wipe your face of the blood.

     “  baby  .  finally  decided  to  show  your  face  around  here  ?  “  her  expression  is  blank  ,  only  a  hint  of  frustration  flickering  in  her  eyes  .  her  tone  stings  to  make  up  for  it  ,  though  .  “  what  the  hell  took  you  so  long  ?  that  wasn’t  what  we  talked  about  .  “

    ❝ 𝐇𝐄𝐘, 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒! ❞    He coos. Maybe it’s time he stop hiding like a coward && face his other half head on. Cue him kissing the other harpy’s ass.~

Rakan cries out of pure happiness, he will never get enough poro in his life. But he helps the little guy up and holds it; dancing along with the little fluff ball. How cute!

“i think that’s an understatement, babe!” rakan chuckles, although he does agree. they both have their difference in opinions, personalities and what have you… but! over their time together, they have adapted to each other. so if not in one way, definitely another they could be considered twins. 

cursed / not accepting

that’s weird, rakan thought what happened was amusing. usually when hanging one of the bad guys upside down to get information out… was laughable. watching them squirm beneath his grasp, beg for their life? when they so much not deserve it, all will die at his hand if xayah says so. all rakan can do is give a shrug; “– well, i guess they just got bad karma, eh?”

cursed / not accepting

the vastayan brings in his loved one close, humming the sweetest of songs to ease her restless soul. he dare not let ANYTHING happen to xayah! she deserves nothing but peace, silence even. (something he’s not the best at being, though he tries to make her laugh every time). feathered hands, dark talons stroke at her back, halting the humming for a moment;

“i promise, miella. you and i will be safe, for a little while. then eventually? for teh rest of the while, our whole lives!”

cursed / not accepting