❛     hold On,     i Don't get What You're Saying.     why Would You

this one’s for u gabby @quartlet​ this quarantine is making jhin learn a few dance moves!

( credit: motion, model, stage )

goggles.     ///     yi-dashi.

Starter for @feyquil

Yi lurked at subtle distance from Rakan, only half aware that he was staring. Normally he didn’t care for incidental places passed along his way, or the celebrations they hosted. Normally, however, festivities weren’t accented by the flurry of dance, and the richness of Vastayan magic. His goggles had been caught, and there they remained to watch. Now, when all was done, he just had to think of something to say that would justify his prolonged gaze.

“… You certainly have the spirit of performance in you.” Yi commented eventually, when he found the right moment to approach. His lenses rolled with micro-adjustments, invisible candles seeming to flutter behind the fixtures as he grasped for his beard, “In a literal sense, perhaps? I could not say much to that, though this much I can say: You must dedicate a lot of time to your craft, yes? If not, then you are a raw talent the likes of which I have yet to see. I do not suspect that is so, however. I stand intrigued and impressed by any sort of dedication to a skill.”

The Bladesman offered a swift dip of his back with the last thought, hoping no awkward silences would find him when he rose again.

              dance is an art that must not be underestimated.     some may view it with scorn,     they may perceive each move futile,     fruitless,     &    as naught but hedonistic movements whose only purpose is to serve one's own sense of pleasure    &    enjoyment.     but,     oh,     it's more than that   !!     far,     far more than just that     ——     these festivals granted dance its opportunity to shine in the spotlight.     under that beauteous,     setting sun,     there is rakan at the center of these festivals,     allowed a moment for his song    &    dance to captivate an audience,     for their eyes to remain on him     (   oh,     how the rekindled fire in their eyes sated him   ),     for their cheers    &    jubilant grins to be for him,     caused all by him.     dance's intricacies are understood by he,     lhotlan vastaya whose dance continues eliciting the elated claps,     he is their beacon,     the epitome of being carefree,     to simply enjoy each moment.     his dance is as invigorating as it is inspiring.     a breath of life bestowed onto them by this art he's meticulously perfected to his standards.

              as his dance comes to a close,     a singular limb is brought up,     graceful    &    unbothered in its movement as it dramatically remains above his head.     held in place for a few moments,     as if to prolong their praise,     only to then transition into a theatrical final bow.     the crowd that once gazed    &    cheered for him begin dispersing,     their smiles a reminder to rakan    :    god damn is he good at what he does.     once he's no longer the center of attention,     it's his cue to leave,     to find the human's delicate sweet,     the chocolate he's long since craved.     such is the plan,     until he's approached by a man from the audience earlier.     huh,     he looks pretty cool.

              ❛     wow,     that's a new one.     ❜     chuckle emits from his throat,     pearly whites visible with the oncoming grin.     praise isn't uncommon,     it's welcomed at all times,     but to this degree   ?     he's rather flattered,     perhaps not only because he was mentioned to have the spirit of performance,     but the simple acknowledgement of his hard work     ...     he kinda likes it   !     ❛     thanks   !     what can i say   ?     i put a lot of practice into my dance,     gotta make sure it's beautiful    &    perfect,     just like me.     i can't settle for less.     ❜     it's his source of pride,     one of many sides to his vanity.     ❛     name's rakan by the way,     goggles   !     but,     you knew that already.     at least,     i think you did.     ❜

???     ///     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.

                      THE MAN I WAS — I KILLED HIM FIRST!

                                               highly selective . slow activity

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.     ❜

unexpected  things  about  today :  randomly  getting  put  in  the  same  FF/XIV  party  as  @feyquil .

???     ///     crawsus.

❛     i’d  really  rather  not  fight,     if  you  don’t  mind.     i  come  in  peace,     as  they  so  often  say.     i’m  rather  weak  too  you  know,     so  it  wouldn’t  be  much  of  a  fight  and  more  of  a  waste  of  time.     ❜     a  hand  is  thrown  up  in  defense.

in  his  mind  the  demon  stirs,     a  mental  effort  is  taken  to  sooth  the  voice.     hand  grips  his  cane  tightly,     placing  pressure  against  the  stick.     to  an  outsider  it  appears  as  if  it  were  a  normal  cane,     but  to  him  it  throbs  and  it  aches  and  it  wishes  for  more  and  more  bloodshed.     but  who  ever  heard  of  a  darkin  cane?     ❛    if  you’d  like  i  can  read  you  some  poetry  instead?    ❜     lips  upturn  into  a  lopsided  smirk,     clearly  something  was  up  his  sleeve,     but  it  surely  wasn’t  something  that  would  be  harmful  to  the  vastayan.     provided  urizen  cooperated  with  him.

@feyquil​  said  anyone!

              his logic is impeccable.     weak individual should not be engaged,     not out of courtest,     but fear that,     if engaged,     there would be no joy or entertainment acquired from such an easy battle     ———     or even worse,     should he act careless    &    commit an unplanned blunder,     then perceived weak individual may find an opening to beat him    &    claim victory,     then who would be weak   !?     HIM,     HIM   !!!

              ❛     poetry   ?     ❜     rakan hummed inquisitively,     arms crossed over chest as ceruleans shift their gaze towards the soft earth at feet.     wow,     is it just him, or is it a lot greener than it was yesterday   !?     he swore that the day before current situation,     the grass at his feet was a subdued green.     could it be that the greener greenery around them could be attributed to the blesséd rain that poured     ——     wait,     what was the question again   ?     ❛     uh,     you said you were gonna do something,     read   ?     yeah,     sure,     do whatever you want   !     ❜

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@iixesha​ said :   "Your jawline is better than Jayce's not sure why its a debate"

              ❛     exactly,     someone gets it   !     ❜     is this the time to be boastful of his own looks   ?     absolutely.     though rakan holds confidence over his own beauty,     though he knows that no beauty in piltover could ever compare to the bonny features he,     as a vastaya,     holds,     this truth is only reinforced by the opinions of others.     that,    &    ekko's words were an additional fuel to the fire,     continuously keeping him at the top of beauty's hierarchy.     ❛     don't get me wrong,     jayce's jawline isn't bad,     but it's nothing compared to mine's.     plus,     why spend your time watching someone with graying hair when you've got feathers as colorful as mine   !!     ❜

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@devaiht​ said :   hey rakan since we're here i have a confession to make. did NOT care for teamfight tactics

              he never expected it.     their friendship had been blooming for oh,     so many years now,     finding a basis in their mutual love for this video game that has brought them closer as gamers    :    league of legends,     a supposed multiplayer team game riddled with toxicity at every corner,     every game mode.     despite this,     they've withstood these trials,     as both sought after one goal    ;    challenger,     a tier in the ranked games that denote naught more but an inconsequential cosmetic,     &    maybe a jacket or two,    &    the chance to go pro,     or whatever.     regardless,     it is a mythical tier that,     through their combined goal,     sought deeply for.

              ai    &    rakan's combined efforts have allowed them to climb up,     climb far,     despite the unchanging gameplay,     less one were count the game modes that they've removed completely,     vestiges of them through videos that are now only a memory in the grand scheme of the game.     (   please,     please add the star guardian invasion game mode back,     she's all i've ever wanted   )     the addition of a permanent game mode is a novel concept,     one not heard of by many     ————     we don't talk about ARAM,     fuck you    ————    teamfight tactics     ...     it is akin to fire emblem,     strategy dependent,     reliant on one's own cognitive processes    &    their cunning methods of beating the enemy team.     alas,     it has adopted the gacha formula,     insofar that luck is,     too,     a factor in the game.     rng gods be merciful,     he begs you.

              to hear that this game mode he's fallen in love with is not appreciated by his friend,     who he knows is way too good in the jungle     (   you got banned for being toxic in the all chat,     ai     ...     this wasn't supposed to happen   ),     it's heartbreaking.     it's not real.     the gamer juice flowing through his veins rejects ai's statement.

              ❛     what   ?     ❜     it's his first instinct,     to react harshly,     in lieu of asking for the why.     people ask why others don't like something   ?     not him.     not rakan.     as a support main who enjoys teamfight tactics,     he will simply follow his own course of action,     one that shall hold his love for this game mode above all else,     perhaps even their shared goal,     or a shared goal no more.     ❛     how can you even say that,    ai     ...     it's like the perfect game mode   !!     ❜     he takes a deep breath,     not even allowing ai to respond,     ❛     jayce,     caitlyn,     i mean,     you've never played     ...     PULSEFIRE TWISTED FATE   !!!!!     ❜

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@halvett​ said :   Don't mind him, Sett's just sizing Rakan up and down with a smile. "You really are the /biggest/ himbo this side of Ionia, and I say that in the nicest way possible."

              that's a new one.     he's never heard that word before,     not really.     there were certain terms that the humans used to communicate that he didn't quite understand.     sometimes they sounded like some sort of amalgamation of two different words,     or a peculiar instance where it was entirely new    &    original.     it was almost beautiful.     (   the humans feared them for being different,     yet they embraced these novel terms they create     ———     it's strange.     was it due to the fact it was conceived by them,     or the mere fact they got used to such terms   ?     man,     who knows.   )     it's nothing to fret over,     as their beauty could never surpass his.      then again,     he was the most eye - catching thing,     how could he expect anyone or any thing to compete   ?     even something as strange as that word.

              ❛     himbo,     himbo     ...     ❜     it's a test.     an attempt to speak it,     understand it,     process it.     such a hefty task,     his brows furrow    &    his eyes shut as he ponders over the word.     maybe if he thought hard enough,     he could garner its true meaning,     but alas     ...     he opts to adopt his own definition,     perhaps not too far off from the true meaning.     ❛     dunno what that means,     but i'll take it as a compliment   !!     ❜     hearty laugh,     followed by a radiant grin    &    confidence in his every word.     ❛     i'm the best himbo ionia's ever seen   !     ❜     yeah,     it definitely fits.