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i a got a decent connection to him... i get on and off about writing his muse but lately n stuff ive been feelin hella good n all about making hcs and writing about zed and just thinking even how he would (tho sometimes if i dont show it off im just lazy af to replies ngl)
♠:What's one thing you dislike about your Muse?
ehhhhh i guess its that he doesnt have that much lore behind his original lore and the new jhin stuff ya kno, tho it was interesting as it is. i just want something in depth and just primarily about zed's past like how they did with aurelion n all, since i thought that was p coo imo.
♣:Any headcanons about your muse?
ill give one for now bc i dont feel like tellin many ngl. but one idea i have is that zed refuses majority of the time to hear speak of the outside events such as 'festivals' such as the Blossom Festival held in Jyom Pass. I see it that Zed still has clear as hell memories of the entire event going down, and when he could've slaughtered Jhin as a young boy but held back, and just the fact that after all these years, again and again reports of killings of the Golden Demon frustrate him to hell and back. i guess in his own mind zed sees himself as a hero held back, one that could've been praised as a 'demon slayer' if you will.
a great starter would to be to be straightforward, direct, but not buggy about it. come to him when he isn't bothered, such as free time like after dinner or as he wakes. in the past, his younger self would've had a good 50/50 with people are a bit shy and not so direct but obvious, but now, he doesn't care for such weakness.
That was the one word that could be used to describe the evening with the Inku, they had met briefly on quite a few occasions one being when she had tattoo’d some of his family markings onto his body. But that was many months ago, being in the area he had decided to pay the Ink Master a visit one that was long time overdue. Besides, that’s what friends did right?
Well the initial greeting was fine for the most part, it was clear she didn’t expect him but that was fine- being welcomed like a friend was nice. The two spent the first part of the evening speaking, conversing about each other time with Hayden explaining he was making progress in restoring his people; it was quite nice actually. By the time they had finished speaking they had shared a fair bit of information with the sun now setting- the time has apparently caught the two. Yet, be it circumstance or other motives they had agreed Hayden could stay the night- besides it was dangerous on the roads at night.
The two kept talking, having brought out the sweet alcoholic drinks an hour or so ago- what was once just discussion and catching up had involved into sensual flirting with the occasional touch. There was no denying there was a certain flair between the gladiatorial warrior and the inku master, be it physical attraction or something deeper; they wanted each other and frankly both of them intended to act upon it.
I’ll spare you the less vulgar details of how they went out it like animals at first, clawing at each other- trying to prove who was more dominant in bed. The bites and bruises left that night would be a sore reminder in the morning of what transpired along with the smell that would cling to both of them, the smell of ecstasy and pleasure. It was all a blur really. Yet, the feelings was something that would cling with Hayden for years to come, each thrust- the wanton moans of Inku underneath him would always remain close to the warrior heart.
It was a feeling of bliss, pure bliss that entered into the man as he spent the night with the woman- each time he sunk deeper into her warmth he could feel himself coming closer to the brink of ecstasy. It was a wonderful feeling, the soft moans and creaking of wood was heard throughout the room and yet all Hayden could focus on was the woman who was turning to mush in his hands; the pulses of pleasure coming from her told him he was doing something right. The sweet words that escaped both of their mouths was like honeydew, each thrust drawing them closer and closer to the brink!
“Inku…”
Hayden gasped finally, his breath catching as he felt a sudden squeeze around him- her arms practically hugging him to her body as he legs wrapped around his solid frame. The pulsing around his girth was neither himself nor Inku but both of them, a hiss escaping through his teeth as his body flexed tightly as they clung to each other. It was like a white hot flash crossed his vision as for the next thirty seconds to a minute he gasped and jerked within her arms and vice versa. Finally, depleted of strength they would slump over, both used and tired as Hayden rested on top of her before rolling to her side.
Nautilus never liked leaving his home to head so far inland, but he had heard that this artiest was supposed to be very good from the rumor mill. He had wanted to get it done earlier, something to remember them by but he wanted it to be perfect... needed it to be perfect. He did not mind the price, he had saved up quite a bit for this, and if it was not enough he was willing to part with some of his own art to get it done.
He kept to himself at the back of the bus, its shaking and noise plaguing his mind as he pinched his noise as he tried to tune it out, wishing as all hell he could just be back on his ship with his classical music, the calming rocking of his home as he relaxed with a jug of coffee. The screeching of the bus coming to a stop snapped him out of it, issuing him to get off that closed off trap as soon as he could.
When he stepped off he looked around for the shop, wanting to get as far away from the crowds as possible. His eyes soon found it as he rushed over, pausing before the door to try and compose himself as he opened it and walked in.