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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.

K & R

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

i like to think rakan’s a good kisser! but this comes mostly from my own speculation that he’s like…….got experience w/ it from how much of a charmer he is, if that makes sense? there’s those kisses he’s had that didn’t really mean anything, and then there’s the kisses he’s shared with xayah that mean the world to him – both require a different level of skill, i like to think. one’s meaningful, deep, and the other might be more hedonistic in nature than it is significant to him. that skill comes with the experience of him being a good kisser, though!

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

i think this one’s a bit obvious, but he’s very much a romantic in every sense of the word! he’s got an idea of what his love is and what it means to be romantic and in love which can, of course, lead to a very idealized ( or romanticized, you could say ) idea of how to act when he’s in love. it’s……excessively sweet if i’m honest, and kinda cheesy, but. it’s how he’s best able to convey those feelings! thank u for coming to my ted talk as to why rakan is such a romantic

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              ❛     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   ?     ❜

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