Battle Dancing Is one Of The Things He Took Pride In,     one Of The Things

date, flirt, and heart for the hc meme xP

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

answered that over here! but i forgot to mention: dinner. please. have dinner with him.

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

i like to think rakan’s good at flirting! albeit a little cheesy if i’m honest with you. it borders being way too sappy, and it can get really lovey dovey but it can also be bold and he’ll straight up call you sexy and call that flirting. to sum it all up: if you can kick his ass, he’ll flirt with you. but, i like to think some of his flirting can be genuine and some of it is just to have fun. u know!

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

i’m not……….sure so let me try to answer this as best i can. i look at his lore n i’m like ok! he was intrigued by xayah and followed her for a while before he ended up falling in love with her. he took his time to understand her and her ideals before he gave his heart to her. and i think that means he’s slow to give his heart? in the same breath, i do want to think he can be easy to give his heart away because his voice line when he kills her is literally just “i am single now!” and i’m like FDLJHDGKLF SO! it’s really gray i’ll say. if you can hook him, maybe he’ll give it a little quicker, little slower. what’s more important is how genuine it is, whether or not he views you through rose colored lenses before giving you his heart or acknowledging your flaws too.

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              ❛     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​

sylas.     ///     unshackles.

               ❛ surely, you must jest, ❜ he mutters, imperative. leading a direct and mindless assault into the enemy territory without elaborate planing beforehand doesn’t exactly sit right with him. he’s done it before and it almost lead to his demise. after all, despite their ostensible ignorance and the ever so present feigned harmony, demacians never dive into a battle without a plan of action. and part of that mindset has stuck with him. doesn’t take more than one failure for him to become tenfold wary for the prospects of another battle. to his misfortune, they always seem to be prepared. be it day or night, his targets are always attentive of incoming ambushes. 

                ❛ they may be ignorant, however, they’re not stupid, ❜ he lectures, his voice stern and steady. it doesn’t take him long to shoot rakan a diverted glance, his brows arched in feigned disbelief. ❛ if you wish so, i can put you in the front lines. you’re too fervent a fighter, after all. ❜ for yet a few more moments, he keeps up the guise of disorientation, purposely trying to garner some kind of conflicted reaction from rakan’s part. not soon after, laughter finally comes forth. ❛ amusing, truly. come, i’ll go over the scheme with you again. ❜

              war is cruel.     he knows this.     no matter how entertaining each battle was,     no matter how much he laughed in the face of the opposition to evoke some form of ire that appealed to some sort of base desire to see others with bloodlust in their eyes for none but him,     war was still a tragedy.     from tragedy,     life will be born anew    :    hearts can sing in unison again for peace,     those whose wings had been maimed may soon find flight again,    &    freedom's fire may be rekindled once more through their unified actions.     this is a battle they,     together,     must fight.     no matter the difficulties that lie ahead     ———     alas,     when the enemy is versed in dealing with those who excel in magic     (   why fear what you can't understand   ?   ),     the scales are tipped against them.     what was once a leveled playing field is now an uphill battle,     each step meticulous.     maybe now he understands,     even if only a bit,     why his idea might not be of huge value.

              ❛     the front lines   ?     ❜     only typical for him to have a perplexed look on his face at that,     remain in a perpetual conflict,     rubbing at his chin    &    humming as if even entertaining the thought.     to remain quiet is to remain without an answer,     &    that's just rude.     he opts to speak again.     ❛     you want this pretty face to get hurt by a demacian soldier in the front lines   ?     naaaah,     i do a lot better just being from behind.     you get me   ?     ❜     soon after,     laughter.     a relief,     really,     their leader wasn't a stranger to humor.     it's enough to elicit a small chuckle from rakan.     ❛     alright,     alright.     just make sure it's easy to understand,     yeah   ?     none of those weird tactic words or whatever.     ❜

*chucks a 🏆 at his forehead*

how do u feel abt my rakan?

SNIFF.....MY FOREHEAD HURTS...BUT IT’S THE PAIN OF VALIDATION AND FRIENDSHIP. THANK YOU...

hi

yasuo.     ///     flowihnd.

         “  WHAT ?  CAN’T  A  HUMAN  WATCH  the  sunset  by  his  lonesome  without  it  being  considered  strange ?  ”  Perhaps  it  isn’t  the  most  orthodox  way  of  doing  so    ————    but  perching  himself  atop  a  tree  branch ,  flask  in  hand  and  nodachi  resting  across  his  knees ,  is  a  better  alternative  to  the  ground  (  and  the  people  )  below .  There  is  a  whisper  in  the  air ,  like  the  echo  of  a  distant  wind ,  that  speaks  in  ways  no  other  force  in  this  world  can   ——   and  with  the  familiar  comfort  of  alcohol’s  warmth ,  the  incoming  night  will  be  much  easier  to  bear .

         THAT ,  AND  THE  VASTAYA’S  UNEXPECTED  company .  “  You’re  thinking  I  could’ve  just  picked  the  ground ,  right ?  Hm .  Less  dangerous ,  sort  of .  But  I  do  like  living  on  the  edge .  ”         (  @feyquil· !  )

              ❛     it is pretty strange though,     don't you think   ?     ❜     yet who is he to dictate what's strange    &    what is not   ?     is he not the most eccentric guy all of ionia praises precisely for how unconventional he is   ?     tight - lipped hum emits from his throat,     only serving as a precursor to the subsequent attempt of climbing the tree     ——     fails once,     twice,     (   loud thud    &    whine indicative of such   ),     yet it is the third attempt where his plan has come to fruition   !!     he's now perched on a lone branch near yasuo,     only then realizing he can't even see him,     not even if he turns his head.     it's unfortunate,     buuuut     ...     ❛     a seat like this means you should be watching the moonrise,     not the sunset   !     ❜     proceeds to find a more comfortable posture,     legs crossing     ———     one over the other     ———     followed by lax limbs raising,     hands meeting at the back of his head,     digits interlacing    &    serving as a headrest     //     perhaps too carefree,     to focused on relaxing over the potential threat of falling down.     HOW UTTERLY RAKAN.

              ❛     what's that about living on the edge,     though   ?     gotta say,     life's fun with a little danger.     or,     in my case,     a lot of danger.     ❜     life is much too short to be concerned about the potential harm that could come out of it    ;    rather,     it's the entertainment that is far more rewarding,     seeing one come after him only to fail miserably.     even now,     he wonders if he's at risk of meeting the edge of yasuo's blade.     heh,     he'll cross that bridge if he ever gets to it,     the wind may be swift,     but not a swift as his dance.

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@ekkological​ said :   He hands him a metallic medallion that fits in his hand. You can see his reflection; he may or may not have stolen it.

              it's a strange contraption.     or,     really,     it's just jewelry if anything,     albeit it's metallic,     at least it feels like it.     he hums.     is this a gift,     is this something he can wear   ?     more importantly,     could it make him appear more beautiful than he does already.     (   who the original owner was   ?     that's not too important,     he'll worry more about the inherent beauty it offers   )     after pondering on the thought a little longer,     he opts to stuff it into one of his hidden pockets,     a smile curling onto lips,     appreciative.     not the first time he's received a gift,     not the last either,     but it's the thought that counts this time.

              ❛     thanks for the gift   !     i'll find a way to wear it,     just give me a day or two.     ❜     maybe a little longer.     he's not the most intuitive individual out there,     but he sure as hell does try,    &    trying has to amount to something   !

aight since i saw some interest, here’s a league of legends rpc discord server! :)c

be sure to read the rules!

oh yeah here’s the whole mun v. muse deal!