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yasuo. /// flowihnd.
OH , HOW THE WANDERER’S DAYS have changed in the melody that threads them together , and how different the rhythm his feet walk to has become . Replacing solitude’s endless vigil is the equally endless energy of the Vastaya , leaves intermittently leaving the comfort of the tree branches in favor of accompanying the wind in its journey . A light chuckle breezes through Yasuo’s parted lips , joining the chilly evening air . “ I meant —— Ah , never mind . ” Explaining it would rob it of fun ; plus , he’s sure Rakan is well aware of the discreet punchline . He takes a small drink from his flask , ties it to his belt , and ( unbeknownst to Rakan ) imitates the Vastaya’s posture , resting the back of his head against joined hands . “ Sounds like the biggest danger for you at the moment was climbing the tree just now ! ”
YASUO SETTLES AGAINST THE TREE trunk , eyes closing briefly before they open once more . The pastels in the sky have begun to dim , giving way to the dark of night and the first peeking twinkles of the stars . “ But don’t you worry , Rakan , I’m not going to miss the rise of the moon … ” he continues , voice softening as the day’s exhaustion creeps up his throat . “ I never do at this point , really . Am I saying I don’t really sleep ? Weeeell … ” Another chuckle , this time encouraged by the influence of slight intoxication . “ Huh , maybe . At least not as often as I should . ”
ah, a farewell to that old routine of solitude, replaced by this new one. / in that distant past, he was the sole entertainer on this set stage, the eyes of the audience focused on naught but him, the beauty & grace of every natural feature, every natural move & its flow, embedded with an exhibited passion from his heart ( it is the melody that guides him ). in a forgotten yesterday, he was chosen, the only capable one of performing these beauteous dances that humans could not avert their gaze from. it is only miracle, fate, luck that now, each festival, there comes a new expectation : certain dance partner, a wanderer whose calling is the wind, appears & leaves just as swift. yasuo. only one who's managed to keep up with his every move, successfully impressing rakan, as both engaged in an impassioned dance that sung for those higher beings, very ones that granted them this gift. this is an art that others would not dare partake in, it's different having another to share this enthusiasm with. this is the new norm he's come to wholeheartedly accept.
❛ hey, that wasn't dangerous at all ! ❜ an abrupt motion, he rises ——— like the moon, its gleaming silver light & its comfort matches rakan's own demeanor, despite his eccentricism. never calm, too much energy that can't be contained. upon sitting up & turning his head ( meager attempt to get a view of yasuo ), though making sure he does not fall as consequence for action. perfect. ❛ i think your lack of sleep's a little more dangerous, yasuo. falling asleep here ... you're not meant to literally fall ! but, guess if you do, i could end up catching you. ❜ surely a jest, his own retort to yasuo's earlier one. its only fair a jubilant canary, granted gift of flight from this chilly wind, is there to rescue what grants him newfound freedom.
yasuo. /// flowihnd.
“ WHAT ? CAN’T A HUMAN WATCH the sunset by his lonesome without it being considered strange ? ” Perhaps it isn’t the most orthodox way of doing so ———— but perching himself atop a tree branch , flask in hand and nodachi resting across his knees , is a better alternative to the ground ( and the people ) below . There is a whisper in the air , like the echo of a distant wind , that speaks in ways no other force in this world can —— and with the familiar comfort of alcohol’s warmth , the incoming night will be much easier to bear .
THAT , AND THE VASTAYA’S UNEXPECTED company . “ You’re thinking I could’ve just picked the ground , right ? Hm . Less dangerous , sort of . But I do like living on the edge . ” ( @feyquil· ! )
❛ it is pretty strange though, don't you think ? ❜ yet who is he to dictate what's strange & what is not ? is he not the most eccentric guy all of ionia praises precisely for how unconventional he is ? tight - lipped hum emits from his throat, only serving as a precursor to the subsequent attempt of climbing the tree —— fails once, twice, ( loud thud & whine indicative of such ), yet it is the third attempt where his plan has come to fruition !! he's now perched on a lone branch near yasuo, only then realizing he can't even see him, not even if he turns his head. it's unfortunate, buuuut ... ❛ a seat like this means you should be watching the moonrise, not the sunset ! ❜ proceeds to find a more comfortable posture, legs crossing ——— one over the other ——— followed by lax limbs raising, hands meeting at the back of his head, digits interlacing & serving as a headrest // perhaps too carefree, to focused on relaxing over the potential threat of falling down. HOW UTTERLY RAKAN.
❛ what's that about living on the edge, though ? gotta say, life's fun with a little danger. or, in my case, a lot of danger. ❜ life is much too short to be concerned about the potential harm that could come out of it ; rather, it's the entertainment that is far more rewarding, seeing one come after him only to fail miserably. even now, he wonders if he's at risk of meeting the edge of yasuo's blade. heh, he'll cross that bridge if he ever gets to it, the wind may be swift, but not a swift as his dance.