executioner.

Draven Ask/RP Blog.

roninofthewind:

Seeing Draven’s reaction, his anger subsided for a moment. Something about the executioner’s face. He couldn’t place it but something. The ronin had seen it once before. That was his fautl then…perhaps tiems hadn’t changed.

“Drave listen I’m sorry. For everything. Leaving randomly. Puting through everything. All the drunken nights. the taking care of me. the…terrible return of friendship.”

His eyes shot downward, almost as of embarrassment, “You’re my best friend man. Only reason no one touches the feather you gave me.”

            DRAVEN turned his gaze over to see the ronin more straight forward. A hand
            landed on his hip, head tilting back a bit to give him a hard gaze. Never was he
            one for situations like this this. It almost felt like an argument. Just the tense aura
            of one. The apologies making his tongue roll out his mouth in this look of disgust.
            Despite the hard exterior, a sigh breaks him and his rough looks. He couldn’t be
            angry for at him after hugging him the last time he found him from ‘being dead’ .

                     ❝ Listen Blue. I’m always gonna be here
                                         right in Noxus. I let you live here.
                                         And if you still needa’ live here.
                                         Then there is  buncha’ fuckin’ rooms.
                                         But one thing though.❞

                   ❝ Bail on me one more time I ain’t huggin yuh,
                                          I’m kickin’ your ass then yer buyin’ the drinks. ❞