious grin spreads across draven’s lips, calloused fingers poised in the air from the throw, before returning to his side.