#vanagander

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻 . from @vanagander . 🪦

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀—— 𖦏 ⌯⁍ * sharp eyes turn onto his senior, a man he deeply, unendingly respected . one he would almost viciously stand up for even if Ashveil wasn't present . but he was a wild one —— one the old wolf still had yet to fully guide to a less volatile path . Boothill looks at Ashveil with an intensity that borders on intimidation, but the eldest Ranger likely knows it's no malice aimed to his person . Boothill has damage ; damage no one will ever be able to heal with condolences, no actions big enough to soothe that hatred .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ ain't no fuckin' shame fer what happened t' me . ❜ to any other individual, his tone would make them back away in submission, but this was mere barking to LA MANCHA . maybe it was the liquid burn of intoxication that brings this sudden anger out of his most unruly Ranger .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ i ain't tellin' ya 'cause i get a feeling yer gon' hold me back from doin' what needs t' be done . ❜ it was a bit uncharacteristic, this sudden display of fierce independence, like suddenly the coyote needs to puff up his fur & make himself look bigger, scarier, to the wolf .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ ain't no fuckin' use crying 'bout what's been lost t' nobody no more . it's time fer action . it's time to kill that fucker, an' i'll do it even if ya tell me not to, boss . even if it ends up with me dead. ❜

@vanagander.

          “   flattery will get you nowhere here, la mancha.   ”

puppeteer though they tried with dan feng, the preceptors often tried to undermine the relations the high elder made with other individuals of note. every member of the high cloud quintet had been met with a similar campaign to distance their dragon royalty from the so-called rift raff boarding the luofu, and la mancha was no different.

as always, the high elder moved with a manicured, clipped kind of grace, keeping slit-eyed from drifting towards where he knew two invisible preceptors blended into the foliage of the alchemy commission. the affectionate advances made in jest towards the other members of the quintet he ignored, but he had to admit the leader of the galaxy rangers was quite fast with his moves. the way he swept dan feng’s hand into his own had been seamless, and halfway through the elder reaching for something else, a tool, something that slipped his mind the second he felt the other’s had beneath his own, lips atop his knuckles and uncaring for the way the imbibitor lunae’s gloves did nothing to conceal his talons. yet he took them in stride, la mancha unaffected by how the tiny, almost invisible micro expressions upon dan feng’s countenance had turned from neutral to stern in a second.

and yet, whether it was out of confusion for social ettiquette or a surprising lack of disdain for the man, dan feng did not remove his hand from the hunter’s grip.

          “   are there not better targets in which to indulge in your blandishments ? i can assure you that while your wiles might have an affect on the lofty dreamer baiheng, or that arrogant fool yingxing, i am not so easily convinced. if you’re in need of my services, speak plainly.    ”

spots to kiss.