#deathlygaze

      @deathlygaze​ said :   I'd like to know his favourite past       time and if he likes sweets. c:

    . thank u for the ask, friend ! as cliche as it sounds, kayn is usually found training in his down time. he genuinely enjoys to fight and feel the effects of bettering himself, as he has very difficult goals to attain and, well ... he wants to be the best. however if he isn’t training or exercising, he meditates a lot too. it helps keep him grounded, focused, and to get more sleep lol. it also helps him to mentally keep rhaast at bay.

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Accepting || @deathlygaze

The Witcher raised one thick bushy eyebrow, whose silver color was quite unusual, despite the man being already quite mature-looking.

Accidental Affection

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send me ☽ for my muse to drunkenly confess feelings to yours      

The Savior wouldn’t remember it - happily - and surely Vladimir couldn’t take anything he was mumbling seriously tonight.  After that humiliating defeat they had suffered, they would have to leave farther and farther and someone had had the worst idea ever : giving Sylas strong alcohol. Liters and liters of it.

And the worst was he had drunk it all.

The Martyr exhaled a deep satisfied sigh that reeked of booze, throwing his head slightly, eyes usually scanning people and the surrounding like a hawk’s, constantly on alert, now closing out of serenity and drunkenness.

Out of the blue, a large calloused hand, whose wrist was still hidden by those large metallic chains, landed on Vladimir’s thigh. The next second, a drunken burly demacian was leaning down on him, awfully drunk, apparently trying to pronounce words.

Send me “♡” for my muse to confess their feelings for your muse - romantic or not.

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Usually, Sylas would have briefly smiled at the Hemomancer, before waving at him dismissively and turning his attention back to whatever he was doing. But not this time. He actually instead went straight to the noxian, crossing his strong arms before his broad chest, still revealed despite the cold in this white lands.

Following me to this remote place, where there’s only ice and ice… Where nothing can grow, live… Where we only have poor souls and our demons for company.

The Martyr had never thought about this, but these last days he had had time to reflect more on himself than before, probably because now there were no constant battles against the demacian government ; they had emigrated too far.

“ Do you remember that day I told you I care about you ? he started, his deep virile voice, usually so peremptory and strong, now quiet, almost a breath, yet so tranquil, still dignified though. It turned out it was not even close to what I actually feel about you.

He paused for a moment, not lowering his piercing narrow gaze, only taking in the sight of Vladimir.

- For once, you’ll be right about saying that’s really gay of me… but I think I love you.”

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Unfortunately, it seemed that, despite the long years he had spent observing humans, the gigantic beast still ignored this strange curious tradition they had concerning mistletoe. Therefore, the Pridestalker just stood there, seemingly hugely confused, tremendously even, practically frozen, just staring at the mage with his beastly eyes glowing.

Darius cracked both eyes open, while they were sleepily half-closed right before he heard the normally so frightening Hemomancer coming to him singing this stupid song he hated. He really hated it. Groaning, frowning, he vaguely pushed away the clingy man, playfully actually, since he then brutally pulled him into a bear hug.

The Hand of Noxus briefly snickered, with a slightly amused smile parting his dry thin lips, a manly mouth crossed by a few tiny scars, so little compared to the large one crossing his eye. He spat a bit bluntly, but cradling the mage and laying a kiss on his pale forehead :

“You already have me, idiot.”