Yasuo.     ///     flowihnd.

meme.     /     accepting.

@obsidiantias​ said :   [ adore ] (^:

              how'd they get here   ?     /     fate's path had always been a mystery,     darkness shrouded the road forward,     even if it was the only road one could ever take    ;    with each step,     an opportunity for light to shine on this darkness.     with each step,     careful    &    meticulous,     solitary    &    with another,     something new each time.     be it their meeting,     no matter how long ago it was,     no matter the initial rivalry on rakan's side,     or the unending truths that came to light with each conversation.     it was always something new between them.     /     now,     here they lie in bed,     future uncertain,     but they care naught for it    ;    no,     no,     what mattered most was the present.     what mattered most was each other.

              admittedly,     he prefers their positions to be reversed,     for him to be on top ,     to be marveling down at zelgius    &    every little detail he could note.     (   that smile made of honey reserved for none other than him,     the doe - eyed gaze he sought for,     they were a treasure rakan cherished.   )     now   ?     he finds himself back to mattress beneath him,     albeit soft bed could never match the delicate touches zelgius gave him,     the way his fingers roamed over his body,     the way they danced    &    touched every part that could elicit velvety gasp from touch alone.     it's divine,     it's amazing,     it's zelgius that runs a hand over his chest,     pressing hips down against rakan's.     the intent was never to allure,     he doesn't think so,     he feels special.     fragile,     a careful treasure in supposed lover's eyes,     a temple worthy of worship through more than just dulcet vocalizations.

              not as if he particularly minded,     for the benevolent words flowed naturally,     they were never empty.     zelgius's heart delivered those sonants with a passion for him,     &    who is rakan to reject the advances of a tattered heart he cares for   ?     who is he to deny the love blooming in his heart for him,     him,     who has only ever questioned himself    &    his identity     (   they're jealous of his beauty,     they envy what they cannot have,     for zelgius belongs to no one.     even as they are together,     they are each other's but do not belong to one another.     their paths have conjoined,     decision to move onward together is of their own volition   ).

              he loves him.     he indulges in it,     in the barrage of kisses at one side of his neck,     in the traveling hand that rests on the other side.     rakan breathed,     a reminder that this is real as he cranes his neck,     granting more access,     desiring more from him.     more of those soft kisses,     more of that new sensation pressing against him     ———     it's hard.     it's hard to breathe consistently,     his breaths were short,     edging closer to panting than actually breathing     ———    &    he basks in it.     basks in the glory of this newfound feeling,     distinct from the many times he's bed someone    ;    their touches were rough,     he was rough,     previously uncaring    &    meant naught more than to satiate lust's fire,     reduce it to a dying ember.     but not with him.     lust may be a factor,     yet it is never at the forefront here,     it is their love that grants them ability to be careful,     to treat each touch as magical,     to truly care for not just the act itself,     but the indubitable fact that it's with each other    &    they care,     they care.

              ❛     zelgius     ——     ❜     out of breath,     the reverent touches,     the meaningful whispers of praise     ...     he yearns for a perpetual loop of this moment,     for time's sand to come to halt    &    grant them this quiet blessing    :    to remain with one another in their room,     away from public's eye.     for their act to go on forever.     to love him uninterrupted.     it is a selfish wish,     one that fate will not grant,     for that alone he must make the most of it.     ❛     please,     ❜     rakan doesn't recall when his arms wrapped around zelgius,     when his sharp nails gently dragged down the back of scarred flesh,     when one hand carded through azure hair    &    grasped it to keep him close.     fuck.     ❛     keep     ...     going.     i trust you.     ❜     cerulean hues sought verdants,     yet that desire must be withheld for now,     left for the upcoming act,     their shared act of love.

[ adore ] your muse being near reverent with mine in bed.

OBSESSED WITH THIS I NEED TO IMMORTALIZE IT LDFHKJDFLKJFG

yeah btw this bitch is gonna be lost to the darkness so uh. go wild. 

' seasons, they will change. life will make you grow. death can make you hard. everything is temporary, everything will slide. but, they say, love will never die. ' ( birds, imagine dragons )

              it strikes him as odd at first.     hearing royalty's words escape him so effortlessly,     preaching on universal topics that can be found at the base of anyone's heart    :    desire to live,     aversion for death,     hopeful for love,     love,     love.     '   life will make you grow,   '     it's a typical statement,     isn't it   ?     how traversing through life's bog    &    withstanding its treacherous obstacles is what builds character   ?     he thinks that's it.     many times has it landed upon his ears    &    many times has he reaffirmed that notion.     rakan's own life wasn't without its own turmoil    ;    rather,     danger beckoned him forward,     cause he'd die for setting him in the most dangerous situations     ———     not like he didn't enjoy it,     though.     there was a thrill to be found in it,     taunting others    &    making out of it with every bone intact.     that's what he thinks,     at least.

              ❛     love won't ever die.     ❜     rakan deliberately echoes jarvan's words,     humming    &    a grin forms on his lips.     ❛     'cause i do think that,     say,     love makes you do something crazy,     you'd still die feeling it    &    all.     that love,     i mean.     ❜     clears his throat,     delivering a confident nod,     pearly whites slightly visible as edges of his lips continue curving upwards into a fonder    &    fonder smile.     again,     again,     she's on his mind.     just like it's always been.     just like it always will be.     ❛     maybe they're right.     love won't ever die,     but that's only if you ask me   !     ❜     immediately his tone changes,     heavy - hearted somber moments just weren't his thing   !     ❛     take it from me,     i've got an 80% chance of being right.     10% chance of being a little off the mark,    &    that last 10%     ...     it might look like i'm off the mark,     but i'm actually right on the center   !     so,     really,     it's actually 90%.     isn't that interesting   ?     ❜       ///       @lightshielded

whats  your  muses  position?

oh well, that’s that on that!

add me @ WATCH TIGER & BUNNY!!!!!#5685

do you have a cloaca just curious

uhhhhhhhhh one way to find out huh ????

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@lightshielded​ said :   ' you shine so brightly. ' the dawn's light dancing about the blackened night was entrancing, the singularity's whispers ever louder in its presence. the dark star was slow with its movements, almost apathetic to how long his actions take, simply taking time to admire the star dust flicker out as it waft over him. lance in hand, the dark star corruptant glided towards the court's dawn. ' so bright and so warm ... but your light is fleeting, ephemeral. how lucky it must be to end so quickly. '

              ❛     &    a little funny you think that you even hold the power to suppress light.     ❜     the dark star's will remains resolute,     it wishes to obliterate all that has been created    :    these newborn stars,     the light of dawn that he beckons,     dusk's fall,     it wishes to cease this perpetual state of order    &    replace it with a dreadful chaos that lacked order.     it wanted all to only know darkness.     it wanted all to accept the dark star,     thereby granting a darkness that resides within all to manifest    &    overtake every aspect of one's being.     for one that controls the dawn,     he is all too aware of what light's sacrifice may lead to,     how these actions may facilitate an inevitable end,     causing his undoing,     thus relinquishing this gift of light bestowed unto him.     

              there's a cant of his head,     a collected smile     (   more akin to a smirk,     with corner of his lips tugged upwards   ),     he speaks    &    his words are soft,     forsaking the once boisterous persona to adopt a steadfast stance.     he shall not fall.     ❛     light never ends,     ❜     singular limb shifts,     slow,     index curling,     pressing between lip    &    chin,     arctic hues landing upon presumed object of his undoing.     a single lance.     an unfamiliar weapon.     no matter how alien it may seem,     the art of combat is a dance he is all too familiar with.     the dark star knows naught of dance    &    its beauty.     to this,     the advantage is his.     ❛     doesn't matter if dawn sets    &    darkness paints the sky     ...     the dawn will always rise.     ❜     it's his task as the court's dawn to shine.

???     ///     shnpo.

           katarina hardly paid any attention to foreign matters   .   especially not ones without direct concern. as the foul-mouthed demons brought her up on one single rule   :   strength.  above all else.     (   it’s not right. it’s not.  —-   but is she one to stop this vicious cycle  ?   no.   )      so,   the issues of the vastaya were far beyond her influence. they either had the strength to resolve them, or didn’t. 

she’s perched above the rest, atop a thin tree with nimble branches. if it weren’t for her undetected presence, her cover would have already been blown. thankfully,  she was a professional. 

‘   hey.   bird boy.   ‘   katarina makes an intentionally audible movement, skilled eyes tracking the twitch of his ears. she waits patiently for his attention, lips curled into a smug smile, a sickeningly arrogant air to her expression.   ‘   yes, you.  you know who i am, don’t you  ?   ‘    /   @feyquil

              saccharine voice,     dripping with venom    &    amusement,     lands upon his ears,     evoking attention from the lone lhotlan vastaya.     ears twitch in response to her call,     swiftly turning on heel to look for the source of feminine voice     ———     alas,     it's for naught.     or so he thinks,     'till his gaze shifts upward to grace azures with the scarlet red tendril hanging over her visage     ...     no,     no,     that's not it.     it's a scar.     at least,     he thinks it is.     there's no telling from the distance they have between each other.     regardless,     it's but a trifling matter as long as she demands a response.     he speaks.

              ❛     me   ?     ❜     shifts hand to stick out index,     pressing tip against his own chest,     as if to clarify who she's speaking to.     as if that deadly gaze was staring at anyone else besides him.     his brow quirked,     countenance growing with an increased perplexity,     intending to understand her query     (   who is she   ?     is she any familiar   ?     no,     no,     she's human.     he doesn't mingle with 'em often at a personal level.     &    her sense of beauty   ?     eugh.     too much black for his taste   ).     he hums,     almost as if in deep contemplation,     though his true intent's to stall.     shoulders roll,     head shakes.     ❛     nope,     don't think i know you   !     have we met   ?     i think we've met.     i'm just not remembering is all   !     ❜

'' the moment i lose control, the shadows may awake their true nature and try to devour your flesh in order to gain a constant physical form. you probably like your flesh, do you not? "

              ❛     their true nature   ?     ❜     the implications are there,     that they are at his will.     his every command is law they abide by,     unless they break free of that control,     adopt that nature they so desire    &    scramble to nearest supposed victim for a physical form.     is that their intention   ?     his words ring true,     they're a blade,     a threat to silence him.     alas,     his thoughts lie elsewhere.     ❛     so,     you control them    &    you don't   !     at the same time   ?     that means you can make them do it,     or they do it by themselves   !     ❜     that definitely clears things up.       ///       @umbrasecta