Draven open his eyes at the knitted fabric wrapping loosely around his neck. Noxus themed. Red and black. Colors the military would wear. He snuggled his nose into the scarf.
”Depends, how do I look?” He said while striking a obviously playful pose because how bad he was pulling it off.
“You look great Draven!” she said with a pure smile. The conjurer was pleased that her friend enjoyed the scarf.
”Of course I do! That is always the answer, An!” He laughed. ”But since you say so of course i am then. So in that case, I love it!” He smiled happily to her. Draven bent down to pet her pretty white hair. ”Damn, but I have nothin’ for youuuuu Annniiiilithhhh.”
When he knelt down, the conjurer hugged the executioner and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“You don’t need to get me anything. Just keep being Draven and that’s all I need.”
His cheeks gained a small shade of red at the actions of affection from her. “Bahhh… Yer too much sometimes for me.” He said as he picked her up, using a free arm to wrap the scarf around both his and her neck.
“As much as I agree Draven is good enough for anyone, yer gonna get a thing from me, sweetheart. And thattttt'ssss a promiseeee. Can’t stop me now.”
executiions-archive reblogged this from anilithiatari-moved-blog and added:
anilithiatari-moved-blog reblogged this from executiions-archive and added: