* V. / together With Her. - Blog Posts
❛ sorry, xayah, did you say something ? ❜ not his intention to ignore her ever, simply that whatever immediate thought that coursed through his mind caught his attention. maybe he should apologize again. ❛ was thinking about something. could you run that by me again ? ❜ /// @corvalis
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.
unprompted. / always accepting !!
@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.