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unprompted. / always accepting !!
@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.