𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥.

  𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒆𝒏𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏 ?  

[azakanae]

. i have one draft & one ask i want to write out before i move yone back to @multimoose. i’m just trying to stay organized and i don’t have as much time to blog - hop anymore so he’ll be there as a primary !! i’m making a new doc so he won’t be in there for a little bit, but will hopefully be soon.

[azakanae]

. i have one draft & one ask i want to write out before i move yone back to @multimoose. i'm just trying to stay organized and i don't have as much time to blog - hop anymore so he'll be there as a primary !! i'm making a new doc so he won't be in there for a little bit, but will hopefully be soon.

[azakanae]

                        Yone     breathes     in.

                        The     taste     of     the     air     around     him     is     that     of     nothing     at     all     :     no     inkling     of     recent     rain,     no     hint     of     metal     from     the     worn     dirt     beneath     his     boots.     There     remains     no     indication     in     the     wind     of     what     awaits     him.

                         His     lungs     creak     as     they     move,     unused     to     the     action     :     &     it     is     then     that     Yone     realizes     he     does     not     feel     the     urge     of     breath     at     all.     It     is     merely     a     habit     leftover     from     his     days     of     living.

. yone maintains the ability to perform bodily functions similar to a normal human, however in his afterlife, a cross between a spirit & a man undead, he doesn’t need these in order to thrive. yone can breathe, if he needs to appear normal, or if it occurs out of habit ( he catches himself often, breathing though he has no need to ). but there is no longing for breath in his lungs, no need to convert oxygen. he cannot taste. this much is made clear in his in - game interactions : he wishes desperately that he could, & while he could eat if he wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to taste what he consumes. there is no point in doing so, anyways : nothing offers him any nutrition, & it isn’t needed.

he also has no need for sleep. by the contrary, he is plagued by violent nightmares ( courtesy of his demon bff ), & prefers not to sleep at all. it is counterproductive & painful for him.

there are some basic senses & functions that yone does maintain. he can hear to a normal degree, & his sense of smell, if anything, is heightened by his lack of taste & other perception. his vision is keen, & often sees more than the average human because of his connection to the spirit realm. he notices things that most people would not perceive. 

yone’s sense of touch is intact & relatively normal, however, it is slightly dulled. much of his body is scarred with burns due to his time in the spirit realm along his azakana, & these parts of his body in particular suffer nerve damage. he can feel less pain & sensitivity to pressure here, & is less perceptive to heat or cold. the rest of the body, spared from burns is more resilient than the average human body when it comes to pain & temperature, but he can feel much more in these areas ( namely his face, neck, shoulders, chest & back ).

nsfw mentions under the cut.

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[anotherdamnrpmemeblog]

things that are hard to hear.

**possible triggers - abuse / death / suicidal implications change pronouns as needed for things you’d WANT to hear, click here!!

❝ i don’t want you in my life anymore. ❞

❝ i don’t want to have a relationship with you. ❞

❝ she’s not coming home. ❞

❝ that wasn’t meant for you. ❞

❝ i don’t love you, okay? i never did. i never will. ❞

❝ you’re wasting my time. ❞

❝ you’re wasting your time. ❞

❝ you’re not listening to me! ❞

❝ i feel like i can’t tell you anything. ❞

❝ you’re too late. ❞

❝ you don’t give yourself enough credit. ❞

❝ you don’t give me enough credit. ❞

❝ it’s time for things to change. ❞

❝ you failed me. ❞

❝ fuck you. ❞

❝ i can see right through you. ❞

❝ things are getting bad again. ❞

❝ are things getting bad again? ❞

❝ move on. ❞

❝ that’s on you. that’s your fault. ❞

❝ you’re holding on to things that are holding you back. ❞

❝ you haven’t changed. ❞

❝ i’m not changing my mind. ❞

❝ i’m dying. ❞

❝ you’re good – but you’re not as good as you could be. ❞

❝ it’s always about you. ❞

❝ nobody cares about your problems. ❞

❝ i don’t trust you. ❞

❝ you’re being taken advantage of! ❞

❝ i feel like you’re taking advantage of me. ❞

❝ did you hear what she said about you? ❞

❝ life isn’t fair. suck it up. ❞

❝ i didn’t mean i liked you that way– ❞

❝ maybe it’s better this way. ❞

❝ i wish i’d never met you. ❞

❝ you ruin my happiness. ❞

❝ i think we should see other people. ❞

❝ i’m not ready to settle down. ❞

❝ i want to love someone like you love me. ❞

❝ you can do anything you set your mind to, but you won’t. ❞

❝ stop crying. ❞

❝ don’t come back. ❞

❝ i’m not coming back. ❞

❝ i don’t care enough about you to hate you. ❞

❝ i feel like you’re dragging me down with you. ❞

❝ why don’t you smile anymore? ❞

❝ something happened today. ❞

❝ i don’t want to do this anymore. ❞

❝ stop letting it get to you. ❞

❝ i’m sorry. ❞

❝ i’m not sorry. ❞

❝ you’re not sorry. ❞

[kyonniee]

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒

[azakanae]

𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆     .     .     .     𝒂𝒉𝒓𝒊.

HONEYSUCKLE WHOLLY COATS FEATURES OF MARBLE & GOLD whilst pale roses bloom across softened cheeks   /   There are dimples there, valleys of flesh woven by the curling of lips into a dulcet yet deeply MELANCHOLIC simper. The she-fox is well aware of the strict laws of the spirits realm that govern over the volatile balance between shadow and light and she is well aware that she ought not to waste precious tears over the grievous fate of an elusive soul… And yet, as his crestfallen words fall ‘pon her wiggling ears, she is certain that HER HEART BEGINS TO BLEED   ───   Shattered crystals are these droplets of blood and as such, they easily cut through flesh and bone  (  HE IS A SCAR THAT HAS YET TO HEAL, a memento of her failure as a guardian  )  . 

Despite the bitterness pooling against the back of her clenched throat, Ahri does not allow such feelings to blemish her mirthful exterior. She leans forward, tentatively places both hands around his wrist and she continues to smile.   ❝  You should never forget that it does not matter what path you choose, you can always find me. All you must do is look carefully, not with your eyes but with your soul… AND I WILL COME, to guide you home.  ❞  

                        𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒     𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍     𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇     𝐓𝐇𝐄     gaze     of     a     she     -     fox,     the     tension     that     Yone     keeps     guarded     in     his     muscles     &     bones     fading     briefly     alongside     her     gentleness.     Yone     knows     better     than     to     trust     any     SPIRIT,     &     yet     at     the     same     time,     he     can’t     help     but     feel     warmer     in     her     presence,     guided     by     her     light     &     softness.     He     knows     that     at     one     time,     safety     &     bliss     had     been     only     a     few     steps     away,     had     he     followed     her     .     .     .     now,     he     feels     so     foolish     for     ignoring     the     path     she’d     laid.     His     dormant     heart     aches     with     wishes     for     what     could     have     been,     a     longing     for     final     peace     &     justice     for     himself.     It     seems     he     will     never     quite     reach     it.     He     is     cursed     to     live     FOREVER.

                         His     lips     twist     into     a     grimace,     filled     with     pain     &     regret.     &     yet     as     Ahri     touches     him,     the     hunter’s     eyes     drift     closed,     dreamily     grateful     for     an     ounce     of     affection     amidst     an     endless     night.     A     needless     breath     stutters     in     his     chest,     &     it     looks     for     a     moment     that     his     resolve     might     break     :     but     it     doesn’t,     &     Yone’s     bright     eyes     open     to     meet     Ahri’s     own,     through     the     carmine     confines     of     a     caging     mask.                         ❛    𝑰     𝒂𝒎     𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅     𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕     𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆     𝒊𝒔     𝒏𝒐     𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆     𝒇𝒐𝒓     𝒎𝒆,     𝒏𝒐𝒕     𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.     ❜                         A     pause,     the     anxious     flicker     of     glowing     hues.                         ❛     𝑰     𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅     𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆     𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅     𝒚𝒐𝒖     .     .     .     ❜

[azakanae]

so. Yone kills aliens in his modern au now

[azakanae]

. me: yone doesn't get horny

yone: i'm horny

[vaememes]

  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

[senjo]

[azakanae]

@hamartio​ said   :     / —t h i s one, we don't want. / yorick ignores the noxious tone of the maiden, hollow gaze settling upon the other."i wonder if your condition is a blessing or a curse," he'd wager a curse, but to be spared by the mist is in itself a small blessing. "perhaps a little bit of both."

                        𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍     𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄     𝐎𝐅     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑     lift     to     meet     with     one     who     is     much     alike     him     (     or     so,     he     senses     deep     inside     his     gut     :     in     his     mind,     Yone     cannot     be     certain     what     Yorick     IS     ).     The     swirl     of     death     &     decay     around     him     captures     paled     attention,     &     Yone’s     hands     rest     habitually     over     the     hilts     of     twin     swords,     not     feeling     so     threatened,     but     not     yet     at     ease,     either.

                         ❛    𝑰     𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅     𝒏𝒐𝒕     𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉     𝒊𝒕     𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏     𝒎𝒚     𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒕     𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒚.     ❜                         His     voice     is     low     &     honest,     rough     with     lack     of     use     &     tinged     with     bitterness     at     the     edges.     He     never     asked     to     be     brought     back.     On     the     contrary,     when     Yone     had     seen     the     opportunity     of     a     final     peace,     his     chest     had     swelled     with     gratitude     &     relief.     Perhaps,     it     would’ve     been     the     one     last     gift     his     foolish     brother     could     have     given     him.     But     instead     of     being     touched     by     the     sweet     kiss     of     the     afterlife,     Yone     had     been     seized     by     the     arms     of     Hell     itself     —     skin     boiled     by     the     bite     of     a     demon     &     its     mask     seated     upon     his     countenance     with     little     consideration     for     the     man     beneath.

                         BLAZING     EYES     maintain     contact     with     Yorick’s     own,     curiosity     bleeding     out     of     deceased     pores     into     the     tainted     air     around     them.     Yone     supposes     he     should     be     offended     that     death     itself     doesn’t     want     to     take     him.     But     he     has     felt     rejection     for     so     long     now     that     it     almost     feels     like     an     old     friend.                         ❛    𝑩𝒖𝒕     𝑰     𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆     𝒚𝒐𝒖     𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚     𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘     𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕.     ❜

[azakanae]

                        Yone     breathes     in.

                        The     taste     of     the     air     around     him     is     that     of     nothing     at     all     :     no     inkling     of     recent     rain,     no     hint     of     metal     from     the     worn     dirt     beneath     his     boots.     There     remains     no     indication     in     the     wind     of     what     awaits     him.

                         His     lungs     creak     as     they     move,     unused     to     the     action     :     &     it     is     then     that     Yone     realizes     he     does     not     feel     the     urge     of     breath     at     all.     It     is     merely     a     habit     leftover     from     his     days     of     living.

. yone maintains the ability to perform bodily functions similar to a normal human, however in his afterlife, a cross between a spirit & a man undead, he doesn’t need these in order to thrive. yone can breathe, if he needs to appear normal, or if it occurs out of habit ( he catches himself often, breathing though he has no need to ). but there is no longing for breath in his lungs, no need to convert oxygen. he cannot taste. this much is made clear in his in - game interactions : he wishes desperately that he could, & while he could eat if he wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to taste what he consumes. there is no point in doing so, anyways : nothing offers him any nutrition, & it isn’t needed.

he also has no need for sleep. by the contrary, he is plagued by violent nightmares ( courtesy of his demon bff ), & prefers not to sleep at all. it is counterproductive & painful for him.

there are some basic senses & functions that yone does maintain. he can hear to a normal degree, & his sense of smell, if anything, is heightened by his lack of taste & other perception. his vision is keen, & often sees more than the average human because of his connection to the spirit realm. he notices things that most people would not perceive. 

yone’s sense of touch is intact & relatively normal, however, it is slightly dulled. much of his body is scarred with burns due to his time in the spirit realm along his azakana, & these parts of his body in particular suffer nerve damage. he can feel less pain & sensitivity to pressure here, & is less perceptive to heat or cold. the rest of the body, spared from burns is more resilient than the average human body when it comes to pain & temperature, but he can feel much more in these areas ( namely his face, neck, shoulders, chest & back ).

nsfw mentions under the cut.

yone can have sex. of course he can. but his sex drive, at this stage, is incredibly low. he doesn’t really get turned on ‘naturally’ by anything unless he is actively trying to, & honestly, it’s not something he thinks about anymore. you could say his ‘need’ for it is really low too. unless he was actively seeing someone he wouldn’t ever even think about it ( maybe sometimes, because he’s bitter that he can’t do normal people things anymore. but he wouldn’t act on it ). he can still feel pleasure at almost the same level as when he was alive, but it might take him a little bit of extra effort to get there. he responds well to both a rougher touch & a very gentle one. but you can’t just go in there without a lot of foreplay, basically, because he’s going to look like this:        :/

[azakanae]

@vuikusen​ said  :    [ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair.

                             𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄     𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐒     𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘     𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋,     save     for     the     habitual     rise     &     fall     of     his     cobweb     -     filled     chest     &     the     slow,     relaxed     blink     of     unnaturally     -     vibrant     eyes.     There     are     very     few     in     the     mortal     realm     who     Yone     TRUSTS     (     even     fewer     in     the     spirit     realm,     truthfully     ),     but     Ahri     is     a     sole     exception.     Once     upon     a     time,     she     had     tried     to     help     him     :     &     while     perhaps,     in     that     moment,     he’d     been     too     weak     to     follow     her     into     the     light,     he     hadn’t     forgotten     about     that     day     since.

                         Her     fingertips     work     through     his     hair     with     a     practiced     ease     &     quickness,     &     the     swordsman     finds     himself     suspended     in     momentary     peace     as     he     feels     the     dance     of     her     nails     across     his     scalp,     surprisingly     soothing.     He     hums,     the     sound     low     &     rough     with     a     voice     unused,     &     allows     his     eyes     to     close.     It     has     been     an     extremely     long     time     since     anyone     has     touched     his     hair.     The     last     person     was     his     mother.                              ❛    𝑫𝒐     𝒚𝒐𝒖     𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏     𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒑     𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒔     𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉     𝒕𝒉𝒆     𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆     𝒐𝒇     𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓     𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆     ?     ❜                         His     voice     is     teasing,     an     idle     attempt     at     conversation     (     yet     still     a     feat     for     one     so     consumed     by     guilt     &     anguish     ).                         ❛    𝑰     𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌     𝒊𝒕     𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅     𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌     𝒇𝒐𝒓     𝒚𝒐𝒖.     𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒗𝒆     𝒈𝒐𝒕     𝒎𝒆.     ❜

[sigillums]

“Ah, my brother… When we were children, we were inseparable. I remember spending our days by the riverbank, catching fireflies as the sun set. He wrote beautiful poetry. Sometimes he would read them, and I would play the flute.”

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  THE APPROACH HAD AWAKENED SOMETHING DEEP INSIDE HIM. Not a sentiment of his own, however, but rather, his perpetual companion’s. A demon has no soul; no emotions and thus it exists with a ravenous hunger for those of others. As such, although the creature held no fear, it was unsettled by that strange presence in a special way. Spirits did not usually yield such reactions from it. Jericho’s gaze traversed over the shadows enveloping the other’s form, glistening with intrigue.

 Stating the obvious, the spirit retorts in an ominous tone. Jericho’s lips draw into a slant, if only for a moment. The bird on his shoulder scrapes its dark beak against iron clad shoulders, the noise joining in the cacophony of its flock. Swain does not seem the least bit bothered by it, but perhaps it was because the spirit’s words managed to hush him, painting a thoughtful expression upon his hardened features.

❛ Sacrifices must be made. For the greater good. ❜ His factual tone was void of emotion, conveying some instantaneous detachment once the topic was breached. Surely Swain was a man of great resolve, but a man nonetheless. To accept your fate does not come lightly. He held little regret, but omens still weighed heavy on his soul. As he continued, however, his tone lightened. ❛ Your concern is very much appreciated, but, I am certain I will relish living my final years in pursuit of an ideal. ❜ Chin held high, he unsheathed a gloved hand from the depths of his coat to gesture over the balcony beside them. A busy capital awaited beneath.

❛ For some of us, purpose does not lie in the face of one person, but several. Every day I rule, Noxus becomes all the more an expression of my will. And when I am gone, be it in tears of bliss or suffering, my Legacy will live on. Tell me, spirit, what more could a man ask for? ❜ Albeit innately sardonic, the Grand General’s voice hid a sprinkle of genuine curiosity. He was not one to underestimate anyone’s wisdom, however they may have acquired it. If there was one thing the army had taught him, it was to stay open minded. A new solution, a different perspective could all be molded to one’s advantage.

  His ravens, however, were not as fond of the warrior’s presence, instead cawing incessantly at him and flapping their wings as if to shoo an intruder.

[azakanae]

                        𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄     𝐈𝐒     𝐀     𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏     𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆     within     Yone’s     dormant     chest,     a     heart     that     does     not     still     beat     but     that     can     recognize     a     fellowship     when     he     sees     one.     &     while     this     meeting     may     not     be     so     much     of     a     benevolent,     friendly     one,     something     inside     of     the     swordsman     still     strains     to     know     more     of     SWAIN     :     the     only     other     he’s     met     thus     far     with     the     taint     of     a     DEMON     worn     upon     his     body.     While     Yone     had     come     by     the     Azakana’s     mask     by     a     miserable     accident,     the     skill     of     his     blades     &     the     relentlessness     of     the     demon     itself,     the     Grand     General     had     sought     out     his     monster     with     deliberation     .     .     .     &     Yone     struggles     deeply     to     understand.     He     has     always     known     the     Noxians     to     be     power     -     hungry     to     a     fault,     but     this     self     -     mutilation     .     .     .

                              Suddenly,     the     mask     upon     a     scarred     face     feels     heavier     than     usual.     It     seems     that     however     long     he     has     been     gone,     Yone     will     return     to     the     same     foolish     world,     grapple     with     the     same     deluded     grandeur     of     self     -     made     men     &     wish     death     upon     the     very     SAME     NATIONS     that     had     taken     so     much     from     him     in     the     FIRST     PLACE.     His     lips     thin     into     a     line     &     he     makes     a     low     sound     of     irritated     acknowledgement     as     bright     eyes     peer     over     the     horizon     of     Noxus     below     the     balcony     where     they’ve     met.     In     the     background     of     his     thoughts,     Swain     seems     to     try     to     convince     him     that     his     way     of     life     is     correct.     Or     perhaps,     he     is     trying     to     convince     himself     that     he     has     chosen     the     right     path.     Yone     doubts     that     is     true.     Any     man     who     has     entangled     himself     with     a     demon     on     purpose     is     obviously     deranged.     He     would     know     better     than     anyone.

                         ❛    𝑨     𝒎𝒂𝒏     𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅     𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕     𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆.     ❜                         Yone     argues,     eyes     turning     back     towards     the     Noxian,     eerily     calm     despite     the     abrupt     &     irritated     cut     of     his     voice.     Bandages     flow     almost     -     delicately     from     his     arms     despite     the     lack     of     breeze     in     the     room,     &     in     places,     reveal     the     burnt     extent     of     flesh     beneath.     He     meets     Swain’s     eyes     with     a     steady     gaze.     Peace     :     what     a     fairy     -     tale.     It     is     all     he     has     ever     wanted,     &     yet     the     greatest     lie     that     he     has     ever     known.     There     isn’t     such     a     thing,     &     his     belief     shows     through     a     dry     huff     of     callous     laughter     when     Yone     speaks     again.                         ❛    𝑩𝒖𝒕     𝑰     𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆,     𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕     𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅     𝒂     𝑵𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒂𝒏     𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘     𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕     𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉     𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔     ?     ❜

[azakanae]

. tbh i don’t feel good at all today so i’m gonna vanish for a bit. might be on tomorrow night but iunno :shrug:

[azakanae]

𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓     .     .     .     𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒏.

                        𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐌     𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓     𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐒     𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌     together     is     one     that     Yone     had     been     unable     to     ignore     in     life,     &     is     now     unable     to     ignore     in     death.     The     press     of     Shen’s     skin     &     the     sound     of     his     breath     is     enough     to     pull     goosebumps     up     the     ridges     of     Yone’s     spine,     send     a     shiver     down     to     his     fingertips     &     urge     on     the     press     of     their     chests     together.     It     is     soft     &     slow,     passionate     in     the     way     that     they     hold     each     other     close     :     so     unlike     many     of     the     sharp     &     rigid     pieces     of     Yone’s     life.     His     hand     lifts     to     cradle     the     back     of     Shen’s     neck,     gentle     as     he     pulls     away     to     meet     his     gaze     for     an     instant.     The     bright,     fogginess     of     his     gaze     knocks     the     air     out     of     Yone’s     lungs,     &     he     can     barely     last     a     second     longer     before     he     presses     their     lips     together,     fevered     &     breathless     with     want.

                         The     low     groan     of     response     that     comes     from     Shen’s     chest     has     Yone     laugh     lowly     again,     his     thumb     sweeping     affectionately     over     his     chin     for     a     moment     before     his     touch     slips     slowly     down     his     chest.     He     doesn’t     rush     him     :     it     is     with     an     everlasting     patience     that     Yone     kisses     Shen’s     wordlessness     away,     with     gentle     touches     that     he     eases     the     nervousness     out     of     his     body.     Shen’s     hands     reach     for     him,     reel     him     in     even     closer,     &     Yone     sighs     in     contentment,     weight     settling     comfortably     into     his     lap     with     a     graced     ease.     His     breath     is     audible     in     the     dim     light     of     the     room,     eyes     lidded     crescents     beneath     the     shadow     of     his     mask.                         ❛    𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒏     .     .     .     ❜                         He     breathes,     touch     lingering     along     his     shoulder     &     the     waistband     of     his     pants.     He     has     never     wanted     someone     as     much     as     this,     &     as     Shen’s     hand     crawls     up     the     curve     of     his     spine,     Yone     grinds     his     weight     down     into     him     with     the     slow     roll     of     his     hips     &     a     faint     gasp     into     the     dark.

                         Yone     can     barely     pull     himself     away     from     their     kiss     for     long     enough     to     speak,     the     heat     settling     between     them     growing     more     fervent.     Between     pecks     of     his     lips     his     voice     comes,     low     &     rough     in     lust.                         ❛    𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒌     𝒕𝒐     𝒎𝒆     .     .     .     ❜                         It’s     less     of     a     demand     for     his     voice     &     more     of     a     question     :                         Is     this     okay     ?                         For     however     tight     &     desperate     the     feeling     in     his     stomach     grows,     Yone     would     not     push     him     too     far.     That’s     the     last     thing     he     wants.

                         Still,     his     lips     linger     against     Shen’s     jaw,     slow     &     fond     in     their     path,     just     as     his     fingertips     are     when     they     dip     beneath     the     last     vestiges     of     silk     that     he     wears.     It’s     with     a     new     hint     of     impatience     that     his     hand     closes     around     him     again     :     touch     knowing     &     slow     in     his     strokes,     eyes     flickering     up     to     meet     the     blown     amber     of     his     gaze.