More Getting To Know The Mun

              ❛     what you just used there     ...     ❜     there was no doubt in his heart,     it's beautiful even when a human uses it,     albeit different in its own way     ——     is it as free when they possess it   ?     is it restricted   ?      queries are conjured as he processes her methods,     cyans fixating on her countenance,     then slow do those orbs shift to gaze at her petite hands.     ❛     that was magic,     right   ?     ❜     features enter into silent conflict,     uncertain between looking perplexed or excited.     he opts for a smile,     appearing amiable,     even if it's only for a brief moment.     ❛     can you do it again   ?     i wanna see more of it   !     ❜       ///       @demacianmage​

???     ///     crawsus.

❛     i’d  really  rather  not  fight,     if  you  don’t  mind.     i  come  in  peace,     as  they  so  often  say.     i’m  rather  weak  too  you  know,     so  it  wouldn’t  be  much  of  a  fight  and  more  of  a  waste  of  time.     ❜     a  hand  is  thrown  up  in  defense.

in  his  mind  the  demon  stirs,     a  mental  effort  is  taken  to  sooth  the  voice.     hand  grips  his  cane  tightly,     placing  pressure  against  the  stick.     to  an  outsider  it  appears  as  if  it  were  a  normal  cane,     but  to  him  it  throbs  and  it  aches  and  it  wishes  for  more  and  more  bloodshed.     but  who  ever  heard  of  a  darkin  cane?     ❛    if  you’d  like  i  can  read  you  some  poetry  instead?    ❜     lips  upturn  into  a  lopsided  smirk,     clearly  something  was  up  his  sleeve,     but  it  surely  wasn’t  something  that  would  be  harmful  to  the  vastayan.     provided  urizen  cooperated  with  him.

@feyquil​  said  anyone!

              his logic is impeccable.     weak individual should not be engaged,     not out of courtest,     but fear that,     if engaged,     there would be no joy or entertainment acquired from such an easy battle     ———     or even worse,     should he act careless    &    commit an unplanned blunder,     then perceived weak individual may find an opening to beat him    &    claim victory,     then who would be weak   !?     HIM,     HIM   !!!

              ❛     poetry   ?     ❜     rakan hummed inquisitively,     arms crossed over chest as ceruleans shift their gaze towards the soft earth at feet.     wow,     is it just him, or is it a lot greener than it was yesterday   !?     he swore that the day before current situation,     the grass at his feet was a subdued green.     could it be that the greener greenery around them could be attributed to the blesséd rain that poured     ——     wait,     what was the question again   ?     ❛     uh,     you said you were gonna do something,     read   ?     yeah,     sure,     do whatever you want   !     ❜

idk who i haven’t interacted w/ yet so like. here’s an inbox call! hit that neat little like for rakan in ur inbox!!

i missed sinday but rakan gets pegged

if you insist *picks rakan up and suplexes his skinny ass*

WHAT THE—

@calledcard

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.     ❜

"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

              ❛     hmm     ...     ❜     he's thinking,     thinking,     scrutinizing over draven's features,     active imagination attempting to visualize what he'd look like without the facial hair.     upon finally realizing it,     his brow quirks,     then he hums before giving his verdict,     seemingly out of nowhere.     ❛     yep,     you look a whole lot better with the beard.     ❜       ///       @drorious​

K & R

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

i like to think rakan’s a good kisser! but this comes mostly from my own speculation that he’s like…….got experience w/ it from how much of a charmer he is, if that makes sense? there’s those kisses he’s had that didn’t really mean anything, and then there’s the kisses he’s shared with xayah that mean the world to him – both require a different level of skill, i like to think. one’s meaningful, deep, and the other might be more hedonistic in nature than it is significant to him. that skill comes with the experience of him being a good kisser, though!

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

i think this one’s a bit obvious, but he’s very much a romantic in every sense of the word! he’s got an idea of what his love is and what it means to be romantic and in love which can, of course, lead to a very idealized ( or romanticized, you could say ) idea of how to act when he’s in love. it’s……excessively sweet if i’m honest, and kinda cheesy, but. it’s how he’s best able to convey those feelings! thank u for coming to my ted talk as to why rakan is such a romantic

x   /   @voracites