#charmed arrows

@charmed-arrows

“Pardon I was just taking in your appearance. Your arms and legs are -curious-.. to say the least. Does it hurt?” His head had tilted to the side, in a way he looked almost like a bird. Perched on a rock where his legs were tucked in almost to his chest. His wings had lay opened, basking in the sunlight keeping him warm and extremely bright.

“I believe you’re quite peculiar yourself..” he replied quietly with a lower of brows. The stranger stood out just as much as he if not more for his bright coloration where the corrupted man held darker color.

He smiled, arms opening slightly welcoming the other before he was given the bone crushing hug. A groan escaped his lips as the hug was tightened before he laughed.

“Careful darling, squeeze any more and you’ll break my back.”

“Tea?” His feathers fluffed a little as he thinks to himself. For how long he had paused it almost seemed like he would never answer. Finally after what seemed to be an internal turmoil he has spoken. “Sure, What kind of tea do you drink? I usually prefer Ionian brewed but.. I don’t mind trying new ones.” 

Jarvan smiled kindly. “We have Ionian teas, too, sir. Would you prefer a green or black tea? I personally would go for Darjeeling or genmaicha - something rich enough that the sweetness and milkiness will not overpower, but truly, the choice is yours.”

Ezreal follows the path of feathers littered around his home. Did he forget to close a window? Maybe a cat killed a bird and snuck in to eat it alone. Gross, but it was his fault and not the hypothetical kitten’s.

Except it wasn’t a kitty, it was a man— kind of. The arcane energy of his bow buzzed in the air as it materialized without him consciously willing so, He hadn’t even taken a defensive stance, it was more of a knee-jerk reaction than a threat.

“Uh…” He expected a cat and a dead bird, not a sort-of-human casually sitting on his chair! “…What are you doing here?”

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“I still aim to destroy the darkin. However, the nature of my next target forces my patience. We are sure he will be the strongest that we have faced, and we don’t plan on dying.”

Kayn crossed his arms over his bare chest, and a huff left him through his nose. Lips pressed tight together in something that looked dissatisfied. 

▙ a secret thought they’ve had about your muse

“A love god, some say. I’m unsure how he might fit into my pantheon, but Ionian gods should work together, shouldn’t they?”

▛ would they top or bottom for your muse

“If it came down to it? Either.”

▜ where they would kiss your muse right now

“Neck.”

▄ would they have a one night stand with your muse

“Oh, sure. That’s why I’d start with neck kissing.”

▐ would they date your muse if asked

“Varus, I am this close to having a breakdown over here... this is awful.”