??? /// 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.