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@anomallis
A study of VIKTOR from LEAGUE OF LEGENDS | ARCANE . Semi - Selective , RP / ASK blog Lore will be a mixture of both mediums respectively , but primarily will interact via ARCANE. 18+ Personals + Minors DNI. Spoilers and TWs will be tagged accordingly. Please proceed with caution. Blog may contain : Violence , Sensitive Topics , and NSFT. themes.
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✧ ━━ @anomallis continued from x
"Mm ... You should know that any time apart is too long ~ " Haruko huffs against Viktor's neck, but his sighing falls into contented, warbling coos as they huddle closer. The Vastayan inhales the sweet, ozone scent of his lover's magic, and his keening notes dissolve further into a gentle hum. He quiets down, clearly pleased. Haruko’s eyes flutter open and drift to his love's; once they connect, the cornflowers of his own irises swirl in lucid, pale-blue bursts of affection. There is a slow tilt of his head, tracing the curve of his nose along the Herald's own, and eventually, he presses a teasing kiss onto one of his moles.
"Good — " Haru's coaxing purr glides along the shell of Viktor's ear like silk, "I intend for us to have one another throughout the entire evening and into the dawn." He dips his head down to brush savage canines down the colum of his Herald's throat; but the eventual bite is featherlight, "You are tired today ... " Clawed fingers explore the lines of Viktor’s neck, tracing the valleys and hills of his collarbone, skimming over the planes of his shoulder blades, simply mapping the familiar landscape of his body.
"They work you too much."
He cant help but find comfort in the other embrace as he slowly and steadily leans into his frame. Eyes studying and watching the vastayans languid movements that trail his body and follow each curve. There is a beauty he finds in how graceful each movement is, like a slow dance only for the herald to witness - purposeful and meticulous. Metallic digits play with white locks as he brings up the strands to his lips. Inhaling the scent as they press against their cool surface - floral wafts of perfume dance in his nostrils as eyes close. Finding peace in their brief moment of silence and solitude they were sharing as he exhales. Releasing pent up stress of the day that had hung itself over his over exerted body.
“ It is not their fault I choose to help them - they seek my guidance, it is hard for them to break out of habit. I hope, however, they will continue to strive without my help. The goal is self sufficiency - but perhaps I am thinking far too ahead. My constant supervision defeats the purpose .” His brow furrows in thought as he mulls over the idea, eyes opening to meet the others. “ - This is simply the trial period of what I strive to be the final outlook of my work. I’m hoping these small trials will help with the betterment of the commune in the long run .”
He shifts, stress melting from his features as he shakes his head. Pale locks fall over his shoulders - caught his own thoughts again, perhaps Haruko was correct with his observation. He worried too much about something that was now out of his control. This was all he could do for the time being - that being said, a break was well needed. Viktor couldn’t remember the last time he was given a moments rest from his followers.
“ What have you been doing in my absence? Hopefully not causing trouble .”
The Vastayan had been seemingly impatient all afternoon, watching with folded arms, a pout, and the occasional wayward sigh. Once the last of the followers filtered out from their healing, Haruko crawled up behind Viktor to place two plush kisses on his pulse point — “I want you all to myself, no more visitors.”
Viktor cannot help but rear back a little, shoulders tensing for only the briefest of moments before melting into the Vastayans' touch. A smile graces his sharp features as his head tilts towards the kisses and the soft, fluffy hair that curls around his beloved's face. His eyes close, an exhale escaping his nostrils as he chuckles — the noise light and melodic from the ethereal reverbs of his arcane-infused core.
" I promise, no more interruptions ." A metallic hand rising to brush its digits against the silken fabrics that wrapped the frame pressed against his. " I have said my peace for the day; the commune is able to survive by itself for the rest of the evening without my say. I apologize if they kept me from you for too long, miláčik ."
regularly scheduled napping . 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓 had his arms , scorched with recent bandaged burns , anchored around viktor . hairy chin bridging across the slender gap of the man’s shoulder with ears tilting an obtuse angle . he snored softly , his warm flesh a sizzling contrast from cold metal & deep fissure ‘ skin ‘ . 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓 doesn’t move , seemingly content with his position . crimson hairs delicately playing against tawny scars kissing the width of his face , nose wrinkling back as his maw , too , retracts to yawn . tiny arrays of sharp teeth extend the limits of pink fleshy tissue . ❝ mn … still workin’ on th’ book ? ❞ ( slurred words )
It wasn’t often Viktor had found himself commonly in the company of someone so willing to invade his personal space . At least , not ever since he had left Zaun to study in Ionia . But the large half-vastayan who was splayed across his back as he hunched over his desk was a welcomed intrusion . His hand coming up to give the other a gentle scratch around the side of his head , playing with red locks of hair as he lets out a sigh — content with this ideal situation he was subjugated to.
“ You mean my studies? Yes, in fact I have just finished this page of the flowers that grow outside. I’m sure you’ve seen them plenty times — I shouldn’t rant to you about the animals they attract. Although I did find a butterfly that I adore seeing. I wish the people of Zaun were blessed to see such beauty as much as I have in the minuscule time I have been here.”
His hands trail down the page of his journal, fingers playing with the texture as he mulls over the idea of perhaps bringing pieces of the outside world down to Zaun for them to enjoy. Although, the idea of sealing them in such hostile environments may prove much more difficult than he would like to admit. He himself could possibly figure out the solution – but the idea that anyone would be able to maintain such pure beauty without his guidance was hardly a rational thought.
“ I hope I am able to make something of these notes in the future , I would hate to see such ideas wither away with time . Especially if these studies could improve the quality of life for those who are unfortunate enough to live in the heavily poluted areas of Zaun itself. It could be a possible breakthrough .”
[ Im sorry! ive been super busy with work ! ]
drops them in a gothic horror au
my contribution to this trend🙇
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[ HH WHUH... WEHHH . . . ]
[ Thank u very much waaah , ur great too!! I'm gonna cry!!!! URGRRGRHGRH.. kiss kiss mwah mwah ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ]
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Hunch
“ If memory serves me correct – today is my birthday .”
“ – Congratulations to me for orbiting an entire year , and somehow ending up in a hole at the bottom of Zaun . But – I survived, that’s good . Perhaps this year will be kinder to my existence and finally release me .”
“ The last part was a joke .”
evolution has a destination not to combat nature but to supersede it
2.02 Watch It All Burn
" hey… hello there, sleeping beauty. you gave me a bit of a scare yesterday. how are you feeling? " - Haruko
First he hears the soft voice, then the hand touching at his cheekbone. His head rolls to the side, pulling away from the touch as he struggled to regain his senses. A ringing in his ear rattling his brain as it eventually faded as his eyes opened to dim lighting. His body laying across the lap of the vastayan – the colorful plumage of Harukos wrapping around his rather thin form as he winced in pain. The throbbing in his head refusing to cease as a groan leaves his lips. Followed by the creaking on his bones as he rolls himself to the side to better position himself comfortbly, against the mix of the birds calves and the hard floor on his rather ‘boney’ hips.
“ – light .” he says softly, throat dry and his hand reaches up to wipe his eye. Trying to clear the blurry foggy feeling of his brain. Was – did he sleep ? Was that what slumber felt like now to him – A painfully close recollection of death?
“ How long ?”
[ turned off my ask box in case things got weird while I’m afk for the holidays ! ]
[ reopened (: ]
