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✧ ━━ @anomallis continued from x

"Mm ... You should know that any time apart is too long ~ " Haruko huffs against Viktor's neck, but his sighing falls into contented, warbling coos as they huddle closer. The Vastayan inhales the sweet, ozone scent of his lover's magic, and his keening notes dissolve further into a gentle hum. He quiets down, clearly pleased. Haruko’s eyes flutter open and drift to his love's; once they connect, the cornflowers of his own irises swirl in lucid, pale-blue bursts of affection. There is a slow tilt of his head, tracing the curve of his nose along the Herald's own, and eventually, he presses a teasing kiss onto one of his moles.

"Good — " Haru's coaxing purr glides along the shell of Viktor's ear like silk, "I intend for us to have one another throughout the entire evening and into the dawn." He dips his head down to brush savage canines down the colum of his Herald's throat; but the eventual bite is featherlight, "You are tired today ... " Clawed fingers explore the lines of Viktor’s neck, tracing the valleys and hills of his collarbone, skimming over the planes of his shoulder blades, simply mapping the familiar landscape of his body.

"They work you too much."

The way the the gaze of the people he passed by looked at him—the way that Ezreal could see their eyes shimmer with multitudes of colours and focusing right on him made the explorer grimace; almost as if he were disgusted by them looking at him with a strange, almost empty gaze. It made the speed in his steps increase, trying to focus his blue gaze ahead rather than looking at them ( this whole cult thing really freaked him out ).

A sigh of relief left him as Viktor stepped out, expression softening and a shrug leaving the ( slightly ) smaller. “I wouldn’t consider it a weapon if it’s not working—It’s just a big glove, at that point!” He corrected, waving it around again before dropping his hand to pat the canister under his arm. “First things first—You look a LOT different since I left—I didn’t expect to come back to…uh…whatever you call this.” He vaguely gestured to their surroundings with a tilt of his head.

“and second—Yeah, you caught me—But I don’t have anyone else to help me! You already know how this thing works—I think the mana core’s dead—Buuuut, I found this as kind of a backup in Shurima anyway, and it looks similar to the raw mana we used before! But getting it in the gauntlet is a total loss for me…I even have my notes, if you want ‘em!” Slowly he made a few more steps closer to the other until he stood right in front of him; playful expression dancing on his features before warping into a pout as he huffed.

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his one good eye looks the frail man up and down, slowly, while the other black one follows suit. how harmless could he be? still, as the eye of zaun, one had to be careful at all times. it's why jinx would always be perched up above. watching. waiting. like his little crow.

silco leans back in his chair, legs crossing one another as a hand waves to the chair in front of his desk. he's always willing to listen to what others....would like. as long as it benefits him in the end. every single person was a business transaction. because that's how the world worked down in the undercity, in zaun. even up in piltover.

Jinx hops down from the rafters of the greenhouse, careful not to make much noise, as Vander has just fallen asleep. She takes deliberate steps towards Viktor, partly because she doesn’t want to wake her father, but also partly because Viktor is a mystery to her, one she isn’t sure whether she wants to solve. Does it matter, as long as Vander is healed? She supposes it does, if he has ulterior motives. Part of her says she shouldn’t care, that everything’s going to go to shit anyway. But still, Jinx finds herself plopping down on the brick planter beside him.

✧ ━━ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃? 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙶𝚄𝙴 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴

It felt like time had stretched into an eternity, each minute dragging on while the Lhotlan’s restless energy bubbled beneath the surface as he waited and waited and waited. Although Haru usually relished these moments of their quiet companionship, today was different ━ today, the thrill of his recent explorations throughout Zaun tugged at him and urged him to yank Viktor away from his workbench and have him all for himself. He was wound up and excited ... But the Herald barely acknowledged Haru's presence, a stab to the Vastayan's rather large ego, far too deeply immersed in the soft clinking and clattering of Viktor's creations to notice much of anything else not that said fact made Haru's ego recover quicker. He dropped his satchels' down with a muted thump, and approached while stretching his back. He was a greedy, and impatient, person, after all.

Not that he was fully to blame, at least in his own mind. How could he be when Viktor's focused demeanor drew in Haruko so easily? Bright plumage ruffled as he peered over the Herald's shoulder at his work. Haru smiled to himself, noting the scent of iron clinging to Vik's pale skin, and he couldn't help but want to bridge the gap between them. With a growing, wicked grin, he leaned in and let his plush lips brush along the shell of Viktor's ear. Haru really wished that he could forever savor the slight shiver which coursed through the other man at the contact ━ he was so endearing. Haru's decorated arms encircled Viktor, framing him against the desk and wasting very little time, "Mmm … Come rest with me," he gestured towards Viktor's work with his head, "It will be there after."

The tender responses to Haru's kisses ignited a tingle within the Lhotlan, he delighted in the way Viktor's body reacted to everything; the way his breath hitched slightly when Haruko pressed a gentle bite to his shoulder and the nape of his neck. He wanted nothing more but to place a thousand blooming marks all across him ━ but he would wait just a little longer. Cornflower eyes sparkled with a teasing light as he caught sight of Viktor’s flushed cheeks ━ a sweet cherry hue that forced Haruko's heart to race, "Perhaps after you can show me how it works." He suggested, delving so far as to flutter his lashes up at the inventor and stroke his hand.

Haru's gaze lowered before he ghosted a kiss atop Viktor's lips, tantalizingly close but never quite connecting. He lingered, just enjoying how Viktor trembled; finally, he turned and pulled back. The Vastayan cooed as he left, "I'll be waiting."

➤ (  Heehee  )  What  if  they  kissed  ?

➤                       sent  by  @anomallis

fingers  still  sizzled  with  magic  ;  the  agonizing  sensation  of  bubbling  flesh  ignited  in  a  series  of  ripples  through  the  ridges  of  course  &  scarred  knuckles  .  although  bandaged  with  care  by  viktor’s  delicate  hands  ,  it  grappled  like  a  hook  upon  his  blue  vestments  .  pulling  &  leaving  deep  folds  within  the  fabric  until  viktor  was  sufficiently  against  him  .

his  muscles  were  a  heavy  contrast  against  the  metallic  ones  overlaying  in  ridges  ,  though  every  definition  of  the  body  fitted  perfectly  .  𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓  breathed  sharply  through  his  scarred  nose  ,  nostrils  flared  &  sank  as  he  hollowed  the  ridges  overlaying  his  cheeks  .  artery  twitches  &  his  mouth  is  parted  in  a  crooked  smile  .  wet  with  his  breathing  .

he  didn’t  feel  the  other  man  pull  away  when  𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓  pushed  further  &  kissed  him  .  he  didn’t  feel  the  downward  pull  of  muscle  demonstrating  a  tired  frown  that  usually  mounted  the  herald’s  face  .  it  felt  odd  ;  nothing  of  vileness  touched  the  buds  of  his  tongue  but  a  frightening  thrill  of  adrenaline  when  lips  connect  .

the  vastaya  could  taste  the  lick  of  magic  ;  it  was  metal  &  strangely  hot  .  acidic  .  his  irises  highlighted  with  an  orange  hue  as  he  clutched  onto  viktor  with  a  fraction  of  his  strength  .  a  sultry  rumble  echoed  through  his  throat  ,  shaking  the  deep  pitches  of  his  throat  &  scratching  his  voice  as  he  uttered  audible  satisfaction  .  he  parts  briefly  ,  canines  gusting  the  hem  of  herald  savior’s  lips  .

❝  y’  taste  good  ,  vik’  .  ❞

⟐ what  if  they  kissed