Fictional Kiss Things That End Me

thorani.     ///     dhavaran.

❛  my, are you alright? that wound looked quite nasty  —  what could’ve done such a thing to you?  ❜  locks of long navy blue hair were gentle against the other’s shoulder, the water it contained glowed in between strands as it began to seal the gash. making sure that her magic was working as intended, thorani made sure to speak to the other to ease any other stress from it all.  ❛  this must seem very odd to witness, so i apologize for the obscurity. my name is thorani, you’re safe, i promise.  ❜  —  @feyquil· + from thorani!

              previous acute pain at his shoulder,     atrocious wound committed by none other than hands of fearful humans,     was now being mended to by friendly's strangers dark locks.     peculiar is the sight,     if honesty were granted in the moment.     brow quirked at fact before him    :    liquid     (   no,     that's definitely water,     he's sure of it   )     contained in hair possessed some sort of healing properties.     its efficacy more impressive than originally expected     ——     gash began to seal,     initial pain    &    stress diminishing as time coursed through its desired path,     albeit he owes it more to her soothing voice    &    amiable demeanor for keeping him calm.     rakan got lucky.     very lucky.

              ❛     thanks for your help,     uh  -     ❜     voice trails off,     lips teetering between a smile    &    a frown.     it's conflicting.     there's uncertainty in how to process this,     how to react to it.     oh,     whatever     —     no time to think or worry about that.     following his gut has always worked.      ❛     name's rakan   !     don't worry,      i'm feeling safe already.     whatever you're doing,     thorani,     it's working   !    ❜     at least,     he hopes it is.

though loosely enforced before due to an array of circumstances, this blog is now officially 18+ !! if you are under the age of 18, i ask that you please unfollow, softblock, hardblock, whatever works best for you. 

   @feyquil​

  ❝ you should know that once you start giving me attention, ill just keep coming back for more.. ❞

🏆🏆🏆🏆 YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!!!!!!!!

how do u feel abt my rakan?

UM OK WIG...THANK U SM AAAAAA DFLHLDFHJ WE HAVEN’T INTERACTED YET BUT......WE MUST. LET RAKAN BE FRIENDS W/ LEONA

P O G

kat what the fuck. absolute fucking poggers. anyway,

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

can you kick his ass? can you care for him as much as he cares for you? that’s perfect. he’ll love you. he needs to be able to click well with the person! looks wise? uh……..i dunno. just be sexy? what’s defined as ‘sexy’? idk man maybe have some nice legs? who knows

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

hey i’m literally a dumbass that loves poetry and LOVES to project don’t ask me this question. rakan does have a way with words, but i like to think that’s mainly because of the songs he’s learned and sings. regardless, he probably does fumble a bit with his words if he doesn’t know what to say exactly. it’s customary.

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

he struggles with it! this comes from the fact he’s very indecisive and has to put a lot of thought into thinking what his partner likes, and thinking abt what to give them? is it something they’d like? if it’s not, what else is there? are they really gonna like it? he deliberates over those types of questions and, as such, takes way too long to get a gift for his partner.

x   /   @shnpo

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.

“do you like boys or girls?” yes.

on the final day of march, i offer you a xayah “say so” fancam... tomorrow? who knows...

( credit: motion [ thank u ᑭIᗰᑭ-ᗰᗩᗰᗩ ᗰEI! ], model, stage )

yasuo.     ///     flowihnd.

          OH ,  HOW  THE  WANDERER’S  DAYS  have  changed  in  the  melody  that  threads  them  together ,  and  how  different  the  rhythm  his  feet  walk  to  has  become .  Replacing  solitude’s  endless  vigil  is  the  equally  endless  energy  of  the  Vastaya ,  leaves  intermittently  leaving  the  comfort  of  the  tree  branches  in  favor  of  accompanying  the  wind  in  its  journey .  A  light  chuckle  breezes  through  Yasuo’s  parted  lips ,  joining  the  chilly  evening  air .  “  I  meant ——   Ah ,  never  mind .  ”  Explaining  it  would  rob  it  of  fun ;  plus ,  he’s  sure  Rakan  is  well  aware  of  the  discreet  punchline .  He  takes  a  small  drink  from  his  flask ,  ties  it  to  his  belt ,  and  (  unbeknownst  to  Rakan  )  imitates  the  Vastaya’s  posture ,  resting  the  back  of  his  head  against  joined  hands .  “  Sounds  like  the  biggest  danger  for  you  at  the  moment  was  climbing  the  tree  just  now !  ”

         YASUO  SETTLES  AGAINST  THE  TREE  trunk ,  eyes  closing  briefly  before  they  open  once  more .  The  pastels  in  the  sky  have  begun  to  dim ,  giving  way  to  the  dark  of  night  and  the  first  peeking  twinkles  of  the  stars .  “  But  don’t  you  worry ,  Rakan ,  I’m  not  going  to  miss  the  rise  of  the  moon …  ”  he  continues ,  voice  softening  as  the  day’s  exhaustion  creeps  up  his  throat .  “  I  never  do  at  this  point ,  really .  Am  I  saying  I  don’t  really  sleep ?  Weeeell …  ”  Another  chuckle ,  this  time  encouraged  by  the  influence  of  slight  intoxication .  “  Huh ,  maybe .  At  least  not  as  often  as  I  should .  ”

              ah,     a farewell to that old routine of solitude,     replaced by this new one.     /     in that distant past,     he was the sole entertainer on this set stage,     the eyes of the audience focused on naught but him,     the beauty    &    grace of every natural feature,     every natural move    &    its flow,     embedded with an exhibited passion from his heart     (   it is the melody that guides him   ).     in a forgotten yesterday,     he was chosen,     the only capable one of performing these beauteous dances that humans could not avert their gaze from.     it is only miracle,     fate,     luck that now,     each festival,     there comes a new expectation    :    certain dance partner,     a wanderer whose calling is the wind,     appears    &    leaves just as swift.     yasuo.     only one who's managed to keep up with his every move,     successfully impressing rakan,     as both engaged in an impassioned dance that sung for those higher beings,     very ones that granted them this gift.     this is an art that others would not dare partake in,     it's different having another to share this enthusiasm with.     this is the new norm he's come to wholeheartedly accept.

              ❛     hey,     that wasn't dangerous at all   !     ❜     an abrupt motion,     he rises     ———     like the moon,     its gleaming silver light    &    its comfort matches rakan's own demeanor,     despite his eccentricism.     never calm,      too much energy that can't be contained.     upon sitting up    &    turning his head     (   meager attempt to get a view of yasuo   ),     though making sure he does not fall as consequence for action.     perfect.     ❛     i think your lack of sleep's a little more dangerous,     yasuo.     falling asleep here     ...     you're not meant to literally fall   !     but,     guess if you do,     i could end up catching you.    ❜     surely a jest,     his own retort to yasuo's earlier one.     its only fair a jubilant canary,     granted gift of flight from this chilly wind,     is there to rescue what grants him newfound freedom.

ahri.     ///     vuikusen.

❛ you almost took a nasty fall there. guess you should be thankful i caught you on time! ❜  @feyquil·

she was - in fact , he had caught her perfectly within his grasp as a shield immediately enveloped her for several moments only for the vixen to be let go . Ahri is thankful and it shows on her expression , bright golden eyes remaining on the Vastayans own before she clears her throat & flattens out her skirt . “ Thank you Rakan . “  

Casually does she say this , a little huff to her breath as she had actually been SAVED by the taller .  how embarrassing … . well , just a little at least which is why there had been red staining the fox’s cheeks .  

“  almost - i’m sure I would have been fine . . “ 

              ❛     what   ?     c'mon,     who knows what would've happened   !     ❜     lips curve up into a smug grin,     every intent to bring her attention to him    &    have her acknowledge his majestic catch,     accompanied with the glamorous dash that brought about the brief shield to protect her from the fall.     excessive   ?     perhaps to the layperson,     yet rakan's far from that.     a craving for any forms of attention guiding his careful actions for his audience's praise.     her simple thank you was enough for him.      ❛     we can't have you or your pretty face get messed up from a fall,     right   ?     you're still a dependable ally in this fight,     after all.    ❜     he pauses,     chuckle forming at the base of his throat    &    sneaking past his lips.     ❛     just remember i'm the more beautiful of the two,     yeah   ?     ❜