Performer.     ///     quartlet.

                     rule number three, wear your heart on your cheek;                                but never on your sleeve, unless you wanna taste defeat.

                          — green oak, written by zacharie. established october 2020.

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               BEAUTY IS THE DANCE THAT is alit with the flames of freedom, magic is the dance that prevails amid the attempts to suppress it    ;    yes,     his dance is free,     just as he is.     life's song has become intertwined with jovial vastaya,     recalling that new beginning with the sun's beauteous rise   !     one,     two,     three,     meticulously counting his steps,     preparing to charm those that bare witness to the swiftness of his boisterous dance   !     impress those gleaming eyes that wish to see the MAJESTIC,     BEAUTIFUL RAKAN make his grand entrance   !!!     let's not waste any time now.     come one,     come all    &    ———

                                           * LET’S    DANCE!

indie    &    private   rakan   from   league   of   legends     ///     loved by ric.

OBSESSED WITH THIS I NEED TO IMMORTALIZE IT LDFHKJDFLKJFG

              ❛     uh,     about that.     ❜     rakan   ?     nervous   ?     no,     no,     it's surely feigned.     he's not one to be so easily intimidated by anything,     especially not jayce's experiment of the day.     ❛     i actually have to be somewhere else.     duty calls    &    all that.     think we could try this     ...     whatever this is some other time   ?     ❜       ///       @friendsinthefrost​

hero.     ///     bxstiae.

⚜ ; —–  [ ᴠ ᴀ ʟ ᴏ ʀ  ʜ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴛ ] —–     WASN’T LIKE HERO needed to use the sword (actually preferred the bow most of the time ). Though Master Blade had SOME perks to. It seemed to be whispering again, EGGING the Hylian to show the other why in it’s dim glow. Strange. (the sword never got upset over that before ) Only cast a glance at weapon before turning to swing at what seemed like NOTHING. 

—– ;     BRIGHT ray of light came from the sword; went in the direction a Champion had swung – only to clip the grass that stood in way before hitting a bush in an explosion. Leaves flew in various directions. Perhaps that would be sufficient ENOUGH to answer the question. 

          ❝ 🇭🇲🇲 … ❞

i mean i can still use the bow too i guess . 

              nothing but sounds of a delicate wind,     all as he awaits a response.     is there an apparent,     valuable reason for his curiosity   ?     no.     rakan isn't one to use weapons,     he prefers his dance to be his guide.     treat every battle as such    &    he's found to give a performance that's enough to please the crowd   !     still     ...     a sword over a bow   ?     doesn't one give you the advantage of distance   ?     rakan thinks that there's more merit in a bow from that alone.     of course,     that erroneous belief is quickly left behind when there's a beam of light that collides with a bush    &    explodes on impact

              ❛     alright,     guess that settles why at least   !     ❜     he finds no interest in that weapon.     using it would be entertaining,     shooting beams of light to anything    &    having control of a power like that would be for naught but fun.     that's why     ...      ❛     heeey,     you don't mind if i use it myself,     right   ?     i wanna give it a shot   !     ❜

whats  your  muses  position?

oh well, that’s that on that!

meme.     /     accepting

@prodigal-ezreal​ said :   I really fucking love how cute and fucking unhinged you are. its amazing and it feels like we are in the same chaotic energy wavelength. Love ya!

nach u might make me cry wtf..........BUT IM SO GLAD WE’RE ON THE SAME CHAOTIC WAVELENGTH!! i try my best tbh, sometimes u gotta be the chaotic bitch u wanna see in this world! ALSO I LOVE U TOO!!!

Send 🏆 If you like my character portrayal

handsome.     ///     drorious.

❛  AHAHA-HAAA . you dance,  eh ?  light on yer feet ? i can show ya ‘ a REAL  tango , buddy . ❜

A LAUGH EXCEEDED HIS TONE in splatters of molten gold .  his hand  came to the height of his hip jutted outward only slightly. beauty and grace.  they both had it. however,  draven had  perfection matched by none.  his perfectly sculpted features and godlike regal personality was something to admire from across the seas and within the valleys of mountains .  he was DRAVEN .  the performer of the people . a name too big for just any  border .  many would say it was his inflated ego that was too big.   but look at him ?  how could such personality , such vibrant color, and such refined beauty be left to not be presented to the crowds ?  

the performer stepped, closer, closer ,  closer .  perhaps this effervescent feathery vastayan could prove interesting.  he was a performer, in ways .  there could be something fun to this.

❛   i   know,  yer like ‘ oh noxian , ewwww ! ‘ or somethin, but forget about that blah blah strength blah blah stuff and just take a moment to go ‘ oh,  handsome ! ‘ ❜

@feyquil·

              A WISH FOR PRAISE,     a wish to exhibit one's own skills,     it's an intriguing offer,     seeing one whose beauty is enough to rival his own.     perfection could never be a person,     rakan is a vastaya    &    perfection has chosen him as its successor.     he is the only performer,     the only one given the ability to bestow grins    &    mirth on others as he danced    &    they,     too,     joined his dance.     what is a performer like draven to be praised for   ?     simply his looks   ?     he won't accept it.     at least,     it's the initial reaction.     he thought all the praises were glib,     insincere,     for the possibility of there being someone hot like him   ?     an impossibility   !!

              ❛     takes two to tango,     i'll think on the offer.     ❜     to accept is to concede one is the greater performer,     to give up this art he's honed    &    is known for is a sin he refuses to commit.     no matter how tempting the offer,     no matter how dancer's legs mimicked the performer's own,     taking few steps closer,     using height as a leverage,     towering over him.     see his lax posture   ?     how he is at ease,     not at all threatened   ?     he has no reason to fear.     he knows he's perfect.     any admissions to draven being hot     ...     unnecessary,     but the thought certainly dwells.     ❛     question is     ...     you think you can keep up with me,     ❜     brief hum,     he opts to sate a small desire,     ❛     handsome   ?     ❜

???     ///     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   ?     ❜