Lies    &    deceit Truly Will Guide Him To Some Of The Most Peculiar Of Adventures. 

"you're a bird right?" brow raises, chin held high as it always did. calloused fingers hold out what appears to be a bunch of chocolate eggs. "here, thought y'might like these then."

              ❛     oh   !?     ❜     maybe he should find it a bit unsettling,     the mere thought of a gift for him being chocolate eggs.     sure,     he's technically half bird if one were to give any specific labels to his person,     but no consideration is given to it.     his focus is on the captivating chocolate eggs,     curious    &    amused by the sudden kindness from sett of all people.     he snatches them,     shoves them into his mouth,     bites them     (   sure,     there's some chewing,     if anyone would call it such.     for the most part,     however,     it's nothing but a horrifying scene is what it is   ),     then swallows.     ❛     thanks for the treat,     i'll see you later   !     ❜     if he lives to see the day,     of course.     pray he can digest chocolate.       ///       @calledcard

Star Guardian Rakan by 你是路过人间被藏在星河里的太阳

@feyquil​ said: 

may i do a [ kiss + soft ] with a mix of [ love ] ? :0c

nsfw muse reaction prompts // accepting, but slow.

THE LHOTAN’S TOUCH IS AS MESMERIZING AS ITS OWNER, painted in glorious gold & amber as he cups his face, draws zelgius nearer with a firm yet kind hand. he leans into the touch like a moth is drawn to flame; rakan is patient despite what many may assume from his effervescent performance and despite his reticent partner’s anxious, yearning touch, running through the soft feathers on his shoulder. he kisses him and it’s like a kiss with a soul of itself, something fantastic, a taste of magic upon the tongue that parts his lips. 

he could grow used to it, zelgius thinks, he could grow used to this warmth—to feeling wanted, despite his flaws, despite his broken, jagged pieces. 

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oh well

kayn.     ///     inumbrate.

        a voice in the depths of his mind tries to interject, telling him he doesn’t deserve rakan’s kindness or encouragement. the dark whisper strikes a quiet fear that he might hurt the feathered friend he’d made, but he suppresses it — pushes it away, fights it tooth and nail for a swift beat. somehow, the vastayan’s optimism and rallying makes it easier ; kayn isn’t certain why that is, but it feels good… and more-so? he enjoys how it makes him feel. he enjoys feeling like the end of that tunnel or forest or road isn’t awash with blood… that it doesn’t have to end with him not knowing who is in control — him or rhaast. there is consolation in the idea that he could be the one standing tall, that he could win back his own flesh and mind. whether he deserves it or not, he wants to be selfish, for once, in his life. his good eye flicks to his companion’s hand and he lets out a quiet sigh, licking at his bottom lip as he reaches out and clasps the profference of aid firmly ; giving his own sign that he aims to accept the other’s help in this mess.    ❛ — not sure how i lucked out, y’know, in making a friend like you — but… thank you. ❜    a flash of a smile and a sincerity in his voice, in his features.

              ❛     you don't have to thank me.     ❜     it's not a rejection of his gratitude,     not necessarily.     the actions of a friend are different from that of a stranger,     the amiability of his words stem from the mere fact they're friends.     it's that alone that allows him to become a shoulder to cry on     ———     ahah,     perhaps not entirely,     he supposes.     there's a difference in doing it solely because he's a friend    &    doing it because he wants to.     to rakan,     he does it for both reasons    :    a base desire that grows at his heart to fend off any intrusive thoughts that permeate through kayn's mind,     reminding him that,     in fact,     things will turn out okay.     probably not now.     probably not tomorrow.     it's when they get to the end of the road they're on.     perhaps beyond the horizon   ?     who knows.     there's too many factors to consider,     deliberating over each one wouldn't exactly be of use.     he knows how he feels,     that's all he needs.

              ❛     what're friends for,     am i right   ?     ❜     lips curve into yet another grin,     typical of his visage to be adorned with one,     though.     natural smiles were more his thing.     no shame in wanting to appear more bright,     was there   ?     it made him stand out a little more.     good.     more of an excuse to garner any audience's attention.     ❛     if you really wanna say thanks,     though     ...     maybe some chocolate wouldn't hurt.     ❜     silence,     for a few moments before a slight chuckle escapes him again.     ❛     just kidding,     i swear   !     ❜

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

sidles up to him and worms his way beneath his cloak wing thing to keep warm

              inattentive azures fixated on particular rock structure,     attempting to understand if its form had always been the way he sees it now     //     has the rock undergone change   ?     was what perceived as immovable,     unchanging,     able to convert to its current form   ?     logical explanation behind it a bore,     more intriguing is the idea of life's dance interlacing itself with rock's time,     nature's dance wild    &    free,     the two conjoining to create what now sits before him.     attention,     however,     is fully diverted upon feeling one hide beneath his wing.     very same one that dons the guise of a cloak to foolish humans,     those that knew naught of the magical properties bestowed onto it,     over it    &    beneath it.

              speaking of lying beneath it,     just who is that   ?

              ❛     hey,     careful with the feathers   !     ❜     exclamation's delivered without second thought as he quickly turns around,     perpetrator revealed   !     in lieu of anger painting his features,     a smile finds itself forming on rakan's lips,      a chuckle elicited at the sight.     limb shifts,     only for hand to be placed against the nape of his neck    &    sheepishly rub it.     ❛     you startled me there for a second,     varus.      don't sneak up on a guy like that   !     ❜       ///       @blightbrought

after discussing with @4senna​ how rakan would use his charm to flirt with the starbucks barista and lower the price ( and mistakenly forget he’s actually at a subway ), i wanna show y’all the highlight of the conversation

Rakan & Kayn comiss! ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿