Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Photo
Xayah & Rakan in Everything Goes On ✨
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵, 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵, 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦!
rhythmwithin 一一一 private and selective writing sideblog for the most charming battle-dancer. intended for adult audiences only, as mature and dark themes are present. follows will come from weavewithin. guidelines from the main blog.
dancing with 一一一 vastayah
0 notes
Text
𝘟𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘩, 𝘟𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘩, 𝘟𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘩. T𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦-𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢.
Her spirit has slowly opened up to him, like the layers of an unraveling flower's petals, each row towards the core softer and more delicate. A rebel, a fighter, a defender, a traveler -- she draws upon such fierce strength, seemingly tirelessly. Many think that her rage and hatred have corroded and tarnished the good, tragically trapping her. At times, she is so wholly consumed by her thirst for retribution that her talons seem only the mediators of twisted cruelty, but Rakan sees the truth. Time with the raven has granted a vantage point into her vulnerable center, almost buried beneath all the anger and sorrow -- but it is still there, bright as all the magic in the wilds. She cares, so dearly.
In her heart's heart resides a love that sometimes glimmers in the gold of her gaze, her home and people ingrained in the landscape of her soul. She loves to be wild and free and Lhotlan, and Rakan feels his worn heart moved, that old instrument bursting into a song like its strings were new and it had never known an audience. It makes him wonder whether he ever understood that heart of his before.
Xayah is nothing like the plethora of humans and Vastaya alike whom the battle-dancer has desired. She deserves much higher than honeyed words or eager touches, things Rakan isn't sure he's capable of offering. She is so much more than a spell or a night's passion -- a calling, something divine embodied in the flesh, shining a light akin to a star in the dark. She has made the boisterous bard into a humble squire.
" Xayah, " he says carefully. " I can tell you're tired. " He chooses his words delicately, even as they seem a sore understatement given the raven's exhausted disposition. He's well aware of how determined and dedicated the raven is in everything she considers her mission.
" It's my turn to take watch. You'll be sharper for the rest. " His hand, apprehensive but so magnetized, lands atop her shoulder. There is such adoration in his voice as he adds, " -- twice as deadly. " His palm is swift to leave the raven's shoulder, wishing not to overstay its welcome, or to be burnt by allure. 一 @vastayah
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
" whoa there, darling. got them ears again. "
the way he gazes at her, it's clear there's not a single thought inside his head.
" 'nother round? "
@rhythmwithin *makes out with him till his ears bleed*
1 note
·
View note
Text
“…when the world felt dark and scary, love could whisk you off to go dancing; laughter could take some of the pain away; beauty could punch holes in your fear.”
— Emily Henry, Beach Read
6 notes
·
View notes