characters: yone (league of legends) x gn!reader.
notes: implied strangers to something else. mainly just a drabble for myself, good night. img is one of the scrapped artworks for yone’s splash art by riot artist esben lash.
Good night all in the meantime think about tracing Yone’s face with a fragile touch to your fingers, caressing the lines and edges to his features hesitantly, your eyes fixed on the little creases and spots on his face as well as the scars that adorn his skin while he watches your every move with a curious fascination of his own, but equally scared.
This is but a moment fragile, a moment naive and tender, one simple breeze and the petals will be plucked off the stem they were once attached to.
Neither of you look into each other but it is a moment where you both see each other. Slowly, with guidance on both ends, as your touch begins to gain a confidence and his flesh under your fingertips contract less and less, softening with each touch, each shared breath.
Eventually your fingers hesitate at an edge, again, and it should be odd given your newfound familiarity around him, as well as initiating physical contact with him. The faltering in your movement, though it is short, twists a part of him inside, a feeling he never thought to possess.
As the gleam of curiosity takes over and you carry on like that second never happened, fingertips now met with something a tad harder and smoother to the touch, bright red and crimson, cutting into the air, then Yone realizes it is the mask he wears— the demon that wears him— which caught you off guard. And with each flick of your finger, you trace the edges of a side of him; the hardened shell of the demon, that you both come to discover he feels it too, a little distant and clouded than your earlier touches, but it’s still there, warm and gentle, loving and caring, still a little hesitant but willing to offer all your love to him.
A part of you surpasses a giggle barely, at the blooming sight before you, how he begins to turn a lovely flush, not a bleeding crimson like his mask, but a dusty pink adorning the rest of his features like rose colored glasses and a breeze amongst the flower fields.
