You Didn’t Kill All Of Us, And That Mistake Will Be Your Undoing.

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.

meme.     /     accepting.

@drorious​ said :   [ denial ] ,,,,,,,,,hello

              pride would dictate his visage to keep a collected exterior,     to not give in    &    allow the hand at his cock to contort his features.     rakan refuses to relinquish control,     especially when it's draven,     a worthy rival that declared his perfection to be the only absolute beauty,     that he is more handsome than rakan.     he refuses such an assertion,     thinks it ludicrous,     thinks a battle of prides may be so easily settled with a battle of wits,     not an orthodox one    :    no dance,     no battle,     simply a test of     ...     endurance.     who could tease better   ?     who could last longer   ?     who was more skilled   ?     at least,     that was the initial intent.     opting to go first was a prideful act,     to allow himself to be touched    &    ...     reduced into this moaning mess,     it's embarrassing.

              rakan's hips buck into draven's hand,     seeking a comfortable rhythm whose action is ceased by sudden squeeze,     sudden halt of the strokes,     the gasps escaping his lips transitioning into groans of frustration    &    it only earns draven a glare.     each time rakan feels a bubbling warmth building itself up at his groin,     its tracks come to spontaneous end,     as if man before him could read each    &    every expression on rakan's face.     he hates it.     (   wipe that damn smile off your lips   !!!!!   )     act of submitting to another is not an act holds any aversion for,     but mere fact it's a rival of all people he's submitting for,     it sucks.     it sucks he's not allowed to cum,     that draven's in control,     that rakan leans against him for support    &    hears phonic vibrations that evince his chuckle.     he finds this amusing,    &    rakan's irked that he does too     ...     it feels amazing.

              ❛     fuckin'     ————     just let me cum.     ❜     exasperated breath is delivered,     strained as he utilizes the only tactic he's sure would work,     even if it did damage his pride.     ❛     you're being unfair,     i'm beggin' ya,     just make me cum,     i need to.     please.     ❜     he may be out of breath,     he may be initiating yet another futile attempt at bucking into draven's hand,     but he knows one thing's for sure     ...     one way or the other,     once it's his turn to eat draven out,     his goal is no longer to make him cum fast,     it is to hear prideful performer beg for him in turn.

???     ///     herdream.

❛  wh - what are dreams made of, you ask?  ❜  the fawn stutters,  ❛  why … they are what you make ‘em …!  ❜  she giggles  —  the other is far from wholly human, what an interesting being! but she has listened to his distant dreams, she could hear them in the gentle night. they are warm, filled with love  &  fun! oh, so much fun! does he remember her, perhaps? in the dream, did he feel her presence listening in? did he notice her watching?  ❛  daydreams, mid - morning dreams, night dreams, oh, oh, a - and dusk dreams! do … do you remember … ? i  —  i, oh how embarrassing   —  ❜  @feyquil​​

              interesting.     a bit unexpected,     but interesting nonetheless.     dreams,     the symbols that offer refuge    &    hope,     they're whatever one wants them to be   ?     if a dream can be anything,     then can a dream be everything   ?     if a dream could be everything,     then perhaps a dream could be tangible     —————     if a dream could be tangible,     a dream could be edible    &    by extension,     the sweet delicacy humans have named chocolate.     what was he talking about again   ?

              ❛     remember   ?     ❜     attention brought back at her query,     cerulean hues fixed on her delicate features,     lips pressing against each other tight as he hums.     remember,     remember     ...     ❛     sorry,     can't say i do   !     ❜     chance of knowing one another through dreams alone   ?     a definite possibility   !     for rakan,     however,     he opts to remember the fleeting moments of euphoria    &    peace that consistently exist throughout his dreams.     ❛     no need to be embarrassed,     stranger   !!     i asked you a question,     only fair you get to ask one right back.     ❜

what’s your underlying motif?

the orange.

whether it’s your sweet nature, breakaway cover, or your natural displays of intimacy, you have the undercurrent of the orange. a love language in itself, your nature makes others want to take a bite and enjoy the tang that you leave behind with your laughter. you remind others of a summer day, hot air, long nights, always hopeful you’ll never go away. in her poem “the orange” by wendy cope she said “i peeled it and shared it with robert and dave, they had quarters and i had a half” you’re generous and have much to give. she also said “this is peace and contentment, it’s new” well i say, it’s you.

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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.

meme.     /     selectively accepting.

@shadowhelmed​ said :   *drops down to one knee* [ choke ], my liege

              this was bound to happen.     /     they stand at opposite sides of a battlefield,     life's game has dictated that they become one another's enemy,     for their causes    &    beliefs lie in conflict,     sparking desires for war    &    battle,     for one side to prevail victorious with erroneous perception of said victory coming from a just background.     the ends do not justify the means.     a canary must sing nature's song,     hear her reverent melodies that stir devotion    &    love for her creations,     for the wild magic whose freedom directly affects all life around it    ;    there is no question to it,     it must be left intact.     to limit such for another's cause is to rebuke nature's teachings,     it is to manipulate her benevolent will    &    transform an amiable love into a malicious force   !!     to commit atrocities all in the name of an order   !!!

              notwithstanding a resolute heart that wishes to paint all a part of said order as malevolent,     there was kayn who proved to be distinct.     perchance will he acknowledge that it is the folly of his own sentiments to become involved with one so closely associated with an order he's devoted himself to abolishing,     though the initial intent was to deceive.     this veneer attached to rakan's face found more uses than simply charming,     the act of befriending a foe for intel is just,     for is it not a fool that shall be punished for misplacing trust so carelessly   ?     but who must bear the title of fool   ?     kayn   ?     no.     even if original intent was to deceive,     even if their friendship had been found on initial lies,     that will disappeared the more he came to know him.

              each conversation served one absolute purpose    :    bring to light the plans of the order that threatens his home,     that threatens the magic coursing through these divine trees,     the humid air that felt refreshing no matter the time of day.     all what was brought to light     ...     was a newfound care for him,     came with a silent denial,     an inner conflict where he rejects these sentiments,     while a side of him advises him to accept it.     accept he cares for kayn,     that whenever the frown on kayn's lips curved into a smile,     no matter how small,     its power to brighten room was indubitable     ———     that whenever he bared his heart to rakan,     rakan would accept it,     he would not shatter this trust they've built,     knowing that trust itself is fragile    &    can never truly be recuperated if broken.     each time they gazed at one another,     each time dawn threatened with sun's calling,     rakan was aware of his own feelings    :    the feeling of not wanting to leave,     that sentiment of i want to protect you.     a force that cannot be trampled by time itself,     one that life cannot wish to understand,     no matter the desire for chaos    &    conflict,     the force of love prevails within rakan's heart even in war.

              now     ...     they lie in bed,     kayn atop rakan's form,     pressed deep within him,     hands placed against hips,     steady rhythm adopted to make things easier for him.     to call this just sex would be a sin in of itself,     it would be a blatant lie,     kept in control,     for to grant it autonomy in their relationship would prove disastrous.     /     though communication is a struggle,     though the path of what they have is rocky    &    it may never come to perfect fruition,     that's ok,     they have each other.     to tread upon dangerous,     mysterious path with another is a risk far greater than going alone,     rakan's pride shall give him needed strength to move forward.     /     pressing against kayn is an act to have more of him,     for him to press deeper without fear,     it is rakan's manner of agreeing through their passionate act that kayn may do as he pleases.     then,     comes the unexpected,     hands come to wrap around his neck,    &    he gasps.

              ❛     whoa,     what're you     ...     ❜     perplexed at first on his actions,     then digits begin to press down against his next,     efficaciously preventing oxygen to flow from air to lungs,    &    albeit his hands come up to grab kayn's wrists,     subsequent words betray his actions.     ❛     don't stop.     ❜     conflicting feeling of pain    &    pleasure,     an amalgamation of both is seeded at the root of his heart,     it grows    &    grows until it's overflowing.     it's not passion,     it's not trust per se,     but by far is this one of the more audacious acts he's ever allowed.     to trust someone with hands around his neck,     it's new.     he doesn't want it to end,     he won't allow it to end.     ❛     keep going,     keep choking me,     keep fucking me.     i'll     ...     tell you if it's too much,     i promise.     ❜

???     ///     portaljumps.

        ❛ i know you ! ❜     she starts, chiming in on what appeared to be perfectly enjoyable silence— but where’s the fun in that ?  nothing, of course !  a hop, skip, & a jump— & a portal— close the gap between her & the bird-man.  she shows up uninvited, obviously. what other way does one surprise somebody ?   she had yet to figure that out.   ( along with the art of subtlety— but don’t tell her that. )

          ❛ i’ve seen you before, you’re the fey-dancer ! r-r-r-r-r-akan !  did i get the accent right ? well ? ❜  an eager expression is painted upon young features— she’s looking forward to his favourable reply !

@feyquil·.

              not oft will he be in the mood for nothing but sweet serenity    &    the natural silence of the forest,     craving naught but some shut - eye    &    a visit from pleasant dreams.     (   what shall the mind conjure up this time in this dream land of his   ?     perhaps a world where peace reigned    &    he could spend time with his beloved,     or a world where all recognize him as the embodiment of beauty.   )     alas,     it's all but a distant desire now,     what with the sudden noise from boisterous child.     there goes his sleep.

              ❛     huh   ?     oh,     yep,     that's me   !     the one    &    only r - r - r -r - rakan   !    you got it right,     kiddo.     ❜     albeit sleep's his ultimate goal,     maybe entertaining curious child for a spell wouldn't hurt.     he can only hope slumber revisits him later.

"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

“ I’m not so sure if chocolate is the best thing for you to eat .... “ Ahri responds with uncertainty , keeping the box of chocolates near , almost CONTEMPLATING that maybe rice is better .

              ❛     aww,     don't worry about it   !     you're thinking about it too much.     ❜     so comes his reply,     azure hues fixated on delectable box of chocolates,     pondering on their sugary contents    &    thinking about eating them.     man,     oh man,     it's tantalizing,     watching delicate hands carefully hold the box near her frame,     as if to keep it out of his reach.     tempting,     really,     to simply snatch it from her possession    &    run off with it.     but,     that is not a gift at that point.     he wants it to have at least a sliver of value,     which is probably why he hasn't acted out on his desire.     ❛     hey,     you won't have anyone else to give that chocolate to,     right   ?     i wouldn't want you to make waste of that gift you poured your heart into.     so let me take it off your hands.     it's my own gift to you   !     ❜     that is,     in no way,     a two - way street.       ///       @vuikusen

OBSESSED WITH THIS I NEED TO IMMORTALIZE IT LDFHKJDFLKJFG