Feyquil - * LIVE TO DANCE !

              ❛     are you sure you're a little too busy,     nasus   ?     don't even got a liiiittle time for me   ?     just a little.     promise i'll give you a reward   !     ❜       ///       @shurima-demigod​

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@shnpo​ said :   ?

              ❛     katarina,     ❜     so does lhotlan speak without prior thought,     hesitation's curse lost on him    ;    no thoughts were needed to address her,     a deadly rose whose thorns could make him bleed if he got too close.     her knives sharp,     her words sharper,     not exactly lacking on veracity with her moves     ———     he's seen her rise multiple times against those that dared to challenge her,     the blood they shed a crown she wore proudly,     scarlet hue of her locks a warning to all that dare cross her.     once again,     the announcers speaks another     'ENEMY PENTAKILL!'     before he speaks again.     ❛     ping me one more time,    &    i will throw myself into the enemy team again.     get fucked.     ❜

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@miellamor​ said :   ' i would give my lungs for you to not drown, i would give my feathers for you to keep flying, i would give my voice for you to keep singing, i would give my heart for you to keep loving.'

              THEIR LOVE IS A SACRED ONE,     it is a fragile craft conjured meticulously by both their hands,     forming it,     nurturing it into that warmth that resonates within their hearts.     they are not connected by mere physicality,     the exterior matters naught,     it's the emotional connection that matters more,     where their hearts become one,     where their love is powerful enough to face the world by themselves,     make an enemy of those that stand against their rebellion.     he'd never leave her side,     gods he'd never leave her side.     to forsake her,     who matters above all else,     would be sin itself.     /     who has ever intrigued him as much as she   ?     who has ever loved him for him    &    not just the charismatic charmer   ?     who has bared her heart to him    &    his to her,     accepting delicate gift    &    cherishing with all their might   ?     it's only them.

              verily,     she was immune to his charms,     it was she who rejected his advances,     but an impassioned heart persists    &    love had been discovered blooming between them.     (   my love,     this flower is ours,     only we may see it,     only we may feel it.   )     to erroneously assume it had been an overnight thing     ...     it brings a chuckle,     fools cannot perceive the trials they've faced,     the many times he's protected her,     the many times she's protected him,     the many times she claimed to leave him were he caught in a peril situation,     only to be saved right after    &    scolded harshly for not being serious enough.

              deep down,     they both knew the truth.     one shrouded in mystery,     but through each error,     each time they corrected themselves,     truth's like shined through,     illuminating an indubitable fact    :     they both knew they cared about one another.     platonic   ?     romantic   ?     foggy mind couldn't decipher it,     he knew his intentions were romantic,     but he saw more of her    &    so were his glib acts dropped,     replaced over time by bonafide acts of love,     genuine passion with every chat they had,     every laugh they shared.     //     her laugh,     oh her laugh,     was there anything more beautiful,     anything that inspired him more than when she smiled,     when mirth graced her features,     that was beauty itself   !!

              ❛     miella,     ❜     he hushes her,     finger pressed against her lips,     amiable smile growing onto his lips,     he leans in,     close    &    makes sure to press his forehead against hers.     deep intake of breath,     small exhale,     then silence.     silence.     words cannot encompass his love for her,     neither can time     ———     their love transcends time,     it transcends history itself,     historians shall not record it,     documents will write of their achievements,     their failures,     there will be information on their success to preserve the wild magic of ionia,     but no matter if a memorial is made,     no matter if others see them as ghosts or heroes,     none will know of their love.     there will be songs sung,     speaking of the two lovers that faced the world,     but none,     none but they will know of this flower they nurtured,     the nature of their love is not an exhibit for the world,     but their private garden that only they may dwell    &    dance in forevermore.     ❛     don't you ever give anything for me.     what i have here   ?     you,     with me,     that's all i could ever ask for.     i don't want anyone else but you.     don't ever sacrifice anything of yours for me.     ❜     only i'm allowed to ever sacrifice myself for you,     miella.

'' the moment i lose control, the shadows may awake their true nature and try to devour your flesh in order to gain a constant physical form. you probably like your flesh, do you not? "

              ❛     their true nature   ?     ❜     the implications are there,     that they are at his will.     his every command is law they abide by,     unless they break free of that control,     adopt that nature they so desire    &    scramble to nearest supposed victim for a physical form.     is that their intention   ?     his words ring true,     they're a blade,     a threat to silence him.     alas,     his thoughts lie elsewhere.     ❛     so,     you control them    &    you don't   !     at the same time   ?     that means you can make them do it,     or they do it by themselves   !     ❜     that definitely clears things up.       ///       @umbrasecta

              ❛     you're a lot taller than me.     ❜     the fact he even has to look up is indicator enough to him.     ❛     &    yet,     i still dig it.     i consider myself a lucky guy.     ❜       ///       @carminae​

“ I’m not so sure if chocolate is the best thing for you to eat .... “ Ahri responds with uncertainty , keeping the box of chocolates near , almost CONTEMPLATING that maybe rice is better .

              ❛     aww,     don't worry about it   !     you're thinking about it too much.     ❜     so comes his reply,     azure hues fixated on delectable box of chocolates,     pondering on their sugary contents    &    thinking about eating them.     man,     oh man,     it's tantalizing,     watching delicate hands carefully hold the box near her frame,     as if to keep it out of his reach.     tempting,     really,     to simply snatch it from her possession    &    run off with it.     but,     that is not a gift at that point.     he wants it to have at least a sliver of value,     which is probably why he hasn't acted out on his desire.     ❛     hey,     you won't have anyone else to give that chocolate to,     right   ?     i wouldn't want you to make waste of that gift you poured your heart into.     so let me take it off your hands.     it's my own gift to you   !     ❜     that is,     in no way,     a two - way street.       ///       @vuikusen

            𝚒  𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕  𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑

                                        𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚎𝚗𝚍                                                  indie/selective/private

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@quartlet​ said :   ❛ ah ... the tragedy of romance, the bittersweetness of true love. you believe your ending will be a duet, but i think not, i think your ending should be a solitary swansong. where your feathers are strung up like molten gold, splattered across the sky, forever entwined with the sun and from your lips will spill brightest amaryllis petals spew forth. when she finds you, she will hold you forevermore. ❜

              they are the lovers' tragedy.     they love    &    love,     it's a boundless love that transcends their mortal forms,     they do not need these feathers,     their delicate touches,     the soft gazes as proof of their love.     rakan    &    xayah were love embodied,     a relationship of pure harmony,     where he is the sun    &    she is the moon,     one incomplete without the other.     //     as the sun    &    moon are distanced lovers,     they are doomed to die apart from one another.     no matter how they desire a perfect end,     one where both may exit life's stage    &    into a peaceful afterlife,     souls intertwined    &    unbreaking,     such is only a dream incapable of being proved real.     fate does not care how bright he shines for her,     she does not care for the moon's light once she smiles     (   it's fugacious,     ravishing,     none can warm the sun's heart like she can   ),     even if only reserved for him,     their end is not together.

              but he denies it.     he denies the song that dictates their separation,     the bitter reality that wishes to not quell pain,     but urge its conquest of heart    &    soul.     his dance shall end without her by his side,     she shall be restrained as his path ends,     as the feathers he once held dear    &    took pride in will no longer shine,     for even the sun is but a light waiting to be consumed by surrounding darkness.     their love,     no matter how profound,     no matter its importance,     is but a speck on this stage filled with actors,     many alike that live these honeyed dreams perceived as reality,     love is a blinding poison.     the fallen cannot find rest,     the morrow's dying light is an ember,     a faux hope many cling onto.     rakan clings onto.     no matter its sneer,     he wishes to die by her side,     it is his intent,     time nor fate can restrain him     ————     he is but a fool that believes this inescapable labyrinth holds an exit,     pity him,     pity him   !!!!!

              ❛     you're wrong.     ❜     negates jhin's reality,     the objective reality delivered through the lustrous lenses of the virtuoso,     beauty's true beacon,     perfection's successor.     that mask,     it's deceitful,     poised with perpetual grin,     though rakan refuses to falter before him.     'till spoken perception encompasses his own reality,     he has no reason to believe him.     ❛     me    &    xayah   ?     we do everything.     together.     ❜     for once,     the charismatic grin he's so accustomed to wearing is gone,     replaced by pursed lips,     a tense stance,     fearing movement itself.     /     if time is movement,     then he would relinquish his love for dance to stay near her,     to forestall reality's gift,     death's sugar coated words that beckon him,     longing for chilly embrace void of any living warmth,     its gateway to the land death calls home,     he doesn't want to leave her alone.     

              he takes note of it,     his own breathing,     how it's more consistent,     how his glare is a defiant one,     how so     ...     uncool he is.     deep inhale,     deep exhale,     calm down.     ❛     i'm not gonna die without her.     we'll die together.     nothing's going to change that.     ❜     &    though he turns,     saturated azures shielded     ———     the threat of rain is near.     he feels it.     ———     he's aware of his own folly    :    though this man's deceitful nature was embedded to his mask,     his self,     rakan,     too,     wears a mask from the same cloth.     he,     too,     lies.     this tattered heart knows of what must be done should peril conditions be met    ;    he is ready to forfeit his life for her,     interrupt her swan song    &    continue his own 'till he reaches the double bar.     that future may be near,     may be far,     though he is always prepared for it.     being confronted with a reminder of that grim prospect serves only to highlight a hidden title,     his title of   the martyr.

"Nice feathers, Lhotlan. Mind if I have a touch?"

              ❛     huh   ?     ❜     stranger's voice falls upon his ears    &    they twitch in curiosity.     first,     this isn't anyone he recognizes     ——     perhaps that's obvious from the way he's being addressed.     ' lhotlan. '     not many he knows address him as such.     it's enough to cause him to turn around,     quirk his brow at stranger    &    scrutinize every aspect of him    :    brown fur,     sharp teeth,     some patched of red near the top of his head     ...   ?     is that what that is   ?     he's not too certain,     but his eyes would never lie to him   !

              ❛     took an interest in my feathers,     didn't you   ?     what can i say,     i'm the embodiment of beauty   !     ❜     vain,     isn't he   ?     but how could he not be   ?     none had feathers more beauteous than his,     none had the unique orange hues that melted into yellows    &    mixed into green    &    yellows.     none had that same glimmer his had    ;    yes,     rakan's quills could be desired by many,     albeit he would never relinquish such a gift he's been granted   !     beauty is in the eye of the beholder,     though objective beauty is dictated by nature,     &    it has chosen him to be that objective beauty,     it disproves that underlying assumption of subjective beauty.     ❛     don't normally let just anyone touch,     but i guess i'll make an exception   !     ❜       ///       @shuriman-thief

boss.     ///     halvett.

          “   PEOPLE  LIKE  THAT  ARE  ALL  talk  most  of  the  time .  Pretty  bold  t’  assume  I  care  about  what  they  say  ‘cause  lemme  tell  ya :  I  don’t  hide  behind  titles .  Someone  wants  me ,  they  get  me .  Usually  prove  ‘em  wrong  then .  ”

              ❛     gotta say,     that's one way to look at things   !     ❜     is it really   ?     or is he providing vocal filler to continue irking him.     he's aware of whom he's talking to,     what dangers lie ahead if he's to act chummy with someone who's not particularly friendly.     but that's just it.     danger is a thrill,     to perceive ire rising on their countenance     (   &    perhaps bait a swing   )     brought him the most pleasing laughs.     this was no different.     ❛     but are you as strong as you look   ?     even without that title   ?     'cause if you ask me,     you seem pretty run of the mill.     ❜     corners of lips curve into a sneer.     he's enjoying himself a little too much.