#our-performance-begins

[specterssanctum]

"By Bard's mane, please save me."

Jhin raised an eyebrow quizzically, concern on his features.  “What’s wrong, my dear?”

[trialofaxes]

@our-performance-begins replied to your post ““Hey there, good lookin’.” ;{)”

"As if not one of you were enough." Jhin teased with a smirk.

“More mutts for you to tame, what a shame, darlin’“  Draven chuckled.

[symqosium]

"Darling, could I ask for a moment of your attention?"

She gazed at him with suspicion, giving him the “attention” he asked for

[our-performance-begins]

@thepallas​ Continuation from here! 

The stranger’s attitude was enough to make the artist chuckle, his golden finger leaving his mouth before giving away a teasing comment. “So feisty.” 

Jhin approached the other, his movements elegant and precise resembling that of a dancer’s. The marksman circled the other, his gaze traveling along the man’s forms as if he was analyzing him. The man’s previous statement wasn’t misplaced, the artist’s curiosity only enhanced due to the man’s handsome features. “My business with you is still uncertain.” He answered before finally, taking his place beside the unco. “Do I unsettle you, dear?” He asked, almost sounding concerned. 

It was all a charade, of course, but Jhin was born for drama along with a never-ending thirst for perfection. Still, the lingering energy that radiated from the other was intriguing, drawing him in; his own inner demon hungering, gnawing at the back of his mind...restless. 

How could he possibly allow someone this interesting simply walk away? 

With a warm hand, he reached out to invite the other in order to appeal to the social codes. “Khada Jhin.” He presented himself, hoping that it would remove the growing tension between them.

[thepallas]

Jhin had no idea how he managed to convince Pallas into this, but boy was he thrilled when the demon finally accepted! With skillful hands, the artist carefully ties a silky ribbon around the demon’s neck. The soft silk had a beautiful hue of violet, it’s smooth texture caressing the man’s skin as Jhin finished the front knot. “Ain’t you precious.” He teases, smiling with teeth as if he was proud with his work. “It even matches your eyes~” One could almost think that Jhin had planned this...

   Pallas had genuinely no idea why he had agreed with this. Luckily for Jhin, demon didn’t have the sturdiest patience and would rather just be done with it. The suggestion was just so silly. It required to step over his huge pride,but he had to admit though, the fabric felt surprisingly nice on the skin. Besides, Pallas would lie if he said that now he wasn’t curious about what it actually looked like.

   “Satisfied, huh?” he squeezed out a small smile and sighed. “So now what? Am I supposed to walk around with this?”

[truecaution-blog1]

@our-performance-begins | starter call

Had anyone ever told Shen that he’d see him again- he’d have shrugged it off. He had been completely convinced that he’d never see Khada Jhin again for the entire duration of his life. How wrong he was, he thought then, when the presence he could never forget made itself known to him.

As numb to the pain as he was, Shen’s heart still clenched in his chest and his fingers curled into fists. It didn’t take him long to regain his composure though- all in balance. That was the only thing he knew now- Khada Jhin? A stranger. Or so he tried to tell himself every passing second. Perhaps if he stayed facing away, Jhin wouldn’t notice him- maybe. Shen could only hope.

[sculchained]

Hands of cold and warm cups the lower jaw on the great entity, though, Jhin could only assume that the creature before him is likely not to notice the difference. The artist gazes up at the impressive skull, his golden prosthetic gently caressing the cheekbone while observing its features. Without a word, Jhin leans in even closer, soft lips meeting bone as he kisses the Warden with a delighted and curious hum. "...Peculiar."

@our-performance-begins

But notice, he does. The warm hand is soft and supple- so easily broken and destroyed, Thresh can’t help but wonder just how wonderfully the artist would scream if he slowly and meticulously broke every bone in his hand. Ah, but that is for another day- another time. Now he can focus on the warmth the hand of flesh radiates, pressed against the bone of his jaw. On the metal hand cupping his face- caressing it-, its cold touch would have had any man retaliate- but he does not.

Instead, empty eye sockets bore into Jhin, a curious yet intrigued aura sweltering off of him as the other leans in to press his lips to Thresh’s mouth.

His claws curl and uncurl into fists, his expression unchanging even as one hand slides down to grip onto the artist’s hip, pulling him closer with an amused chuckle. “Peculiar?” he repeats, grinning down at the other.

[symqosium]

our-performance-begins replied to your post: �� "Don't be shy, dear."

Jhin tuts, disappointed. “Tease. And here I thought that you liked me.”

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