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@kissing-stones​ said :   Hug! I want a hug, pretty boy!

              ❛     alright,     alright,     here's a hug,     just for you   !     ❜     rakan has now adopted taliyah.

"Nice feathers, Lhotlan. Mind if I have a touch?"

              ❛     huh   ?     ❜     stranger's voice falls upon his ears    &    they twitch in curiosity.     first,     this isn't anyone he recognizes     ——     perhaps that's obvious from the way he's being addressed.     ' lhotlan. '     not many he knows address him as such.     it's enough to cause him to turn around,     quirk his brow at stranger    &    scrutinize every aspect of him    :    brown fur,     sharp teeth,     some patched of red near the top of his head     ...   ?     is that what that is   ?     he's not too certain,     but his eyes would never lie to him   !

              ❛     took an interest in my feathers,     didn't you   ?     what can i say,     i'm the embodiment of beauty   !     ❜     vain,     isn't he   ?     but how could he not be   ?     none had feathers more beauteous than his,     none had the unique orange hues that melted into yellows    &    mixed into green    &    yellows.     none had that same glimmer his had    ;    yes,     rakan's quills could be desired by many,     albeit he would never relinquish such a gift he's been granted   !     beauty is in the eye of the beholder,     though objective beauty is dictated by nature,     &    it has chosen him to be that objective beauty,     it disproves that underlying assumption of subjective beauty.     ❛     don't normally let just anyone touch,     but i guess i'll make an exception   !     ❜       ///       @shuriman-thief

concept: emotional support vastaya bf who’s loud and obnoxious and cares about you a whole lot.

' 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

                     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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              ❛     sorry,     xayah,     did you say something   ?     ❜     not his intention to ignore her ever,     simply that whatever immediate thought that coursed through his mind caught his attention.     maybe he should apologize again.     ❛     was thinking about something.     could you run that by me again   ?     ❜       ///       @corvalis

what’s your muses’ position?

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your art is SOOOO pretty 🥺 i iove seeing it on my dash

I truly appreciate your kind words, my good sir~

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@quartlet​ said :   ❛ ah ... the tragedy of romance, the bittersweetness of true love. you believe your ending will be a duet, but i think not, i think your ending should be a solitary swansong. where your feathers are strung up like molten gold, splattered across the sky, forever entwined with the sun and from your lips will spill brightest amaryllis petals spew forth. when she finds you, she will hold you forevermore. ❜

              they are the lovers' tragedy.     they love    &    love,     it's a boundless love that transcends their mortal forms,     they do not need these feathers,     their delicate touches,     the soft gazes as proof of their love.     rakan    &    xayah were love embodied,     a relationship of pure harmony,     where he is the sun    &    she is the moon,     one incomplete without the other.     //     as the sun    &    moon are distanced lovers,     they are doomed to die apart from one another.     no matter how they desire a perfect end,     one where both may exit life's stage    &    into a peaceful afterlife,     souls intertwined    &    unbreaking,     such is only a dream incapable of being proved real.     fate does not care how bright he shines for her,     she does not care for the moon's light once she smiles     (   it's fugacious,     ravishing,     none can warm the sun's heart like she can   ),     even if only reserved for him,     their end is not together.

              but he denies it.     he denies the song that dictates their separation,     the bitter reality that wishes to not quell pain,     but urge its conquest of heart    &    soul.     his dance shall end without her by his side,     she shall be restrained as his path ends,     as the feathers he once held dear    &    took pride in will no longer shine,     for even the sun is but a light waiting to be consumed by surrounding darkness.     their love,     no matter how profound,     no matter its importance,     is but a speck on this stage filled with actors,     many alike that live these honeyed dreams perceived as reality,     love is a blinding poison.     the fallen cannot find rest,     the morrow's dying light is an ember,     a faux hope many cling onto.     rakan clings onto.     no matter its sneer,     he wishes to die by her side,     it is his intent,     time nor fate can restrain him     ————     he is but a fool that believes this inescapable labyrinth holds an exit,     pity him,     pity him   !!!!!

              ❛     you're wrong.     ❜     negates jhin's reality,     the objective reality delivered through the lustrous lenses of the virtuoso,     beauty's true beacon,     perfection's successor.     that mask,     it's deceitful,     poised with perpetual grin,     though rakan refuses to falter before him.     'till spoken perception encompasses his own reality,     he has no reason to believe him.     ❛     me    &    xayah   ?     we do everything.     together.     ❜     for once,     the charismatic grin he's so accustomed to wearing is gone,     replaced by pursed lips,     a tense stance,     fearing movement itself.     /     if time is movement,     then he would relinquish his love for dance to stay near her,     to forestall reality's gift,     death's sugar coated words that beckon him,     longing for chilly embrace void of any living warmth,     its gateway to the land death calls home,     he doesn't want to leave her alone.     

              he takes note of it,     his own breathing,     how it's more consistent,     how his glare is a defiant one,     how so     ...     uncool he is.     deep inhale,     deep exhale,     calm down.     ❛     i'm not gonna die without her.     we'll die together.     nothing's going to change that.     ❜     &    though he turns,     saturated azures shielded     ———     the threat of rain is near.     he feels it.     ———     he's aware of his own folly    :    though this man's deceitful nature was embedded to his mask,     his self,     rakan,     too,     wears a mask from the same cloth.     he,     too,     lies.     this tattered heart knows of what must be done should peril conditions be met    ;    he is ready to forfeit his life for her,     interrupt her swan song    &    continue his own 'till he reaches the double bar.     that future may be near,     may be far,     though he is always prepared for it.     being confronted with a reminder of that grim prospect serves only to highlight a hidden title,     his title of   the martyr.

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