Paris // Chainsmokers

hero.     ///     bxstiae.

⚜ ; —–  [ ᴠ ᴀ ʟ ᴏ ʀ  ʜ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴛ ] —–     WASN’T LIKE HERO needed to use the sword (actually preferred the bow most of the time ). Though Master Blade had SOME perks to. It seemed to be whispering again, EGGING the Hylian to show the other why in it’s dim glow. Strange. (the sword never got upset over that before ) Only cast a glance at weapon before turning to swing at what seemed like NOTHING. 

—– ;     BRIGHT ray of light came from the sword; went in the direction a Champion had swung – only to clip the grass that stood in way before hitting a bush in an explosion. Leaves flew in various directions. Perhaps that would be sufficient ENOUGH to answer the question. 

          ❝ 🇭🇲🇲 … ❞

i mean i can still use the bow too i guess . 

              nothing but sounds of a delicate wind,     all as he awaits a response.     is there an apparent,     valuable reason for his curiosity   ?     no.     rakan isn't one to use weapons,     he prefers his dance to be his guide.     treat every battle as such    &    he's found to give a performance that's enough to please the crowd   !     still     ...     a sword over a bow   ?     doesn't one give you the advantage of distance   ?     rakan thinks that there's more merit in a bow from that alone.     of course,     that erroneous belief is quickly left behind when there's a beam of light that collides with a bush    &    explodes on impact

              ❛     alright,     guess that settles why at least   !     ❜     he finds no interest in that weapon.     using it would be entertaining,     shooting beams of light to anything    &    having control of a power like that would be for naught but fun.     that's why     ...      ❛     heeey,     you don't mind if i use it myself,     right   ?     i wanna give it a shot   !     ❜

im discussing this w/ @prodigal-ezreal but. sg rakan ( pre-corruption ) is just not good at getting hints FDLJHJHDK like if u have a crush on him there’s a high chance he Won’t Know You Do and that’s that on that.

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.

???     ///     portaljumps.

        ❛ i know you ! ❜     she starts, chiming in on what appeared to be perfectly enjoyable silence— but where’s the fun in that ?  nothing, of course !  a hop, skip, & a jump— & a portal— close the gap between her & the bird-man.  she shows up uninvited, obviously. what other way does one surprise somebody ?   she had yet to figure that out.   ( along with the art of subtlety— but don’t tell her that. )

          ❛ i’ve seen you before, you’re the fey-dancer ! r-r-r-r-r-akan !  did i get the accent right ? well ? ❜  an eager expression is painted upon young features— she’s looking forward to his favourable reply !

@feyquil·.

              not oft will he be in the mood for nothing but sweet serenity    &    the natural silence of the forest,     craving naught but some shut - eye    &    a visit from pleasant dreams.     (   what shall the mind conjure up this time in this dream land of his   ?     perhaps a world where peace reigned    &    he could spend time with his beloved,     or a world where all recognize him as the embodiment of beauty.   )     alas,     it's all but a distant desire now,     what with the sudden noise from boisterous child.     there goes his sleep.

              ❛     huh   ?     oh,     yep,     that's me   !     the one    &    only r - r - r -r - rakan   !    you got it right,     kiddo.     ❜     albeit sleep's his ultimate goal,     maybe entertaining curious child for a spell wouldn't hurt.     he can only hope slumber revisits him later.

              ❛     ouch.     that looks like a nasty wound.     ❜     is making such a statement appropriate upon seeing stranger suffering in silence   ?     in the solitude of sacred forest   ?     he believes so.     silence of the forest a pleasant sound to accompany any particular moment,     but to grant one an opportunity to fill said silence with his voice   ?     perhaps that's a blessing in of itself.     he does not hesitate to embark with a hesitant gait,     as if to exhibit innocuous concern whilst maintaining a safe distance to not lose his life so easily to a human.     ❛     you,     uh,     need a hand there   ?     i could probably help you,     but that's a huge probably.     ❜       ///       @kyunai​

god damn this peacock up in here CHEATIN' cheatin

i told the world i’m single now. mind ya business   !!!!!!!!!!!!

*chucks a 🏆 at his forehead*

how do u feel abt my rakan?

SNIFF.....MY FOREHEAD HURTS...BUT IT’S THE PAIN OF VALIDATION AND FRIENDSHIP. THANK YOU...

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@shnpo​ said :   {OPEN RP} hey rakan

ba ba ba bo bo go... be bo be ba bo... bebo? bogos binted? ba be bo ba...

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