HAPPY LOVE DAY.
Have some cute Drasona for the day.
This wasn’t going to be a comic but now it is.
Big ass wip.
(Psst, I know that was you askthemagicalmaven)
(Happy Best Friend Anniversary You hardcore Drasona shipper. You’re great)
Come at me, Noxians.
”Should I call you a Demacians, or a half human half lizard? Both will be just as shitty.”
”That’s right Riven. I just called you a dork. Get your action figures outta here.. Dork.”
Draven blinked at Riven about that drunk stuff or whatever.. She said something. So he kinda assumed what she said. ”Drunk can be fun. Party hard, get drunk. You can’t do one with out the other.” Draven grinned. He placed a finger on his chin ”But you don’t party… So I see the problemo there girly. You just want to sit there and look angry. I get it.” The executioner once again teased. It seem to just roll off his tongue.. Natural Draven behavior.~
”Something tells me I’d wanna see you drunk. ”
”Maybe I’ll see you smile for once..” Draven would somewhat mumble that part under his breath.
”But hey. If you say I shouldn’t see you drunk… Draven still doesn’t care.” He once again carried the grin on his face.
The executioner would lift his drink at whatever Riven said ”I don’t know what that means, but kay.” He tapped his drink on Riven’s soda ”Sante’, Cheers, Hoorah, other words used to share drinks!” Draven would somewhat exclaim in a more stifled tone.
At that, Draven would take a nice swig out his glass. ”Oh man. Can you taste that? Taste of not soda.”
She took a few sip from the can before replying, ignoring his loud appreciation of the drink.
“I honestly don’t know anymore what being drunk would make me do. And i prefer not trying.”
After that, she felt silent, playing with her can idly. She was thinking about her past and her latest hangover wich happened nine years ago, when she had still no idea of what she could do of her life. At this time, alcohol was a way to escape her problems. She stopped drinking after deciding she won’t flee her past anymore. When her mind came back to the present, she noticed something with Draven which made her smile.
“Hep Oh Glorious Executioner, seems like your mustach got wet.” She said, pointing at his facial hair which had a bath in his glass.
Draven waved his free hand at Riven. “Yup. Not knowing what you’ll do is definitely the reason why you don’t drink. Definetlyyyyy.” Obvious sarcasm trailed Draven’s voice. Is was obvious she was keeping some other reason. But the executioner didn’t ask. She didn’t feel like it, she didn’t have to. Not like Draven really cared.
Draven glanced at Riven for a second at what he said, then down to his drink.. His fu manchu was straight up in his glass.. Waving around.. All soak.
“Stop that. This always been an annoyin’ thing in draven’s life.. But I ain’t shavin’ this thing. Thats for sure.” Draven mumbled. He awkwardly lowered his drink to get his mustache out of there.. His fu manchu was dripping from its ends.
“Eh.. This isn’t one of my shinin’ moments.” He would mumble, awkwardly drying off the two locks of facial hair. Though they were still kinda damp.
He did take one thing into account from this.
“Ayeeee. You smiled with me! Thats a change. Rather then deckin’ your hand in my nose. Smile can suit you, Riv.” Draven made classic grin. Something he was known for. “Wetting my mustache funny to you?”
Draven held the radio on his shoulder, glancing over at Luke “Come on. You better start runnin’ through some water. I’m interested for this.”
Unintentionally metal as fuck
“Noxus is on a killing spree again.”
”Darius slam dunkin’ the shit outta people.. Damn. I should join. These things are fun.”
“Darius is already doing a good mess by himself. I don’t think he need your help.”
//Ask will come to me sooner or later.
“Hey guys, Look at what Draaaven found while snoopin’ around.”
//Yes. I drew this. I had to.