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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 ! ‘ ❜

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              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   ?     ❜

the end.     ///     quartlet.

TIME WAS NO FRIEND OF MAN,  and nor was the crumbling dark that awaited him in all his worthless folly.  so small.  so frail.  so pitiful.  the providence of god need not privy to their innerworkings,  not while the weight of a crushing supermassive black hole weighed on His side,  antimatter oozing from their lower jaws.  what is one singular atom when compared to the impossible shapes the singing of space creates  ?  paltry offerings made up carcass flesh,  so futile and so very postured against a burning black forever.  but this one sings of stars,  catching them between his teeth before bursting at bloody seams.   He has watched them.  He knows.  all he is  …  all he shall ever be  ;  moments wrapped up in seconds,  time fluctuates,  its shell cracked open for all the cosmos to glare into and snicker. 

woe  !  woe  !  little thing made up of stardust and hope  !   echoes His spectral choir,  their voices ripped straight from their gluttonous throats,  each screaming at a different pitch from another.  maddening.  all was so very maddening.  a sweeping,  nebulous substance pours out from below him,  they entangle and shimmer like the arms of galaxies cradling against the void of their death.   no clouds above.  no hells below.  there is only He in all His magnificence,  His singular bloated eye peering out from the warps and wefts of His billowing hood.  His gaze is unblinking but not unmoving,  the outer iris of His eye whirls into an unknowable blue while at the center there is a supernova buzzing,  singing,  laughing. 

❛  ShE iS gOnE.  ❜  the voice spoke again.  not quite the discordant clang of congs but instead there is an unbiting harmony found within those horrendous,  deepening notes.  this was the rhapsody of a god.  the last word is repeated by a spectral chorus,  every utterance heightens in pitch until it is bleeding :   gone  !  gone  !  gone  !  gone !    blots of darkness recede then,  revealing the golden surface in which his eye peers forth from.  there are symbols etched into the surface are unknowable and untraceable,  but when a wandering sun tilts just right,  the shock of light catches the slope of His mask.  as soon as it came,  the light vanishes,  swallowed whole by a sickle claw.  He crushes this sun in the palm of His hand.  it’s cries of pain rattle out from His fingertips like sand. 

no clemency.  no warmth.  no silence.  white noise pervades everything until there is nothing,  a warbled,  distorted clammer of entropy riding up one’s throat until there are only parched whispers of dead planets ringing around your jaws.  from behind rakan there gleams another looming arm,  spotted with constellations and translucent.  the voice pierces reality,  cutting it in two.    ❛  yOu StAnD bEfOrE mE nOw,  LiTtLe GuArDiAn.  ❜  He knows.  do not forget.  He knows !    The God Without A Throne peels back,  eye concentrating upon the tiny shape of a mortal that now stands,  shuddering.  what was once a chorus now chimes into one singular sound.   ❛   whatever shall i do with you …  ❜

              &     ALL AT ONCE,     terror's gaping maw became apparent at the cacophony of various voices,     they were a choir of death,     a choir of chaos,     imbrued with disharmony for no other purpose than to unnerve those their voices dare speak to.     //     ah,     how youth was sought for in that moment     ————     a time of peace that is a memory of the past,     too many bar lines left in the past,     too many measures past without repeat,     he has been forced to assimilate into this perpetual crescendo where all grows louder,     louder.     sought for pianissimo,     peace's silent reign,     is nowhere near,     it is an afterthought,     the conductor has different plans for him.     he is a pawn on this stage,     he is a star guardian,     last one out,     that will never be blessed by light's continued guidance,     for his fate has been set.     (   to defy fate is to defy these stars,     to defy these stars it is an impossibility.     alas     ...     he is nothing in the cosmos' grand battlefield.   )

              to be promised by whispers of the mind that this was all a dream,     conjured up by an overflow of negative emotion that plagues his heart.     how could it not   ?     he has fallen,     he has fallen.     not by his own hand,     but at the hand of others   !!!     those matters continue an existence of anger    &    wrath,     but his time to strike is not now.     his time to strike is when these whispers cease their incessant claims,     of these noises being real,     of a battered heart to face the cruel reality that awaits him    :    she's gone.     as if the forces of the universe wanted him to realize how futile his efforts were,     how such a lofty ambition cannot bear the fruit his being desires     (   he doesn't care,     he doesn't care   !!      JUST SHUT UP   !   ),     he has to wake up.

              this canary,     whose flight impaired by fate's meticulous hands,     must accept what amber pools perceive    :    he no longer dons life's hues,     her soft,     mellow colors have been drained from his person,     deprived of it by damn bastard that caused all of this.     the whites of his skin eerily creep towards a ghastly white,     absence of blood true cause behind it     ——     &     these clothes,     they are not bright anymore,     he is not the bright    &    shining rakan of the past,     the star guardian whose bright enthusiasm rivaled the stars around him.     no.     he is the sun crushed by relentless hand,     turned to sand,     its cause for naught.     /     is this his destiny   ?     to shine bright,     only to be crushed in the end   ?     is he to be what gives her the necessary light for purity's renewal inside her,     or is he to be a bright sun,     a star,     that shines brightly above the rest,     only to have its light crushed into nothingness.     ...     does his dream have any success in sight   ?

              he stares.     he stares,     he stares,     he stares,     for he believed a god's form to be benevolent,     to be a haven that one could turn to in times of need,     he doesn't see that here.     there is a mask.     there is an eye.     there is him,     there is the end.     if every story must have its finale,     then he who controls these stars with ease is it.     if starlight is the beginning,     then he,     who can turn a sun into sand,     star to stardust,     is the end.     he is no pawn of terror,     he is terror.     the prospect alone,     the reality of it all,     is confirmation of that.     rakan may doubt himself,     but he cannot doubt what he knows is fact.

              ❛     what     ...     the     ...     ❜     there's an expectation for him to finish his sentence,     to release the last word with all his might,     to shout the profane word with shock,     but he can't.     fear's grasp is tight around his neck     (   or has it coagulated at his throat   ?   ),     he's left stupefied at cosmic being before him.     albeit it seems he is immobile,     he finds strength,     courage,     to take few steps back,     to create ineffectual distance between them,     as if that made any difference.     perhaps it's simply the illusion of such that provides even the smallest of comforts.     ❛     i     ...     really did not sign up for this.     ❜     his being quivers,     though he catches himself    &    stops it,     appearing stiff.     he fears him,     but to at least contain this fear     ...     may be his key to survival.

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@quartlet​ said :   stop looking at yourself and start looking at me stoopid

ok deal, just promise you’ll hold a mirror in front of you? at all times, maybe? cool!

cant fuckinf write rn so heres the answer to that ask you sent in

since rakan wanted 2 be nosey, he got a look at how ekkos curiosity led to a bunch of bad doodles n studies #neeeeerd

WHAAAAA I DIDN’T EXPECT THIS AT ALL FDJHDLFKJH THIS IS SO PRETTY…these doodles are so nice and i can feel a lot of fluidity emanating from them, i love it!       ///       @chronodriven

me: i only ship with chemistry

also me:

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@placeabo​ said :   “ you will find worse people here than where you’re from. you should go. ”

              what lies in the depths of these murky waters,     what secrets are there to be found in the porty city of bilgewater,     was there certainly any treasure he could find viable to enhance his own beauty   ?     truth be told,     he doesn't care.     a simple curiosity is enough to allure him away from the familiar lands he so traveled,     that's how it's always been.     did he,     necessarily,     want an absolute answer to his questions   ?     no,     rakan just does,     thinking about any of his reserved for after the fact.     he's bound to have heard the many dangers that exist within this city     ——     but all is well,     so long as he makes it out alive.

              ❛     thanks for the concern there,     buuuut,     ❜     rakan appreciates it,     the warning,     that is.     perhaps he should heed the advice    &    leave here     (   maybe the thought even did occur to him the moment he set foot in the city   ),      albeit he's not one to leave so easily when there's an insinuation of entertainment.     that's what danger was to him,     a promise of something new,     something fun.     if his dance isn't recognized here,     then surely a new title could be created while here,     right   ?     what's more fitting than a persistent battle dancer   ?     ❛     i'll be fine,     trust me.     i'm a little slippery,     the people here won't be able to catch me.     ❜

watch the stars with me

               ————— if  losing  myself  to  the  darkness  would  guarantee  her  heart  purity  again,     then  so  be  it.     it’s  only  fair  i  go  out  in  style   !     all  i  ask  is  that  you’ll  promise  me     …

                                       * ONE  LAST  SMILE.

indie    &    private   rakan   from   riot   games’s   league   of   legends     ///     loved by ric.

RULES: spell out your url with song titles, and then tag 10 people

f - fly! / genki rockets

e - esper world / final fantasy 6

y - your best american girl / mitski

q - qsay so / doja cat ( i’m not cheating )

u - unfulfilled / fire emblem: three houses

i - imagination forest / IA

l - let’s drop dead / neru

tagged by: @ekkological

tagging: @vuikusen @shadowhelmed @playfoul & anyone else who wants to do this have fun! ^_^

[Commission] Star Guardian Xayah & Rakan

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@friendsinthefrost​ said :   Twink. - Jayce

bitch.

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@unshackles​ said :   " a little bird told me that you and your... spouse are quite familiar with rebellions. "

              oh,     oh   ?     what an intriguing statement,     what an intriguing man to propose such a rumor he's heard naught of.     few know of their rebellion,     mostly vastaya,     though whispers did not discriminate    ;    if a human ear could catch wind of their plans for rebellion,     then surely a wider audience will be garnered.     heh,     good.     the more eyes on him,     the more exciting this stage where war's tension rises     //     all will marvel at his dance,     freedom's song,     an unending tune that he    &    xayah forged,     so that everyone may experience magic as it's meant to be    :    wild,     free   !!!     //     leaving a guest unanswered is rude,     it's tacky.     granting him the honor of a response is the least rakan could do.     perhaps do a little digging of his own.     he always was the most curious between him    &    xayah.

              ❛     maaaaaybe,     ❜     mischievous in his intents,     his tone adopts a playful tune,     brows lowering    &    corner of his lips quirking into a lopsided grin.     elusive as always,     the truth isn't too important,     is it   ?     if it is,     there's no need to worry over it.     living in the moment was far more entertaining.     short - term entertainment always proved to be greater than long term     (   both diminish at different rates is all,     one slower,     one faster   !     a transient moment of joy has more worth than long ones that shall eventually die out   ).     ❛     depends which little bird told you.     ❜     depends whether he is enemy or ally.     he's human,     comes the assumption perceived from his physical appearance.     no trace of vastayan qualities found on him.     ❛     who told you   ?     but,     i like to make things fun,     take a few chances with fate.     we are quite familiar with rebellions.     that a problem   ?     ❜

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@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   !

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@stonethrown​ said :   goddamn dude just, it's been a long while since we were meming things up in TNB but I was just reading your threads on your blog for the past 10 minutes and god just, I love you and your writing like WOW i can't believe i'm actually friends with someone who writes and me reading it instantaneously cures my face acne and brings us to world peace but real talk your writing has shot through the roof and I know this is like super homo of me but keep on writing pls bc I wanna read more ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

UM AWAN WHAT IS THIS DFLJHDFHJDF YOU'RE SO SWEET THANK YOU SO MUCH??? i can't believe we went from tiger & bunny with kotetsu and prof. willow all the way here. listen though- really, thank you for your compliments!! i really want to be able to convey my feelings n rakan's feelings as best as i possibly can in my writing, since i feel like he's a character whose primarily based in his emotions ( and honestly every character i write has been like that but LKFDJHLDFHSFJ ), and delving into how complicated emotions can be and what he feels can just. like. u know. contradict w/ the way he acts n shit sometimes u gotta do what u can to survive. BUT REGARDLESS I'M RAMBLING THANK U SO MUCH FOR THIS i love u sm all the homo babe! <3

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@miellamor​ said :   ' i would give my lungs for you to not drown, i would give my feathers for you to keep flying, i would give my voice for you to keep singing, i would give my heart for you to keep loving.'

              THEIR LOVE IS A SACRED ONE,     it is a fragile craft conjured meticulously by both their hands,     forming it,     nurturing it into that warmth that resonates within their hearts.     they are not connected by mere physicality,     the exterior matters naught,     it's the emotional connection that matters more,     where their hearts become one,     where their love is powerful enough to face the world by themselves,     make an enemy of those that stand against their rebellion.     he'd never leave her side,     gods he'd never leave her side.     to forsake her,     who matters above all else,     would be sin itself.     /     who has ever intrigued him as much as she   ?     who has ever loved him for him    &    not just the charismatic charmer   ?     who has bared her heart to him    &    his to her,     accepting delicate gift    &    cherishing with all their might   ?     it's only them.

              verily,     she was immune to his charms,     it was she who rejected his advances,     but an impassioned heart persists    &    love had been discovered blooming between them.     (   my love,     this flower is ours,     only we may see it,     only we may feel it.   )     to erroneously assume it had been an overnight thing     ...     it brings a chuckle,     fools cannot perceive the trials they've faced,     the many times he's protected her,     the many times she's protected him,     the many times she claimed to leave him were he caught in a peril situation,     only to be saved right after    &    scolded harshly for not being serious enough.

              deep down,     they both knew the truth.     one shrouded in mystery,     but through each error,     each time they corrected themselves,     truth's like shined through,     illuminating an indubitable fact    :     they both knew they cared about one another.     platonic   ?     romantic   ?     foggy mind couldn't decipher it,     he knew his intentions were romantic,     but he saw more of her    &    so were his glib acts dropped,     replaced over time by bonafide acts of love,     genuine passion with every chat they had,     every laugh they shared.     //     her laugh,     oh her laugh,     was there anything more beautiful,     anything that inspired him more than when she smiled,     when mirth graced her features,     that was beauty itself   !!

              ❛     miella,     ❜     he hushes her,     finger pressed against her lips,     amiable smile growing onto his lips,     he leans in,     close    &    makes sure to press his forehead against hers.     deep intake of breath,     small exhale,     then silence.     silence.     words cannot encompass his love for her,     neither can time     ———     their love transcends time,     it transcends history itself,     historians shall not record it,     documents will write of their achievements,     their failures,     there will be information on their success to preserve the wild magic of ionia,     but no matter if a memorial is made,     no matter if others see them as ghosts or heroes,     none will know of their love.     there will be songs sung,     speaking of the two lovers that faced the world,     but none,     none but they will know of this flower they nurtured,     the nature of their love is not an exhibit for the world,     but their private garden that only they may dwell    &    dance in forevermore.     ❛     don't you ever give anything for me.     what i have here   ?     you,     with me,     that's all i could ever ask for.     i don't want anyone else but you.     don't ever sacrifice anything of yours for me.     ❜     only i'm allowed to ever sacrifice myself for you,     miella.

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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.

i have risen from the filth and muck .  I AM THE LOTUS BLOSSOM .  i  …  am BEAUTY    /    independent & selective KHADA JHIN from league of legends.  written by gabby.   trigger heavy !

rakan liked for a hug.

@fxlgurkinesis​ said :   Her arms wrap around the other, unable to keep a smile on the face from the sheer positivity and brightness that seems to radiate from the other. Though she was careful to not disturb his wing, or what she thought was a wing at least.

              yeah,     that's definitely his wing,     donning the guise of a cape to deceive humans into believing him to be one of them.     a necessity to keep his true identity a secret     ——     however,     it's when her amiable arms wrap around him that he realizes the eyes of the world are not on him for a moment,     it's naught but serene solitude with a friend.     slowly,     but certainly,     does red cape dissipate    &    form into his golden wing,     feathers gleaming    &    their radiance softened.     he can relax.     he can be himself,     it's a rare comfort when he's so far from the lands he calls home.      no matter how minute that comfort may be,     its significance could not be abandoned,     for this wing is a part of him,     a part he can exhibit around lux.     what a relief.

              ❛     whoa,     where's this coming from   ?     ❜     melodious tone adopted,     pleased hum as a sigh of relief escapes him.     arms gently come up    &    he wraps them around her petite form,     hugging her in return.     it's a gentle hug,     possibly betraying expected vivacious    &    enthusiastic hugs     ———     was such appropriate in the first place   ?     probably,     though he opts for a hug whose nature won't disturb peace's rare silence.     life here seemed a little too busy.     ❛     if you wanted a hug,     you could've just asked   !     promise i'm more of a hugger than i am a fighter.     ❜     mischievous quip,     intending to tease    &    lie,     not out of malice.     he knows he excels at both.

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@blightyh​ said :   nathanos vc: hey ugly

you really have to stop talking into the mirror like that, learn self love & all that jazz u know   ?

rakan has appeared! what to do?

flatter marry leave hug

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@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   !!!!!     ❜

what are the fucking odds that @feyquil and i end up opposing each other in ranked and i happen to remember ric’s summoner from a screenshot

League fanart! ^^

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

I truly appreciate your kind words, my good sir~

OBSESSED WITH THIS I NEED TO IMMORTALIZE IT LDFHKJDFLKJFG

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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.

kayn.      ///      shadowhelmed.

      𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐍’𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐘, 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 how his explanation could possibly be complicated for the Vastaya. As someone who’s spent nearly a decade in the Shadow Order, none of it is complicated to him—it is a piece of him, a part that he will not & cannot cut out. It comes to him naturally; envelops his form in curling tattoos & a corrupted flesh. But apparently, as Rakan looks to Kayn with supremely DISORIENTED eyes, Kayn’s explanation isn’t quite as good at his own comprehension.

      He sighs, squinting & lifting a hand to scratch at the back of his head. Rakan’s words tell him that he DEFINITELY doesn’t understand. Kayn’s hands gesture vaguely.        “ 𝑾𝒆’𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆. 𝑰 … 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔—𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 … 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒊𝒕, 𝒕𝒐𝒐. ”        He pauses.        “ 𝑨𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑵𝒐𝒙𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒈𝒆. ”

              ❛     but you're already great,     aren't you   ?     ❜     there's no leaps in logic,     a desire to be great is one thing,     but already being great is another,     isn't it   ?     his thought is merely vocalized without prior thought,     serving as both an independent statement    &    a compliment from the heart.     doesn't everyone see it   ?     ❛     you think nobody sees it   ?     i think they do   !     ❜     a bit too enthusiastic in his approach,     limb comes up for a hand to rub at own chin inquisitively,     pondering,     wondering,     before declaring another charismatic statement.     ❛     you're the only guy that can catch up to me    &    kick my ass,     i'm sure that's worth something.     ❜

              ❛     listen,     if someone from this noxus place is giving you a hard time,     lemme deal with them.     ❜     cocky.     way too cocky,     for someone that knows naught of how fierce their warriors are,     he's only heard tales of it,     albeit marks it off as simple fear overtaking one's heart at their stature,     not their might.     they were all tall,     after all,     though that does not equate to being strong.     he thinks this as a tall person himself.     ❛     promise i can handle it without getting a scratch.     though,     if i did get scratched,     that'd be another scar,     which isn't necessarily a bad thing   !     ❜     it only serves to accentuate his beauty,     in his eyes.