#terrorizing corra

Draven feels the grating voice more than he hears it and turns with a faked smile and outstretched arms. His son doesn’t barrel into his arms as he did when he was smaller, but he presented a gift instead. Draven carefully extracts the gift from his son’s hands and pulls the boy into a one-armed hug, lifting him so his rear sat on Draven’s forearm.

“There’s the future of Noxus!” He pushes his forehead against Marcus’ and the boy squeals with laughter. Over his son’s shoulder, he can see the boy’s mother. Draven’s eyes swim with evil content as his son throws his arms around his shoulders.