#seeksfeathers

The question comes to him like a surprise, feathered ears twitching slightly as he tips his chin down to look at her as she lays against him. Clawed hands toy idly with the ends of her hair; and lips press gingerly at the top of her head. The Charmer guns softly; quietly—a tune known to the both of them, one he has hummed before many a time.

“Xayah,” Rakan speaks, his voice soft and somber before he presses his chest to her back, arms wrapping around her as he moved his hands on top of hers and hold them together. Words are delicately plucked from his mind before he decides to speak again, leaning down to rest his chin on her shoulder.

“You’re strong. You have a mind like no other—one with focus and little restraint. But on the other hand, you have something about you that is so captivating; you pulled me in from the very beginning; despite your hardened exterior towards others and the walls you build, I see you for who you really are. You are more then your stubbornness and your built up walls. More then your rebellion,”

Thumbs brush gently over her knuckles, his head tilts lightly against hers.

“I remember the first day I laid my eyes upon you. I thought you were going to kill me—Your eyes were as sharp as your feathers,” He snorts softly. “But you were as beautiful then as you are now. That stubborn personality dragged me right in, you know. I think you were one of the first to take me seriously after I pestered you so much.”