night embrace you

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officially archived !!

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@twinbreaths  ☽  continued  from  here.

             𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔  𝒂𝒓𝒆  𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅  𝒊𝒏  𝒂  𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕  𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆,  𝒂  𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒕  𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆  𝒐𝒇  𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒆  𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔.  there's  a  moment  of  hesitation  in  alune's  doings,  she  searches  for  her  brother's  true  reaction  ⸻  the  huff  of  laughter,  the  curl  of  his  lips  is  enough  for  her  to  discard  the  tone  in  which  he  communicated.

alune  takes  the  glimmer  in  his  eyes  as  invitation,  and  so  she  takes  off,  bare  feet  slipping  on  dew - coated  grass.  ❝  catch  me  if  you  can!  ❞

some  stars  spill  from  her  grasp,  drip  onto  earth;  a  confuzed  buzz  of  fireflies  enuses  as  silvery  drops  turn  into  luminescent  insects.  glimmering  trail  leads  to  a  joyfully  laughing  spirit,  the moon  blessing  it  with  a  shining  halo  of  light.

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call it brotherly intuition - but when alune dashes off with her spoils, he's not entirely surprised, only shaking his head fondly before he starts to give chase.

the sight of stars falling and scattering into tiny, glittering fireflies, paired with the sounds of his counterpart's soft, echoing laughter - it's scenes like these, where the mystical bleeds into the natural world, that mortals craft their stories after, to be passed down generations and turned into legend.

but this is no mere mortal bedtime story - his sister's joy is an almost palpable thing, filling him with a gentle warmth far superior to that of the sun’s harsh rays; it’s why he lets her slip away from him multiple times, fingers always seeming to just barely graze the edge of her fluttering dress.

careful, sister, he begins, hand retracting again after yet another unsuccessful attempt – but instead of frustration, it’s amusement that coats his words, and a smirk, though faint, that he wears across his face, i almost caught you that time.  

and when i do, you'll owe me a few extra stars.

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alune is now moved to @seeksmoon !! it's a sideblog to @seekslight :)

[espelharr]

@seeksmoon would like to boop kayn ...

he should swat at her hand , right? maybe run away? hide? before Phel finds him around her and beats him up. yet , he is simply staring at the shorter girl , blinking eyes for a few moments before lips purse and hes just standing there awkwardly and almost shyly.

❛ who put you up to it? whose ass am i gonna kick for making you touch me? ❜ who would willing do that anyway?

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@withinchains  ☽  kayn

           𝒊𝒕'𝒔  𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉  𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚  𝒂𝒏𝒅  𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓  𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎  𝒌𝒂𝒚𝒏  𝒕𝒐  𝒏𝒐𝒕  𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒌  𝒂𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒆'𝒔  𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅  𝒇𝒐𝒓  𝒂  𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆  𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒚  𝒐𝒇  𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔,  𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆  𝒐𝒇  𝒉𝒆'𝒔  𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚  𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆  𝒐𝒇  𝒂𝒏𝒅  𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆  𝒉𝒆'𝒔  𝒏𝒐𝒕.  perchance,  she  would  get  hurt  ;  not  by  the  impact,  of  course,  but  by  being  pushed  away  by  someone  she  holds  dear  to  her  heart,  even  if  the  subject  of  these  feelings  is  unaware  completely.

           nothing  bad  happens  per  se.  just  the  words  falling  out  of  kayn's  mouth  plant  the  seeds  of  worry  in  alune's  heart  ;  in  time,  they'll  either  grow  until  her  heart  can't  take  it  anymore  and  she'll  send  the  boy  to  therapy  or  she'll  poison  herself  with  being  unable  to  help  the  rapper.

           the  moon's  priestess  opts  for  an  innocent  tilt  of  her  head,  doe - eyes  blink  twice,  eyelashes  flutter.

           ❝  making  me  touch  you?  ❞  she  repeats,  knowing  well  it's  insecurities  &&.  self  hatred  that  pushes  kayn  to  say  such  things,  yet  playing  it  dumb.  he  doesn't  need  to  know  that  alune's  more  than  aware  of  how  he  feels  about  himself.  ❝  no  one  did.  should  i  refrain  from  doing  so  in  the  future?  is  that  something  you  do  not  like?  ❞

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"We're just kids. We aren't supposed to be heroes." ( from Phel. hihi. )

@kazekamis  ☽ aphelios

           𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒔  𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒔  𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇  𝒂  𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆,  𝒐𝒏𝒆  𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔  𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚  𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆,  𝒃𝒖𝒕  𝒘𝒉𝒐  𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆  𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅  𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆  𝒊𝒇  𝒏𝒐𝒕  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇  𝒐𝒇  𝒂𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒆'𝒔  𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍?  the  marksman  is  dangerously  balancing  on  a  thin  line  between  duty  &&.  loyalty  and  understanding  &&.  empathy.

❝  and  yet  we  are.  ❞

there's  something  harsh  in  the  familiar's  voice;  something  just  shy  of  venomous.  to  say  such  thing  is  like  opposing  first  star's  choice  when  she  called  the  twins  and  they  willingly  answered,  changing  their  fate  forever.

is  aphelios  having  doubts  about  righteousness  of  their  service  as  guardians?

❝  do  not  ever  say  such  thing  again,  dear  brother.  she's  listening.  ❞

a  warning  ⸻  mixed  with  the  concern  of  what  would  happen  if  he  disobeyed,  if  he  doubted  even  for  a  split  second.

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@fcrgiven ; @assassincraft ☽

❝  yasuo,  we're  adopting  a  child.  this  time  it's  not  a  cat!  look,  it's  a  human boy!  ❞

[silencedbeats-moved]

SHUSH--he's hate-watching twilight.

let him live.

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@silencedbeats ☽

she forced him. she's giggling and kicking her feet everytime edward appears on screen.

❝  phella!  where  the  hell  have  you  been,  loca?  ❞

making  popcorn  took  him  0.5  seconds  longer  than  usual...

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headcanons  ☽  heartsteel  ⸻  modern  verse

hear  me  out.  𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔  𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕.  alune  will  settle  for  nothing  less  than  that  (unless  it  comes  to  yasuo...).  aphelios  is  always  there  for  her,  wrapped  tightly  around  her  pinky  finger  —  she  says  jump  and  he  follows  her  order  without  asking  how  high,  because  he  already  knows.

she's  hungry?  phel's  already  cooking  her  favorite  food.  tired?  this  man  will  carry  her  to  his  bed,  wrap  her  in  the  softest  of  blankets  like  a  burrito  and  read  her  a  bedtime  story  play  her  a  lullaby.

uncomfortable  shoes?  of  course  it's  aphelios  wearing  these  awful  heels  now  while  she  waltzes  around  in  his  platform  boots.  untied  shoelaces?  gues  who  finishes  tying  them  with  a  pretty  bow.  it's  a  double  knot  as  well.

if  her  partner  isn't  doing  that  for  her,  then  why  would  she  even  bother  with  settling  for  less  than  aphelios  already  does?

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❝  smash this, smash that... how am i supposed to be flattered when this one very talented lyricist wrote my my those eyes like fire im a winged insect you're a funeral pyre??? step up your game.  ❞

[stahri-light]

‶You have no idea what it’s like — choosing which friend to save or watching all of them die!‶

Screaming in Alune's face almost comes as a relief. Though she can still feel it — the ache of their loss twisting like a knife into her delicate heart. And when next Ahri blinks, dark liquid pools at her feat, a murky scent invading olfactories. It's the smell of death. All around her are the faces of those lost. Their lights stolen. Memories of a tainted past.

@seeksmoon

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@stahri-light  ☽

𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕  𝒂𝒉𝒓𝒊  𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔  𝒂𝒕  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒕𝒐𝒑  𝒐𝒇  𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒔  𝒊𝒔  𝒏𝒐𝒕  𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚  𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆,  𝒃𝒖𝒕  𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐  𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅.  alune  has  no  idea  how  to  lose  her  dearest  one,  as  her  team  consists  of  two  members  only  —  herself  and  aphelios.

they're  both  alive  and  well,  in  which  the  leader  finds  joy.  it's  mostly  her  doing,  but  she  gives  lots  of  credits  to  the  living  weapon, of course.  alune  wouldn't  let  phel  die  —  and  if  such  thing  happened,  they  would  both  burn  out  in  pride,  knowing  they  fulfilled  their  duties to the best of their abilities.

❝  you  are  right,  ahri.  i  don't  know  what  it's  like.  ❞

it  is  spoken  with  respect  and  calmness  bordering  on  nonchalance,  and  albeit  there  is  no  hostility  in  alune's  stance  nor  words,  she's  ready  to  thread  constellations  into  weapons  if  the  fox - guardian  resorted  to  violence  fueled  by  anger  and  grief.

❝  . . . yet  it  was  your  choice  to  take  the  oath.  it's  your  duty  and  your  fate,  just  like  it's  theirs.  it  is  an  honor  to  die  upon  fighting  in  the  name  of  the  first  star  —  do  not  forget  it.  ❞

do  not  make  me  remind  you.

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Poros do not know much about the dating, but know lots about love! Give many snuggles! are filled with love! And clearly, not need to worry about her, because she had poros!

@snugglyporos  ☽

❝  that's  true!  who  needs  a  boyfriend  when  they  can  have  you,  mmm?  ❞  alune  smiles  prettily,  patting  the  spot  next  to  her  on  her  bed.  sleeping  with  someone?  nay.  napping  with  poros  all  cuddled  up?  yay!

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i love it when everybody's always concerned about aphelios getting mad over dating his sister or having her as their love interest.

darlings, you do realize she's the possessive one? 😈

[armafidelium]

" I always wondered... worm though...? "

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@armafidelium ☽

❝  but  what  if  i  was, like,  an  ugly  worm?  :(  would you still love me? would you? would you??? ❞

her attachment issues are speaking.

[armafidelium]

it's messy and not the best but i kinda doodled all the heartsteel boys with alune & ma

i tried my best. this was the first time drawing most of them save for two of them

[mothticia]

hs!alune smooches hs!kayn's cheek, then bites it. for me, the mun, reasons are unknown, but for shieda? he probably knows, right? @seeksmoon

...

"What- I wasn't even doing anything!" An angry candy red covers his face instantly. However, he genuinely isn't angry- simply flushed by the first kiss to his cheek, and also the nibble.

" Don't bite me, I bite back. " The truth behind her gesture remains unclear to the man known as Shieda Kayn. For a long time, affection was foreign to him. It really wasn't until he became famous when he started to realize people didn't just hate him. Sometimes, they loved him, too... Even if it wasn't as easy to understand as to why or how, but he supposes this too, is a part of fame, or time. Once you get close to someone, it's hard to take that away.

He gently bends to Alune's cheek, replicating the gesture with enthusiasm. One gentle and friendly kiss to her forehead. No biting, unless he wanted to bite her ears... Which he immediately settles on: no, stupid idea.

" You're weird like me and... I like that about you. " He gets close enough to stare into her eyes for a second, but then he steps away just as easy." Kidding. Just kidding, you're not THAT weird. " If his grin could grow any larger, it certainly would. Not that Alune would ever notice... Perhaps, if she did, he might just literally die.

" Next time you bite me, let me know beforehand, alright? Damn near lost my train of thought. " That isn't to say he already forgot what he was doing beforehand... Now, what was he doing?

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@mothmuses ☽  kayn

𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔  𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆,  𝒌𝒂𝒚𝒏  𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕  𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔  𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆  ⸻  𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒔  𝒐𝒓  𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒍,  𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕  𝒊𝒔.  alune's  gesture  is  a  reward,  but  also  a  tool  for  conditioning.  shieda  does  something  well,  he  gets  a  reward  —  sadly,  his  megenta - haired  friend  doesn't  know  just  how  much  a  simple  smooch  on  one's  cheek  means  to  him.

poor  girl,  oblivious  to  the  way  kayn  looks  at  her  —  she  noticed,  of  course,  that  he's  way  more  gentle  whilst  he  deals  with  her,  but  she  doesn't  think  much  of  it.  she's  used  to  people  walking  on  eggshells  around  her  —  all  because  of  her  fragile  heart.

both  metaphorically  and  literally.

alune  doesn't  fear  the  closeness,  doesn't  find  it  awkward,  doesn't  understand  the  meaning  behind  kayn's  words.  he  would  bite  her  back,  though  he  opted  to  kiss  her  forehead.  she  deems  it  for  a  friendly  gesture  and  nothing  else.  her  cheeks  aren't  flushed,  she  doesn't  get  embarassed  —  for  her,  kayn's  just  a  friend.

one  that  deserves  a  reward,  but  is still  just  a  friend.

❝  i  wouldn't  mind  being  as  weird  as  you,  ❞  she  smiles  brightly,  and  when  kayn  locks  his  gaze  with  alune's,  her  eyes  are  glimmering.  completely  ignoring  the  inquiry,  she  then  proceeds  to  hug  kayn  tightly.  on  her  tiptoes,  she  reaches  just  enough  to  press  her  cheek  against  his.

❝  i'm  so,  so,  so  proud  of  you!  ❞  alune  exclaims,  squeezing  him  a  little  more.  ❝  you  did  so  well  with  that  interview,  you  have  no  idea.  ❞

translate  it  to  i  didn't  have  to  do  any  damage  control.  which  is  worth  celebrating  nonetheless.

[mothticia]

'Shit,' is evidently written on his face- a visible shudder or wince of guilt upon being caught red handed in the truth. Typically a good liar, all of that flies out of the window when pretty eyes go his way. He cannot help but look to the floor when he speaks.

" Uh, yeah, but it's nothing to worry your pretty head about! " Kayn reasons with an awkward wave of hands- gesturing to the paint blotches as he turns away, baggy clothes rustling with him at every movement. " Besides, I can paint over this with the older color I'm sure, I really do apologize, Alune. " He realizes he is still talking about the wall, and in a rushed manner, so he shuts himself up by leaning into the true issue: the alcohol. As vaguely as he can, that is, as Kayn is not used to feeling weak; so he brushes off his timidness with a snort. An attempt to calm the situation, if he can.

" I'll tell you more, if you want. But simply put, right now, drinking is the least of my worries... " He now realizes he must apologize to the band for stealing the funds for indulging, but he feels far too ashamed to do that. Now that he is officially called out on it.

" I can get you the gift some other way, then. " He smiles, bearing fangs in a toothy grin. " I'll make sure I make up for this.. Someway or another... " He says this confidently, but his soul is burning. He can feel it within his stomach; like a rock sinking; like a sickness.

Kayn has never been so miserable, not since the fame had struck at high speeds; giving him whiplash. How can he express that, when everyone already has their own feelings and thoughts about him? Kicked from his ex-band, brought in as a stray with an attitude? He feels so ungrateful, and sad by this, that it shows when he smiles again.

" I owe money, I owe a lot of people many things- at least, it feels that way. " He sighs, voice growing sullen and as low as the hum of ocean waves. He feels insane when he says this next line to his manager and friend. Perhaps one of his only friends. " I owe you Lunie, for your kindness, for all the messed up things I do. "

He feels awkward he licks his piercing, and he attempts to crack a joke.

" Plus, I don't look as pretty when I cry. "

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@mothmuses ☽  kayn

           𝒂𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒆  𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔  𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅;  𝒂  𝒎𝒊𝒙  𝒐𝒇  𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒌  𝒂𝒏𝒅  𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒆  𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔  𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔  𝒊𝒏  𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔  ⸻  her  bangs  end  up  covering  her  eyes  just  a  little,  almost  asking  to  be  tucked  behind  her  ear.

❝  i  don't  want  any  gifts,  ❞  the  girl  repeats  herself,  accentuating  her  words,  sounding  more  stern.  her  tone  isn't  scolding - like  yet,  but  close  to  it  —  in  the  gentlest  way  possible  for  kayn  to  finally  understand  that  alune  does  not,  in  fact,  want anything.

upon  confirmation  about  unhealthy  habits,  heartsteel's  manager  scoors  closer,  invading  kayn's  personal  space  —  it's  just  something  she  does,  often,  towards  pretty  much  anybody  —  and  takes  in  his  scent.  she's  looking  for  the  smell  of  alcohol.  whether  or  not  her  mission  was  successful,  she  doesn't  pull  away.

a  smile  appears  on  worried  face.  ❝  silly,  ❞  she  says  softly  with  a  quiet  laugh,  ❝  you  don't  owe  me  anything.  and  you  can  always  —  and  i  mean  always  —  come  to  me  with  any  problems.  anything,  in  fact.  ❞

purple  eyes  follow  kayn's  gestures  and  look  at  his  paint - job  not  with  anger,  but  admiration.  alune  pulls  her  knees  up  under  her  chin  and  rests  her  head  there,  gaze  glued  to  drunken  art  of  her  friend.  she  sounds  melancholic,  almost,  as  she  speaks  again.

❝  i  like  it,  you  know?  it's  unique.  let  me  deal  with  the  landlords  if  it's  ever  an  issue  for  them.  ❞  hugging  the  knees  to  her  chest,  she  continues,  quietly  —  like  she's  sharing  a  secret.  ❝  i  don't  care  how  you  look  when  you  cry;  crying  is  good  to  regulate  emotions,  ❞  yet  again,  she  lowers  her  tone,  words  barely  a  whisper.  ❝  i  cry  a  lot,  for  example.  ❞

[fcrgiven]

his birthday party is a blur, a hazed memory clouded with milky - coloured smoke. it is a mystery on how he got to bed, but upon waking, he realizes he's not alone. skin to skin, body pressed against body, alune lays beside him, curled up to his side; face nuzzled into his chest and leg draped across his thigh — deep in her slumber, as peeaceful as one can be.

she's there despite countless drinks, hundreds of pounds of weed; patient to wait for weeks at time until yasuo responds to her messages and the first one to offer her company whenever he feels down. nothing seems to scare her off — and most importantly — she has no desire to leave.

hs!alune to tdmg!yasuo. @seeksmoon

@seeksmoon

A surprise party ⸺ of all things, is what Yasuo came home to. Surrounded by all his closest friends, all brought together for him, courtesy of Alune. She would never know just how much it meant to him, despite his uncomfortable disposition that was slowly peeled away by alcohol and weed as the hours went on.

He's much more resilient to the many substances put in their bodies than Alune, remembering more of the previous night, but still as sluggish and resistent to waking from slumber after nights like these. They are anything but graceful, but they are at peace.

Yasuo shifts slightly, waking with the split rays that pour from the window — he realizes that the warmth of the sun isnt the only warmth he feels along his skin. He sees her then — nestled close and at peace, and he doesn't dare disturb her. He wants to stay like this for as long as he can manage it, and so he closes his eyes once more, gently bringing her just a bit closer to him.

He doesn't realize there is an additional warmth — the one in his heart.