#yunalai

[settriigh]

refuses to strain her neck to look him in the face. Qiyana shall address his chest whenever they talk.

"Do.. you want me to sit down? Maybe squat?"

[agonizedembrace]

🥃 + "what color should i dye my hair for the comeback?"

Send me  ‘ 🥃 ‘ + plus a question, and my muse will answer it while drunk.

" purple -- no, not original enough. " she leans against a nearby counter, mostly for support with a sangria glass in hand. cue a short sigh then, a wave with her free hand to wherever akali scuttered off to. " she hasn't told me the theme yet -- you need something vibrant, darling. oh, center stage. " a short nod before another long swig. " dual colors... "

[mxldito]

@yunalai | How Well Do You Know Coyote?

"...Studying me so she can steal my Barony..."

[fcrgiven]

" a lil' birdie told me there was a certain item you never managed to get your hands on. "

a glittery pink bag is gingerly placed on his desk by his bandmate, whose smile reaches her eyes with a playful and excited shimmer.

" so, 'cuz I'm amazing and you should love me for this, I called a guy who put me on to another guy who had some contacts and then I threatened some people here and there, called a few other folk. anyway. you're welcome. "

despite the ever-so-present arrogance, it is obvious she is dying to see his reaction.

lying within?

wrapped in holographic paper (of course), lies the limited edition vinyl of Star Guardian Season 3 — Collector's Edition. signed.

" happy birthday, Yas. "

@yunalai

When Qiyana approaches and extends the bag, Yasuo looks from her to the bag in question with a degree of suspicion, accompanied by curiosity. "Is that so?"

As she begins with her story? explanation? he goes about opening the bag, digging around and removing the holographic paper from ⸺

Holy shit. How did she get her hands on this? Naturally the flowery explanation she provides definitely isn't the truth — or at least not the entire truth and was greatly exaggerated. He didn't really care about that though.

"Qiyana, I —" he can't quite seem to formulate a coherent thought much less coherent words, a series of mutterings falling from his lips as he stutters over his palpable excitement.

Eventually he settles, setting the vinyl ( that he had been searching for endlessly to purchase in this condition with no luck ) back in the bag with extreme care. He then happily brings Qiyana into a tight embrace, very overjoyed. A rare state for him.

"This means a lot, thank you so much."

[pitgritted]

" i feel scammed. the beanie on your website doesn't have the heart pin yours does."

❝  𝐇𝐀𝐇  !                                                  nobody  but  me  gets  the  signature  momma's  love  .  in  fact  ,  'ma  made  this  fine  beanie  herself  ,  completed  with  a  pin  .  ❞  he's  not  going  to  point  out  the  fact  the  rest  of  the  crew  practically  made  their  outfits  entirely  from  an  art  &  supplies  shop  down  street  of  their  rented  studio  .  it  was  the  best  he  could  do  with  a  tight  budget  &  starting  out  .

                                                  ❝  hold  still  'qi  ,  i'll  give  'ya  somethin'  ain't  nobody  else  got  ,  deal  ?  ❞  sett  bites  off  the  cap  of  a  marker  &  spits  it  off  to  the  side  ,  finding  a  piece  of  paper  &  sketching  out  a  heart  .  he  sticks  the  note  against  the  beanie's  temple  .  ❝  see  ?  practically  one  of  us  now  .  ❞

[axewhirl]

@yunalai // cont.

' doin' what normal friends don't do to the other. '

to loosely quote the one person who provoked this outburst in the first place. once she hears about it, surely she'll stop pestering him about acting on feelings. but he just fell into eve's trap...

she had been right. he'd hate admitting that to her face. but the sudden show of emotion indeed made parts of him tingle, much differently so from the other times. something more than pure carnal craving. something a mere fling would not fulfill.

begrudgingly catching breath, the moment of respite allows glinting emerald iris to linger over the diva. equally looking a lovefool as her. his heart - as rotten it may have been - drummed, threatening to burst out of his ribcage.

' doin' what i shoulda done a while ago. don't'cha think ? '

this is the most overt justification he could yet muster. did he really need to spell it out? this was already agonizing.

between ragged exhalations, a hand found its way into qiyana's hair, adjusting them ever slightly so. his other hand still clung onto the contours of her frame, in fear that she may want to get away. he would not let go until knowing what was on her mind.

anticipation rose, sweat dampened his forehead. though it was no fever. he most likely knew how qiyana felt, yet there was an awful twinge in his guts...

[noxianwilled]

" Draven asked me to crush him like a watermelon? is this a Noxian idiom I'm not aware of? did he challenge me? "

— @yunalai

She doesn't mind Qiyana's usual questions, content to help with any nuance the ixtali isn't yet fluent enough to understand — but it does lead to situations like this, where Katarina would rather not be involved in explaining Draven's meaning to the princess. The assumption he had challenged her somehow elicits a chuckle from the assassin, mild amusement coloring her explanation. "No, it wasn't a challenge — he was flirting."

"It takes considerable strength to be able to crush a watermelon with your thighs," she continues with a shrug. "So basically he was being appreciative of your thighs, princess." And hoping to be the thing crushed between her thighs instead of the watermelon, but she is confident Qiyana can pick that up on her own.

[ionianwanderer]

— a fellow Soul Fighter is staring incredibly disrespectfully.