Unprompted.     /     always Accepting   !!

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@quartlet​ said :   stop looking at yourself and start looking at me stoopid

ok deal, just promise you’ll hold a mirror in front of you? at all times, maybe? cool!

the real bruh moment is rakan having blue eyes in official art but green eyes in his in game model

when u ks your duo

im gonna try smth...... ♥ this post so i can hop in ur IMs to try & discuss character dynamics between rakan and ur muse(s)!

🏆!

how do u feel abt my rakan?

!!!!! THANK UUU FOR THIS ;__;

sylas.     ///     fraying.

          𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄,   𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑,   𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋,   𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 …     the wolf’s teeth snap around the wings of a bird.   it chews through feather and flesh and sinew and bone,   the crunch so loud;   but the screech,   the lark - song of distress,   drowns out all growls of hunger and whistling of weeping willows.   the wolf leaves the bird with its broken wing alive,   for someone else to eat,   for wolves do not hunt birds for feed,   so all that is left is for sport.

“      tell me about these people of yours.     ”

demacia does not hold many vastaya within their ranks,   their innate connection to magic making them much too close to the very thing the land detests the most,   and thus books of knowledge or gossip of old holds little more power than a candle to the fire sylas desires to start.

he folds a hand beneath chin,   resting elbow on knee.   golden chains are collected in lap,   heavy and familiar and a constant but awful reminder of the burdens placed upon a young boy’s shoulders.   sylas blinks slowly,   wolf - ish eyes squinting into a glare,   and despite the rays partially blinding him the evening sun is pleasantly warm against his skin.

summer in ionia is different than it is in demacia,   he muses,   for they need not worry about the cold draft brought in from the north.

“     the lhotlan vastaya.   i have heard of your wings and naught else.   tell me,   does everyone participate in the art of battle - dance,   or is it just the ostentatious few ?     ”

@feyquil          /          starter call.

              BUT OH,     MALEVOLENT WOLF WHOSE GAPING MAW bares blood of flightless bird,     what is folly if not the half - assed action   ?     intent not to feed,     intent not to sate infinitesimal hunger,     it was all for sport,     yet only a song of distress escaped nightingale     ——     what of its swan song   ?     on his stage     (   the stage you have so dared walk on   ),     such performance is averted from gaze of a predator.     fractured wing shall never be graced with flight's song anew,     fractured wing must accept fate's cruel truth    :    deprivation of freedom,     deprivation of flight   !!     oh,     dear wolf,     finish what is started,     for revenge's guiding light shall not mend aching wing,     albeit it shall grant tools to return favor    ;    wolf,     wolf,     a predator needs not its eyes to hunt.

              revolutionary who bears magic with natural ease intrigued him,     for tales have been whispered of     (   the unshackled wolf,     free from the cage that once barred gift of magic     —     like a bird that sought freedom    &    found its calling despite its clipped wings   ),     fear    &    admiration stirred for one that is at forefront of pivotal rebellion.     what is rakan to make of this   ?     verily,     some humans possessed natural affinity for magic,     thereby the silencing of this one's gift not too different from his own cause he so voraciously devoted himself to.

              a gray area is conjured at the conception of such a thought    :    whilst their relations clung onto appearance of being amicable,     was that truth itself   ?     is he to doubt one whose aspirations align with his own   ?     or shall admiration be exhibited through look    &    actions   ?     he doesn't know.

              perchance it's the cant of his head the denotes initial confusion,     only to be cleared up at mage's clarification of his query.     though the sun continues to set beyond horizon,     its dying rays paving way for glimmering moonlight's rise from opposite direction,     rakan's features brighten up with raised brows    &    momentary open - mouthed smile     (   soon closes into regular grin,     for those pearly whites may show some form of aggression     ———     something he wishes to avoid with his ' guest '   ),     they are enough to rival the radiant sun that elates ionia's people.     as rakan sits cross - legged,     elbows resting on either knee,     his posture shifts with intrigue,     leaning forward a bit,     maybe too eager to talk.

              what better is he at than talking,     after all   ?

              ❛     not everyone's as great at battle - dancing as i am,     that's one thing we've gotta get settled.     ❜     much too confident statement delivered without any thought on repercussions of his words.     just like him.     ❛     not everyone participates in it,     not as far as i'm aware.     ❜     source of knowledge for his own tribe   ?     probably not.     ❛     i like to think of it as an art.     the best art that comes from it are the bodacious ones   !     the ones who put heart    &    into their battle - dancing.     you need the flow of battle,     the flow of rhythm,    &    the HEART of magic.     ❜     at least,     that's what his style has embodied.

though loosely enforced before due to an array of circumstances, this blog is now officially 18+ !! if you are under the age of 18, i ask that you please unfollow, softblock, hardblock, whatever works best for you. 

              ❛     hold on,     i don't get what you're saying.     why would you rather use a sword over a bow   ?     ❜       ///       @bxstiae​

ahri.     ///     vuikusen.

Annoyance flickers as the vixen’s ears begin to twitch the moment he began to mention how shes a dependable ally & that hes SUPPOSEDLY the more beautiful one - IMAGINE lying to yourself like that !  Hands put themselves ‘pon the females curvaceous form as she leans forward almost attempting to TOWER over him yet he still holds an inch to her in height . “ You’re attractive but not that attractive ! “  

Though Ahri knows that was more than enough to make the male elated with such praise ,  the nine-tailed fox holds herself to high standards & believes to be one of the most gifted / beauteous creatures on this plane of existence . Beauty is always in the eye of the beholder however Ahri manages to favor that quite a lot.  “  Of course I’m a dependable ally , what do you think I am  ? ” 

              ❛     you're a dependable ally,     always have been,     always will be   !     we just can't have your looks faltering     ——     &    listen     ...     ❜     he is not one to go on tangents of what is beautiful    &    what isn't.     it's not his style.     however vain it may sound,     he knows that beauty's kiss has chosen him   !     ahri,     however,     is a picturesque vixen that exemplifies feminine beauty in his eyes,     her curvaceous form    &    pretty lips exemplifying that    ;    yes,     yes,     if one were to deceive rakan's ears with a dulcet lie of her being beauty's embodiment,     he would fall for such a perceived truth,     refuse to disagree   !!     regardless,     he,     too,     is aware of his own beauty,     he swims in it,     drinks from it.     a visually attracting charmer,     too,     deserves to be beauty incarnate.     such a perplexing situation,     is it not   ?

              ❛     there's things that are clearly beautiful    &    just plain beautiful.     we're both on the clearly beautiful side,     just     ...     ❜     a hum,     digit pressing against this line of his lips,     pondering on choice words that come next.     mind's blocked     /     he cannot care for it now,     a confession of the heart is better,     right   ?     ❛     i just think i can captivate more eyes than you,     is what i'm saying   !     ❜     a confident statement delivered with a nonchalant smile.     a bit egotistical   ?     perhaps.