#general-darius

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The scent of blood reached the noble before the General came to his door. The sweet smell that always brought him excitement. So familiar as his magic drained those poor individuals who fell in front of him. Whenever it was on the man who entered his home, heavy footsteps echoing in the silent manor, it only brought him joy. 

The noble was already at the top of the stairs, descending down, the end of his coat dragging behind him. Falling softly on each step as he walked down. A smile upon his features while his pale eyes watched hungrily at the General. The few candles lit the room with their warm flames. Giving the dark manor and the owner an enigmatic and ominous appearance. 

The large man only smiled warmly back at him, waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs. A hand resting on the railing after he placed his axed to lean against the wall. The blood still staining it, dropping onto his wooden floors.

A slender hand placed itself upon the larger one. A tilt of his head to regard the large man. Their eyes now leveled as the noble was still standing on the stairs. 

“Welcome home, darling. It is a shame you left me waiting for so long.”

Darius only laughed gruffly, pulling his hand from under the slender one. Both hands raised to cup the Hemomancer’s cheeks, pulling him close to him. Having their lips meet after being apart for so long. It was a feeling Vladimir still needed to get used to. This kind of affection that was so very genuine. It felt so wonderful. Sighing into his lips, leaning further to deepen the kiss. A slender hand rested upon the man’s chest after they parted.

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| OH ALL THE ASKS. | (accepting.)

♛ : OTP for my muse

— This one is fairly obvious haha. Swain and LeBlanc is the leading ship I have for my muse for a lot of reasons aside the fact that they’re both Noxians and happen to work alongside each other. @the-ravenous-flock and I have especially done a bit of work on these two in terms of how they came to be and what their backstory is. All in all it’s fairly sad and depressing.

♠ : Character my muse would have a one night stand with.  

— Ohohohohohh this one definitely goes on to either your Darius or @ignis-ad-iudicem‘s Kayle without a doubt.  Gotta keep people in check somehow amirite :^) And LeBlanc really doesn’t need an angel hunting her down. 

♥ : Weird ship I have for my muse.

— I honestly really, really love LeBlanc shipped with Ahri. It’s nothing that’s would work in canon terms, or even be something that’s relatively long term but I absolutely adore it despite the fact that it’s a crack ship. It’s cute and Ahri + LeBlanc make for great contrasts to each other.

☢ : Character my muse is afraid of.

— If LeBlanc were to be confronted with this question you wouldn’t get much of an answer from her aside a long tirade of her explaining the way things work in life and how the idea of fear doesn’t truly exist if you don’t let it be present but… 

LeBlanc is deathly afraid of those that are especially close to her or those she has no control over.

“You are much wiser than you look, then, to realize this. I am sure you have some wonderfully valuable secrets, dear general. You should share them with me.”

"When I invite you to these events, I expect you to socialise with the other recipients, young lady. Not to be staring into space”

The sudden cold tone shocked the young Lady, snapping out of her daydream as she watched the people in the ballroom. Her father stood besides her, at equal height and with a mask of cold disapproval, constantly being worn on his wrinkled face.

Seraphina blushed heavily, face lowering in shame. “I apologise, father.”

“Hmn, you seem to be full of apologies lately, and no results. When I agreed to have a child with your mother, I didn’t expect to have such an insolent infant in my care.” Elias Advae turned away from his daughter, eyes scanning the room, much to her embarrassment. “I invite you to these events so that you may learn about the different people who help to run our nation, and make sure that we are well equipped - and ready - for war at any time.”

Seraphina stayed quiet, listening to her father’s rant. He always did this; found a reason to scold her and drag her down to feeling worthless. What truly irritated her however, was that it always worked. Even now, as she shoved her emotions down, letting them be smothered by apathy, they still peeked through.

“Now, what about the General, hm? I don’t think I’ve introduced you to him yet.”

“What?” Seraphina suddenly exclaimed, before quieting down at the sight of his glare. “I-I mean... do you mean Darius, sir?”

“Yes. Come along.” He began to walk through the crowds, Sera following behind him, somewhat anxious. She had heard of Darius - how could you not have? He was popular among Noxus, known for his bravados in the war and the help he gave to reforming Noxus. Eventually, she was stopped in front of a fellow taller than her by three inches, with dark black hair and what looked like a grey streak running through it.

“Ah! General. I would like to introduce you to my daughter, Seraphina Advae.” Elias called out to Darius, offering a small smile. “Please keep her company for a little while, I must attend to some business.” 

Seraphina felt her heart sink as she watched her father walk away, before turning back to Darius. Even though he was standing right in front of her, it took her a moment to recognise him, swallowing her rising anxiety. Sweeping low into a curtsy, she tried her best to keep her voice strong.

“I... am Lady Seraphina, of the Advae household. A pleasure to meet you, General.”

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In times of war, it was of utmost importance that one keep a positive outlook on life. Luxanna was having trouble finding this positivity when her future was being signed away and to a Noxian General no less. It made her heart take permanent residence in her throat, made her mind spin and chest ache. She didn’t know what to do with her feelings. On top of being unable to perform her magic in Demacia she was now being thrown into the bloody grasp of a murderer.

At least this is what she has been told.

Lux didn’t want to judge a book by its cover, but when the cover was as gruesome as this one was it was hard to not. She stared up at a man with a square jaw and a set frown with deep eyes that burned holes into her very soul. No wonder this guy was the Noxian General. There was a long list of things she wanted to say to him right now, but she was forced to keep her mouth shut least she upset her future spouse. She had been told to be on her best behavior when they met the General and she had been very good, so far. The tight corset around her waist and the stuff skirt covering her legs made movement annoying and she was becoming tired of standing in the same spot.

“Where will we be staying?“ 

She doesn’t realize that she has spoken out loud until the adviser speaking to her father turned to look at her. At least she said it politely.

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Draven is almost at his limit with Darius’ roughness. He growls when the bandages are tightened and he tightens his grasp as it’s tucked into place. He lets his hand fall to his thigh when Darius steps back. The card in his brother’s hand showed a man with dark hair and brown eyes as all Noxians seemed to bear. An unimpressive man, overall, got the better of Draven? How laughable. Draven snorts to himself and shakes his head. He hasn’t been paying attention to Darius who seemed to have left the room.

With a frown, Draven looks off in the direction of his elder brother then turned his head to allow his eyes to wander the room. His boredom was setting in again, making his palms itch and his leg bounce. How exhausting. Draven sighs and sits up with a groan. He couldn’t stand doing nothing and so he pressed his hand to his side, testing the amount of pain he could handle. A hiss is drawn from his throat as Darius returns, the man's voice sparking Draven’s attention.

He grumbles, sneering at the water, but taking the glass anyways and tipping it back against his lips.

“If you said something I missed it.“ Draven isn’t in the mood for his usual theatrics, the ache in his side far too great for him to put forth the effort. He’s mostly pissed that he can’t move from this spot without hissing like a little brat.

“This is going to take too long. I am already sick of sitting.“ Draven digs his nails into the couch again, pushing away the urge to attack his own skin. He grunts and glares forward, assaulting a bookshelf with his eyes as the prickle of bloodlust creeps down his spine.