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✧ ━━ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃🕯️𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙶𝚄𝙴 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴

Hm ... It has been quite a bit of time since I've seen Ferenir, perhaps upon my next visit to Ionia I should stop by and see him, it would be nice to finally be able to enjoy his cooking. Oh! Perhaps then I can kill two birds with a single stone, I have been thinking about having a blade forged. Why not? I wonder if he'd be willing to deliver it to me himself, then I could house him and catch up too. Oh my, Vladimir is going to unsettled with all of these sudden guests I'm having. I'll make it up to him.

Robin's fond of Ferenir but I do think they both are more on the shallower side of friendship with one another, they get along well enough and enjoy eachother's company - but they don't know very much about the other. This doesn't seem to be any sort of detriment though, and Robin is more than okay with this type of relationship or if it were to expand into a deeper camaraderie. He enjoys people who don't stick their nose in his business ( even if that makes him a hypocrite ) and Fer doesn't intrude on his life and vice versa! It's a very easy friendship.

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Do u ever not realize how starved for affection u are till someone hugs u a bit tighter than normal and you find that you really don’t want to let go

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What if they kissed . . . . @ Haru

✧ ━━ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃? 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙶𝚄𝙴 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴

It felt like time had stretched into an eternity, each minute dragging on while the Lhotlan’s restless energy bubbled beneath the surface as he waited and waited and waited. Although Haru usually relished these moments of their quiet companionship, today was different ━ today, the thrill of his recent explorations throughout Zaun tugged at him and urged him to yank Viktor away from his workbench and have him all for himself. He was wound up and excited ... But the Herald barely acknowledged Haru's presence, a stab to the Vastayan's rather large ego, far too deeply immersed in the soft clinking and clattering of Viktor's creations to notice much of anything else not that said fact made Haru's ego recover quicker. He dropped his satchels' down with a nuted thump, and approached while stretching his back. He was a greedy, and impatient, person, after all.

Not that he was fully to blame, at least in his own mind. How could he be when Viktor's focused demeanor drew in Haruko so easily? Bright plumage ruffled as he peered over the Herald's shoulder at his work. Haru smiled to himself, noting the scent of iron clinging to Vik's pale skin, and he couldn't help but want to bridge the gap between them. With a growing, wicked grin, he leaned in and let his plush lips brush along the shell of Viktor's ear. Haru really wished that he could forever savor the slight shiver which coursed through the other man at the contact ━ he was so endearing. Haru's decorated arms encircled Viktor, framing him against the desk and wasting very little time, "Mmm … Come rest with me," he gestured towards Viktor's work with his head, "It will be there after."

The tender responses to Haru's kisses ignited a tingle within the Lhotlan, he delighted in the way Viktor's body reacted to everything; the way his breath hitched slightly when Haruko pressed a gentle bite to his shoulder and the nape of his neck. He wanted nothing more but to place a thousand blooming marks all across him ━ but he would wait just a little longer. Cornflower eyes sparkled with a teasing light as he caught sight of Viktor’s flushed cheeks ━ a sweet cherry hue that forced Haruko's heart to race, "Perhaps after you can show me how it works." He suggested, delving so far as to flutter his lashes up at the inventor and stroke his hand.

Haru's gaze lowered before he ghosted a kiss atop Viktor's lips, tantalizingly close but never quite connecting. He lingered, just enjoying how Viktor trembled; finally, he turned and pulled back. The Vastayan cooed as he left, "I'll be waiting."

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Sudden love, when gifted to a habitually unloved person, can induce nausea. It can become a thing you would claw and debase yourself for. It is necessary to wean yourself on to it, small portions.

― Sophie Mackintosh, The Water Cure

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Pillow Thoughts #1 - Courtney Peppernell

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Mythological scenery with nymphs in golden light among classical temples in a mountainous region (Arcadia) (William Etty, 1787 - 1849)

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“What if they kissed?” — Haru

From x

For a while Viktor had found comfort with the vastayan , both finding refuge in Viktors home . Which was slowly turning into a shared space between the two . The mixture of Harukos natural aesthetics weaving together with the mechanical that Viktor had found solace in . Perfectly segmented and merging together in a strange aesthetic of the natural overcoming the mechanical .

Both men were sitting within a nest of blankets and pillows . Their fingers carefully building gifts for the other . Haruko's hair was braided with metallic decoration, gold and silver chain which accented his dark skin and rather colorful plumage that decorated his frame. For Viktor , the plumage that fell from his beloved was woven into his hair . The dark brown mixed with blue and green , weaving until it faded into the pale ends of his hair , accented with wooden beads that the vastayan carved himself . A common shared pass time was preening between the two, Viktor was never one to care for appearances - but the feeling of the others talons weaving his hair and combing through his locks gently across his scalp was something he never realized he missed in life. Once again talons were weaving a new feather in his hair, his back to the other as he twirled a separate feather between his fingers. Watching the shimmering texture of each vane that twinkled in the sunlight.

Comfort washes over him - his body eventually leaning against Haruko - back rested into the others chest . His head turning to find the others own just over his shoulder . Hands resting on the sides of Viktors thin frame , how own metallic fingers dancing against the others . Their eyes meet briefly in silence , Harus having a glint of amusement - want - as if telling the herald what he expected from him. Which causes Viktors eyes to shimmer back - acknowledging the request . His head and body slightly turning more only for their lips to touch together tenderly . The Vastayans hands curling around the back of the heralds head , encouraging him to press more into it . Viktors eyes fluttered shut - his hands finding their own way to Harus body . Gently running over his skin under silken fabric as they continued to share their brief bliss . As the moments passed they became more needy , less shy . Their hands exploring more as they both sunk into soft sheet practically glued to each other . Only parting briefly to breathe as they both peered at the other with half lidded eyes . A smirk playing on Harus lips as he knew that he had baiting the herald into playing into what he wanted . Again, there was another kiss , Viktors lips finding themselves on Harus briefly - before traveling. . . his chin , jawline, then his neck - then lower as his hands massage plush flesh under palms . Running against his thighs as eyes looked up at the Vasyatan from where his head as perched as if asking for permission . Which was met with a loving silence that only Viktor knew the answer to .

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send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.

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-> [ robin. ]: you and abel best get up here and help me decorate for the christmas party

-> [ robin. ]: i have tinsel stuck in my claws

── 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ── 𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴

[ 7:18am Robin -> Miss Evelynn ]: Yes we're on our way, Abel *insisted* we pick up hot chocolate for the office - he's way too excited and now I don't think you and I will have to worry about decorating at all

[ 7:19am Robin -> Miss Evelynn ]: He practically ran ahead when I told him why you needed him. He's never in this good of a mood

[ 7:20am Robin -> Miss Evelynn ]: DO NOT RUIN THIS FOR US.

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🐹

✧ ━━ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈 ��𝐂 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝙳𝙰𝚈𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴

🐹 ( 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ) - How does your oc feel about animals? ━ For all of the brutality and violence Robin brings forth onto people, both past and present, this has never applied to animals - or maybe but not in a traditional sense. Robin's second kill was actually a dog, and it's the only one he actually regrets from that time; not the people he knew growing up, not the children, not the elderly, just the dog. It's easy to forget that until the Entity took him after death, Robin did not have any history of being violent or showing those tendencies. Quite the opposite, he was a very kind person who found peace and comfort in the woodland he lived in and with the animals that inhabited the space - they were the only things that didn't seem to judge him.

Have they ever had a pet? ━ While not officially mentioned having any, Robin grew up tending to his Father's land and helping his Mother milk cows and gather eggs. While I don't think he had any special attachment to the animals being bred for meat, I can still see him being very friendly to any labor animals, and I don't doubt they had barn cats and maybe an old hunting dog that had to be put down. I think introducing him back into the love of animals would be a big step for him, and would return him to some sense of peace.

What made them feel this way towards animals? ━ Briefly mentioned above, but Robin's entire life has been under scrutiny from everyone he's ever met; he had to be a good child, a good man, to show grace while being told you're born evil for a job that supposedly helps others and ostracized is a very hard thing to do. When Abel passed, Robin was forced back into his childhood home, and had to restore it himself. He grew accustomed to the animals, they grew accustomed to him - and he began to appreciate their presence and even prompt them with seeds, salt licks, etc. Animals were always kind to him, they were the purest of God's creations, and their gentle handling of him was, probably, the only time he'd ever felt genuine freedom - and was allowed to be himself. He was happier around them than people.

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What if they kissed? (for Haruko, maybe in that context of them travelling together and stressing each other out)

✧ ━━ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃? 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙶𝚄𝙴 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴

To say that the Vastayan was out of place would be an understatement so profound that it hardly did justice to the messy party around him. He had never once stepped foot outside of Ionia, and now, here he was, tangled within the raucous festivities of a Bel'zun noble family and mazed through opulent halls scattered with more jewels and gold than he'd seen in his centuries of life. Journeying to the land of the Sun Disc was fraught with challenges, and the duo's quest required far more than just coin—it demanded connections, and those connections needed, well, extra work Haruko was not particularly happy to participate in. He was impatient. Sivir had been handling a majority of the conversations, another thing Haru was not exactly pleased about, but he had little choice given his own lack of experience with the language.

Regardless of his understanding of what was being said, he could tell that the current speech had just ended - and plenty of people were clapping, kissing, hugging and all of that. This was a family event, after all, everyone smelled the same; and he knew that showing his usual indifference would make them stick out. The Lhotlan's crest ruffled in mild annoyance. With a deep breath, he leaned down, closing the distance between him and Sivir, and pressed his lips against hers.

The kiss lingered just long enough to draw the attention of those nearby, but not so much to become awkward. Pulling away, he clicked his tongue in a gesture of mock exasperation as his feathers settled back atop his pearlescent hair, disguising any hint of discomfort. He came closer, his voice a whisper in her ear:

"This celebration is shit, are all Shuriman ceremonies so … bland?"

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so about that R ...

Spoken by Robin, probably

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— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

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if you ever feel stupid or weak or powerless, just remember that I, am not. And I am out there, very dangerous and I am looking for you. Good luck

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Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “All Day Long There Is a Bursting”

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CALL FOR ACTIVE/SEMI-ACTIVE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS ROLEPLAYERS!

If you roleplay primarily within the League of Legends universe (LoL/adjacent character and OCs), please REBLOG THIS POST!

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