Solo queueing, maybe switching accounts later.
Solo queueing, maybe switching accounts later.
Talon saw the blood and brought his hand up, to wipe it away. He saw the smirk and scoffed. “So it was all a ruse. To see if I’d react to you being hurt.” He said, his face angry and hurt. “That smirk on your face is so like you. Who beat you up just so that you could get the reaction huh Ezreal?” All the hate that he felt for the explorer was back and tenfold. The assassin was mistaking Ezreal’s smirk for what it actually was.
League of Legends Stuff
- 1. Do you prefer being in lane or in the jungle?
- 2. What’s your favorite role?
- 3. Favorite Bruiser?
- 4. Favorite Ranged AD Carry?
- 5. Favorite Assassin?
- 6. Favorite Jungler?
- 7. Favorite Support?
- 8. Favorite AP Caster/AP Mid?
- 9. Favorite AD Caster?
- 10. What’s your favorite map?
- 11. What’s your least favorite map?
- 12. Who’s your best Champion?
- 13. Who do you love laning with?
- 14. Who do you hate laning with?
- 15. Who do you hate laning against?
- 16. Which Champion do you think you’re most like?
- 17. Which Champion would you have a rivalry with?
- 18. Which Champion would you kill?
- 19. Which Champion would you screw?
- 20. Which Champion would you marry?
- 21. Favorite Item?
- 22. Which item do you wish was cheaper?
- 23. Which item do you wish was more expensive?
- 24. Whose Lore do you like the most?
- 25. Whose Lore do you find the most boring?
- 26. Do you have any LoL ships? If Yes, name three.
- 27. Demacia or Noxus?
- 28. Avarosan, Frostguard or Winter’s Claw?
- 29. How much do you love Wards?
- 30. Do you wish Wards lasted longer, or the opposite?
|((Neon Strike)) "Talon?" He grins under his blue scarf. "You look rather nice in your Crimson Elite uniform."|
The assassin smiled and moved his head up against the hand going through his hair. He wasn’t going to push it, he couldn’t push it at all. Talon smiled softly and moved his lips up to Malzahar’s, kissing him again.
|"Hey Talon." Kira said as she was throwing up her throwing knife alittle and catching it. "Let's do what we use to when we were young, like good old times."|
Talon flinched for effect, looking down at her. “You did that a lot when we were kids too! Stop biting me, one of these days I’m going to bite back and you might not like it.” He said, slipping away from her, and taking off heading for the roofs of Noxus, climbing up the side of a building that didn’t seem to have any hand holds at all.
Talon closed his hands around Malzhar’s wrist and met his eyes. “Do I look like I gossip about what people do in their homes?” He asked softly before his eyes looked around the room and took more of it in. It was like human sacrifice, and while Talon didn’t agree with it, it was interesting. “I am not going to talk about what I see here Malzahar.”
The prophet glares slightly, tightening his grip a little on Talon’s throat. “I want your promise, Talon. This is one thing I don’t like taking chances about.” Malzahar has no intention of getting arrested a second time because someone couldn’t keep their mouth shut. Talon could say that he won’t tell, but Malzahar isn’t about to believe him until he got a promise. At least in the prophet’s mind, a promise from the assassin meant something.
His grip tightens even more, though not enough that it keeps Talon from breathing. “I should hope you realize why.”
Talon’s hands tightened around his wrist, while he tried to control some of his more baser urges. “I promise you, on the life of the General that I will not tell a soul, or undead person about what I see here.” He, breathing a little short, since this was something that he would enjoy under other circumstances.
The assassin’s eyes roved around and took in everything in the room. He wanted to know more. Would Kassadin’s room look like this?
|Orianna had been having a perfomance in noxus and after the perfomance she head back to her dressing room. On the way though she pumped into talon. "Oh.. excuse me there talon.. I was not looking where i was going, forgive me." she bowed slightly, but almost fell onto him cause of losing so much energy from the performance. - Dancerwiththeball|
"Of course my lady." He said with a smile and a flourish to her. He stood up, momentarily leaving her shoes on her feet, and headed for the door, where a stage hand was waiting for their order. "She would like her supper, and bring a second serving for myself." The stage hand nodded and left to comply, while Talon moved back to the Dancer, crouching down and finished what he had started, with getting her dancing shoes off her feet, along with massaging feeling back into them.
"When did you start dancing?"
|"You seem eager to be kissed, Talon."|
Talon took his hand back and orders his food, before he smiled at the other man, seeing a brief glance of the handsome face beneath the scarf. “For someone who does not have to eat or drink to survive, how does that feel to drink now?” He asked softly, with a tilt to his head. He wanted to know more about the Void man.