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rhythmwithin · 11 months ago
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Xayah & Rakan in Everything Goes On ✨
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rhythmwithin · 11 months ago
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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
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rhythmwithin · 11 months ago
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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
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rhythmwithin · 1 year ago
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" 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*
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rhythmwithin · 1 year ago
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“…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
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