#daesiga

give your muse the Fate Evaluation | accepting

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: ♥♥♥

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: ♥

SEXUAL DESIRE: ♥

the very notion would be uncomfortable. to remove yet another layer of protection before the she-fox would be dangerous, and he knew that. and yet, as foolish as he knew it was. he trusted her.  

where others would shudder at her touch, he relished it. cold, dead eyes softened, and his flesh hand would raise to remove the porcelain mask. And behind it, the cloth that protected his face. 

and he stood before her, his face plain-- much unlike the gaudy mask he always wore.

she's watching him paint— no, watching the fluid movement of the brush. she's drawn to it. she's intrigued. she wants to try it.

with each stroke,  the background began to take form. a simple black forest, lightly hazed with morning mist. though the detail work was impeccable, and the colors rich and beautiful.

  it lacked something. 

frustration eventually took over, and the virtuoso opted to stop. and then, the vixen held his complete, undivided attention. her curiosity evoked the slightest of smiles.

    ‘  have you tried it before? ‘ 

jhin finally broke the silence, a single hand lifted to offer her the brush. in art, there were no mistakes-- not truly. from the very first moment that the artist touched the medium, to their very last painting before death. art... was expression.

oh, he did doubt that. although, asides from a subtle roll of his eyes, he said nothing!

   if he was honest, even he was weak to her charms. she reminded him of a child, attempting to butter someone up in order to get something from them!

  it was kind of cute...

   ‘ oh, do you now? that is quite regrettable indeed, i am a cruel man for neglecting you so! ‘ 

    demons masquerading as gods, and what a pattern that was. 

and like other gods, blood offerings attracted the demon. the stench of carnage did well to whet his appetite. he materialized, seemingly melting into existence from an ethereal fog. at first, utterly silent-- though then his light foot steps could be heard. 

   ‘  humans always look to the skies. to that above them, to those above them. indeed, they make such easy prey.  ‘  

 amusement danced in his eyes.

    ‘ why do you waste time with them?  ‘

proceeds to load shen into a cannon and fire him at you

A cackling laugh escaped the yordle. 

“Hah! Y’damn right it does.” 

A single hand gently ran across the blunt side of his axe, in an almost caress. He’d always been so careful with that thing, to never break it. Always sharpened it, always cleaned it, tended to it. 

Almost like the weapon had a soul of its own.

“Why else did y’think that yordles cling to their purpose so much?” 

The smirk written upon his face was empty, purpose was something he’d forsaken long ago. He didn’t have a purpose, not anymore. Stagnation angered him beyond words; he was stuck. With nowhere to go, nothing to fight for and nothing to represent.

the demon leans down, silken white strands pooled over ahri’s shoulders-- his masked visage only mere inches from the vixen’s nose. the glowing red eyes narrowed, squinted to indicate a smile behind his mask.