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ahri. /// vuikusen.
❛ you almost took a nasty fall there. guess you should be thankful i caught you on time! ❜ @feyquil·
she was - in fact , he had caught her perfectly within his grasp as a shield immediately enveloped her for several moments only for the vixen to be let go . Ahri is thankful and it shows on her expression , bright golden eyes remaining on the Vastayans own before she clears her throat & flattens out her skirt . “ Thank you Rakan . “
Casually does she say this , a little huff to her breath as she had actually been SAVED by the taller . how embarrassing … . well , just a little at least which is why there had been red staining the fox’s cheeks .
“ almost - i’m sure I would have been fine . . “
❛ what ? c'mon, who knows what would've happened ! ❜ lips curve up into a smug grin, every intent to bring her attention to him & have her acknowledge his majestic catch, accompanied with the glamorous dash that brought about the brief shield to protect her from the fall. excessive ? perhaps to the layperson, yet rakan's far from that. a craving for any forms of attention guiding his careful actions for his audience's praise. her simple thank you was enough for him. ❛ we can't have you or your pretty face get messed up from a fall, right ? you're still a dependable ally in this fight, after all. ❜ he pauses, chuckle forming at the base of his throat & sneaking past his lips. ❛ just remember i'm the more beautiful of the two, yeah ? ❜
??? /// voracites.
In the past she’d heard similar questions from others dressed in black & red, but when they came from an equal the sparkle of surprise she thought dead shimmered anew within jade optics. An equal asking about the decision she’d taken always sounded like judgement rather than curiosity ( perhaps because part of her understood the implicit treason ), & although sinking claws into golden feathers was a quick solution to the discomfort he’d awaken the woman never abandoned her lax stance. With dropped shoulders & arms folder underneath her bosom the growing tension was only visible in contrasted pupils, perhaps in the uneasy flick of pointy appendages attached to crimson crown as well if one put enough attention. ❝ You are quite a curious bird, aren’t you ? Better be careful with that tongue, you never know who is eager to get a new one. ❞ The corners of scarlet-coated lips rose for a cynical smile to appear, & with a low chortle the subject was avoided for as long as she refused to provide an answer. She couldn’t stop others from speaking their mind just like they couldn’t force a tease to become an honest reveal, as the vastaya enjoyed it like a domestic feline about to get away with its own game before deciding to please the flashing creature. ❝ Not a spell nor coercion ; it’s just my desire. ——— What I crave for is bonded to humans & through false obedience they loose their grip, you should try my methods sometime. ❞ Guiding one clawed digit toward his chin the kiilash found a moment to hold his face in place, sharp keratin lightly pressed against soft flesh. Katarina didn’t aim to hurt his skin but the circling motion wasn’t fondly received when she was the person being inspected, so better was to encourage his steps to halt if he hadn’t decided to stop already. ❝ But let’s talk about you instead. The capital is bare meters away & you keep wandering like nothing, is there anything in particular you’re looking for ? ❞
inquisitive mind is rewarded with the curiosity of another, hoping to bask in the light of rakan's own secrets, his reason for being so near the capital. what truth could he offer, now matter how faux it may sound ? his curiosity got the best of him, causing him to gravitate towards subservient kiilash ( no, she just mentioned her obedience wasn't genuine in any way. a sly one she is, if he's honest ). albeit he could conjure up a lie from his gut, he wasn't granted much liberty, what with her hands being in current possession of his face. one wrong move & he may, truly, experience her true wrath. murderous. domineering. death's hand is hers to command. he's intrigued, notwithstanding the fact his tracks were put to a halt.
❛ no special reason. ❜ there, a glib remark in his attempt to fool her. cunning can rakan be, knowing full well that it took to survive even the harshest human, the deadliest beings of life. naturally, his object of perfect synergy ( the one whose love captivated him, whose feathers as sharp as her silver tongue ) was missing, so any attempt at combat could prove far too risky. ❛ just thought i could help a lost kitty was all. ❜ condescending comes his remark, chuckle emitting from his throat. his statement was the exact opposite of being careful, who is he to deny a moment of fun, a moment of that carefree nature he's come to oh, so love. he won't die. not when he's got a cause to see to fruition alongside her. ❛ you don't need my help, from the looks of it. ❜ there's truth to his words now, head tilting to the side slightly, curve of his lips raising to form that smug grin.
Ezreal's gonna finger guns at him. "Lookin' good man. Lookin' good."
who’s this twink ?
❛ what's that ? sounds like someone's got some taste. ❜ rakan's got no idea who this blonde guy is. his style's a bit lacking, if he's honest. a tad distasteful ? perhaps. that brown jacket isn't doing him any favors & he knows that to be incredibly true. there's no coordination in his style. regardless, rakan shoots him a charming smile, pushing his ' cape ' aide to let it flow slightly, show off the grandeur of his beauty. ❛ feast your eyes, 'cause it's not always you get to meet someone this beautiful ! ❜ /// @friendsinthefrost
“ 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
kayn. /// inumbrate.
a voice in the depths of his mind tries to interject, telling him he doesn’t deserve rakan’s kindness or encouragement. the dark whisper strikes a quiet fear that he might hurt the feathered friend he’d made, but he suppresses it — pushes it away, fights it tooth and nail for a swift beat. somehow, the vastayan’s optimism and rallying makes it easier ; kayn isn’t certain why that is, but it feels good… and more-so? he enjoys how it makes him feel. he enjoys feeling like the end of that tunnel or forest or road isn’t awash with blood… that it doesn’t have to end with him not knowing who is in control — him or rhaast. there is consolation in the idea that he could be the one standing tall, that he could win back his own flesh and mind. whether he deserves it or not, he wants to be selfish, for once, in his life. his good eye flicks to his companion’s hand and he lets out a quiet sigh, licking at his bottom lip as he reaches out and clasps the profference of aid firmly ; giving his own sign that he aims to accept the other’s help in this mess. ❛ — not sure how i lucked out, y’know, in making a friend like you — but… thank you. ❜ a flash of a smile and a sincerity in his voice, in his features.
❛ you don't have to thank me. ❜ it's not a rejection of his gratitude, not necessarily. the actions of a friend are different from that of a stranger, the amiability of his words stem from the mere fact they're friends. it's that alone that allows him to become a shoulder to cry on ——— ahah, perhaps not entirely, he supposes. there's a difference in doing it solely because he's a friend & doing it because he wants to. to rakan, he does it for both reasons : a base desire that grows at his heart to fend off any intrusive thoughts that permeate through kayn's mind, reminding him that, in fact, things will turn out okay. probably not now. probably not tomorrow. it's when they get to the end of the road they're on. perhaps beyond the horizon ? who knows. there's too many factors to consider, deliberating over each one wouldn't exactly be of use. he knows how he feels, that's all he needs.
❛ what're friends for, am i right ? ❜ lips curve into yet another grin, typical of his visage to be adorned with one, though. natural smiles were more his thing. no shame in wanting to appear more bright, was there ? it made him stand out a little more. good. more of an excuse to garner any audience's attention. ❛ if you really wanna say thanks, though ... maybe some chocolate wouldn't hurt. ❜ silence, for a few moments before a slight chuckle escapes him again. ❛ just kidding, i swear ! ❜
' seasons, they will change. life will make you grow. death can make you hard. everything is temporary, everything will slide. but, they say, love will never die. ' ( birds, imagine dragons )
it strikes him as odd at first. hearing royalty's words escape him so effortlessly, preaching on universal topics that can be found at the base of anyone's heart : desire to live, aversion for death, hopeful for love, love, love. ' life will make you grow, ' it's a typical statement, isn't it ? how traversing through life's bog & withstanding its treacherous obstacles is what builds character ? he thinks that's it. many times has it landed upon his ears & many times has he reaffirmed that notion. rakan's own life wasn't without its own turmoil ; rather, danger beckoned him forward, cause he'd die for setting him in the most dangerous situations ——— not like he didn't enjoy it, though. there was a thrill to be found in it, taunting others & making out of it with every bone intact. that's what he thinks, at least.
❛ love won't ever die. ❜ rakan deliberately echoes jarvan's words, humming & a grin forms on his lips. ❛ 'cause i do think that, say, love makes you do something crazy, you'd still die feeling it & all. that love, i mean. ❜ clears his throat, delivering a confident nod, pearly whites slightly visible as edges of his lips continue curving upwards into a fonder & fonder smile. again, again, she's on his mind. just like it's always been. just like it always will be. ❛ maybe they're right. love won't ever die, but that's only if you ask me ! ❜ immediately his tone changes, heavy - hearted somber moments just weren't his thing ! ❛ take it from me, i've got an 80% chance of being right. 10% chance of being a little off the mark, & that last 10% ... it might look like i'm off the mark, but i'm actually right on the center ! so, really, it's actually 90%. isn't that interesting ? ❜ /// @lightshielded
kayn. /// inumbrate.
for @feyquil / lyric starters / accepting.
❛ there’s a vulture on my shoulder and he’s telling me to give in… always hissing right in my ear like it’s coming from my own head… ❜ his first words come low in a whisper as a subtle ache pulses at his temple, it wasn’t one of his best night’s sleep. hesitance is admittedly palpable, not aiming to shatter rakan’s ever optimistic seeming mood… but he crave the other’s encouragement, ❛ … it’s got me mixed up, trying not to give up — tell me there’s a way to get out of here. ❜ [ fixed at zero by versaemerge ]
❛ don't fall for it. that's what you have to do first. ❜ & onward do his words of encouragement come, drawn out with a natural ease, he could deceive one into thinking this was a common trait of his. it wasn't. not necessarily. optimism bloomed at his heart, yes, albeit never has he continuously used it for a human. except for kayn, but he doesn't mind. he can't. knowing what hell he's faced, sympathy & empathy bring out dulcet songs of inspiration. not ... actual songs, though. ❛ you can't give up so easily, y'know ? it's ... part of the battle. not giving up, giving it all you've got 'till the end ! try thinkin' of yourself in some sort of tunnel or forest. it's dark & everything around you's trying to get you to give up. but look at that ! a helping hand, ❜ up comes his own hand extended towards him with brightest, elated grin. rakan thinks it adds a bit more pizzazz to the story. ❛ it can't help you in your battle, but it's a reminder that it's there to help. there's a way out, a light, you know it ! ❜
??? /// quartlet.
GLIMPSES OF TAWNY FEATHERED PLUME catches his eye before it is eventually squandered by shadows. the lay of the land — the first lands was one interwoven with magics far beyond true comprehension. pulsing veins of ancient rites, burgeoned trees, roots slick with honeyed sap that overlap and nature which is untouched by the hands of smoke and shadow alike. this imagery is not lost to him. nor is the freckled wardance which permeates between.
❛ you know, i never was overly fond on the concept of laws. ❜ his posture is keen, resting upon the ball of his foot as the artisan turns, his cape billowing about like half - clipped wings of waxy ivory. venom dribbles from his words, not quite so deadly but the threat is there. the vatsayan’s presence was not so much a hinderance, nor a total annoyance. he merely was, and whether he would tip the balance on that scale … well, that was up to him. for now, the golden devil smiles. he smiles and smiles and smiles.
❛ i had assumed you were the same, given your escapades but i see now that i was sadly mistaken. ❜
peculiar similarity arises from innocuous remark, what was delivered with intent of being naught more than a jest is accepted as more, as a perceived truth for the vastaya. they, however, overlap, a distaste for law & rules ———— surely, there were unspoken rules that governed the land, the sea, the world, every aspect of life, urging all to abide by intangible law for one's survival ( a natural instinct, wouldn't that be it ? ). were rules & law similar, though ? one's written & the other's implied ? no, no, the matter seems too convoluted altogether. he'd rather adhere to his own pre - conceived notions as to what they truly are. for now, however, heart speaks : it'd be an act of insolence to leave masked guest without a response, to disappear from general vicinity & leave him without response. ( or is it the smell of danger that appeals to him, calls to him ? )
❛ jeez, you really can't take even the smallest joke, huh ? ❜ the venom's not lost on rakan ———— it's palpable, it's there, it's potential for conflict to be born amidst what's perceived as naught more than a chat. mask, whose visage carved from impassive marble ( surface of the mask intricate yet smooth, eerie with its perpetual smile etched onto its form ), turned away, grants rakan opportunity to scrutinize potential threat : lily white cape hung over upper - half of body, mauve fabric of varying tones underneath, gold sparingly used in his design, he must admit it's an impeccable style —— wait, wait, that's just stylish !! nothing indicative of his battle technique. well ... he looks scrawny. there, a sigh & chuckle leaves him, confidence ( nay, cockiness ) exuding from breath's escape.
❛ you're a bit too serious, don't you think ? ❜ cerulean hues fix their focus on the cape, tight - lipped hum given, allowing instinct itself to guide his path towards the side of the artisan. rakan only sees the mask, eternally poised look intact. curiosity causes brows to raise, wondering what, oh what, could lie under that mask ? ❛ maybe that's why you've got a mask on, yeah ? you got a lot of wrinkles from being way too uptight, don't you ? ❜
❛ we sure made it out of that one, huh ? ❜ another mission where he'd gone astray from the plan, opting to follow his own instincts that dictated his actions should revolve around distracting the guards ( not too far off from the original plan, but he had no time to worry over minute details ), proven successful with the execution of another rescue. despite their success, far too many close calls drew them closer toward's death's dance, yet their energy toppled over even death itself ——— so long as there is that guarantee that he can protect xayah, the strength to prevail shall never falter to the harsh winds of death. his strength, a fire, will always be rekindled in those moments. then, later, attempt to lighten any burden that her heart may bear. ❛ you all right, xayah ? you look a little tired. ❜ /// @blcdecaller
❛ it's a bit peculiar, don't you think ? ❜ there's an attempt to catch her off guard, catch her while she's alone —— dangerous woman whose capabilities demonstrates a forte for naught but one thing, per his observing eye : killing. hell, one misstep is all it takes & he's certain that she'd have thirty different ways to kill him planned out. granted, he approaches her with caution, yet can't help but wonder what compelled him to approach her in the first place ( no, he knows, he knows ! curiosity, ever the stubborn mistress, guides him. a desire to know prevails above every sense that wishes to avert itself from danger. ❛ a vastaya doing the bidding of a human ... ❜ rakan coos, circling around her slowly, noticing the distinct features on her personage that resembles that of a feline — he's intrigued. ❛ you under a spell ? they got dirt on you ? ❜
x /// @voracites
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