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unprompted. / always accepting !!
@yuanfena said : yasuo lifts a tentative hand , pad of his index brushing along the underside of rakan's fur tipped ear - a near imperceptible friction. " hm " a quiet hum , " sorry " he adds as he slowly lowers his hand back to rest on his side , corners of his lips tipping upwards , " couldn't help seeing if they were as soft as they look "
often are feathers considered most important aspect of him, usual for them to be at center of another's attention, considered as the most beauteous aspect of his person ( every part of rakan is beautiful, he is beauty itself, no such thing as flaw on his exterior ), for their colors were warm & their surface velvety, heiled by the many onlookers as a demonstration of a softness fabricated by nature's divine hands. all appreciation welcomed, for it was praise, verbal or not, & he liked that. / one may consider touch itself a minute act, but not him ——— no, its significance amounted to greater than initially perceived, perchance approaching insurmountable in his eyes, as it served as generous indicator that his allure was effective. that others considered him meritorious enough to be granted attention through curiosity's means. it sated his blatant desire, a need for some form of praise. / such is customary when it came to feathers, but what of these ears, whose softness went unnoticed, whose condition kempt for the sake of flashy appearance, whose silk - like surface had never been touched.
how foreign is touch's blessing & how abrupt !! / not a thought of that desire had crossed mind in a while, though upon receiving it, it elicits the softest hum imaginable, vocal vibration brushing against lowest tonality, leaning towards singular digit 'till —— ugh. golden opportunity, transient as it was, had been revoked, an apology in its place. the only apt response ? a huff & brief groan, interlaced with displeasure. / yes, foreign was that touch at first, though he enjoyed it. ear's twitch is slight, head cants to the side, & azures shift to scan caramel before moving onto the rest of yasuo's features. though, rising grin is most pivotal change ( infectious, capable of making rakan's pursed lips curve into minuscule grin, compounded with brief chuckle ), it was home to a boundless curiosity ( rakan thought so, at least ). who is he to deny a friend such an implicit request ?
❛ y'know, ❜ characteristic lilt makes itself present in voice, innate rhythmic tone, befitting of dancer & singer alike. ❛ if you wanted to know whether or not my ears were soft, just ask ! ❜ carefree, not a drop of anger in his voice ; even now, he is cool, he remained mischievous, he liked having his ears touched. head tilts ever so delicately towards yasuo, overt invitation through nonverbal means, he can't just say no to that, right ? ❛ you can touch 'em, go ahead. take is as a thanks. what for ? dunno ! but, i'm sure i owe you some form of gratitude. ❜
??? /// yuanfena.
@feyquil· asked : ❛ sorry, looks like you’re involved! ❜HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE / ACCEPTING
HIS SENSES were still sharp even underneath the veil of alcohol , the thin fog cast over his mind a constant companion that no longer hindered him. he had no intention of getting involved in anything , much less something that would bring undue attention to his person. still, he couldn’t have stood by when five fighters thought it fair to tackle the ONE , even when it became apparently clear that this individual did not require his help. his pointed steel swept through the still air in habit. the sword was clean of blood , all its cuts carried out by the sharp gales it summoned.
“ is that right? ” his lids lowered over dark eyes , voice gruff underneath his high collar. the wind picked up from all directions , steps lighter than the ones before - furtive. “ i should have known, ” his steady gaze lifted to take rakan into his vision , a name he had heard carried in the whispers of the wind once , or twice , and had only really learned moments before. a crooked smile tilted his lips , pressed towards his left , “ you look like trouble. ”
to commit folly & be chased by five fighters that had an acquired aptitude towards the art ? that is where a charmer's obliviousness becomes evident, knowing naught of how fearsome foes may be / his idea appeared simple, it was brief, all for a small bit of entertainment acquired through riling up these guys. the plan was to slip from their fingers, a slippery dance that facilitated his escape ; he did not, however, account for how they might stick to him. chase after him, close that gap between them, jump on him as if he were prey, left with no escape route, near its death ——— too bad this bird has wings. this bird has the benefit of the wind to keep him in life's flight a little longer, his swan song shan't be sung yet ! upon being rescued, he takes his stand & walks on over to supposed ' gallant knight ' with an all too jubilant gait, as lively as ever.
❛ seems like you know of me, huh ? ❜ hand comes up slow, digit curls around his own chin, humming & assessing yasuo's facial assets. hm. not exactly what he expected, but beggars can't be choosers. the wind's cry does not relent & he opts to say by warrior's side, humming at conjured safe zone. ❛ i am trouble, let's get that straight. ❜ fingers snap, index pointing towards group of five. ❛ follows me wherever i go. take these guys, for example. ❜ smirk curls at his lips, from ear to ear. ❛ i dunno, though. danger always brought out my bad side. it's just a lot of fun, wouldn't you say, stranger ? ❜ he's as loquacious as ever.