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I like to think Hwei is plagued with visions but in a way where at some point his magic makes them manifest in reality. Atleast its very pretty but also how do you feel about having that person who he claims visits him during work suddenly manifest and its definitely human shaped but not human...

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Alain contemplates the Art of Hwei around him, amazed, then turns back to him, with a shy expression. -- Sir, I love your paintings, please tell me, What happenned in your life that made your art look like this?--

Golden eyes shifted to a hue of purple and blues, swirling like water draining into the dark abyss of his pupils as his rather tired eyes turned to the voice. Pale lips curling into a rather polite smile – how was one to know what Hwei had gone through with such an innocent question?

The paintings in question were brilliantly done, he didn’t remember much of the process. Just the feeling of drowning in a thick liquid. His lungs feeling choked, — his hands moved on their own sculpting with blots of ink the vision which plagued his memories with its disgusting visage. The dream becoming reality on canvas.

Eyes turned toward the piece the man stood in front of. — It was tall, mixed with dark black and red. The backround was a cascade of red, a waterfall which ended with a deeper darker shade stained with black. As if the fresh flow had coagulated itself at the botom of the frame into pearls of gelatinous fluid. The main focus of the piece … was a lotus, its petals pristine white. Like a fine ivory which reflected with an iridescence of vibrant welcoming colors. Unstained by the horrors which is floated in. Despite its delicate appearance, the stem and roots which grew from its stalk was twisted and rotten. Black, writhing thorned roots choking the life out from underneath its delicate petals. Mixing its thorned tentacles into the blood and pearls as if it were greedily feasting itself on the gore which it settled so comfortably in.

… There was no recollection of emotion that Hwei was feeling. Despite its visage, the petals of this lotus were painted with care. No matter how assaulting the background was, Hwei took great consideration to keep its petals free of any corruption. It was not stained pink, it never was blotted with black ink. Yet the horrors which it was encompassed was kept at a seperate entity. Never touching its beauty. Pristine. Perfect.

“I have taken accounts of many during my travels in Ionia. Their troubles are recollection of the past. Regardless of what they have suffered, grown from the pain they were left with. From the bleak tar – the mud, they remained beautiful.”

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❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜

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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 was a moment of silence as Hwei contemplated the question. Although his spiritual belief was prevalent due to Ionian customs, he never really thought about it to a full extent. Thin fingers curled on his chin and colorful eyes stared ahead. Pondering the question internally before he spoke carefully.

"My masters used to tell stories of ghosts and spirits who wandered around Ionia during certain hours of the days. I never once doubted them, firsthand have I seen spirits dip in and out of the dense forest. Although they are more of the mystical kind rather than what mainlanders consider 'ghosts'. I've read stories of how they view the undead and how they are always evil. I almost pity the ones who are kind and simply trapped here." he frowns slightly.

"I could not imagine being forced to walk the world when you have done nothing to deserve fates ire. But from what I recall the custom here is to do as much good as you can to absolve yourself spiritually before death. So that you may break your tethers of this realm and pass on peacefully without worry. Although many do consider this the old ways of religious beliefs. It was something that I grew up on to respect those who are already gone from the world. I am curious in what you practice to free yourself of worry. Curses and hauntings were always a popular superstition."

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🐝  *  ―  𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

❛  are you always so competitive?  ❜ ❛  are you okay? are you hurt?  ❜ ❛  are you sure you can do this on your own?  ❜ ❛  are you thinking what i'm thinking?  ❜ ❛  can you go take care of this, please?  ❜ ❛  can you show me how to fight?  ❜ ❛  can you tell me more about your adventures?  ❜ ❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜ ❛  do you ever think about anyone other than yourself?  ❜ ❛  does it really have to be like this?  ❜ ❛  don't you think you've already done enough damage for one day?  ❜ ❛  has no one ever given you a compliment before?  ❜ ❛  have i ever told you how beautiful you look in the glow of the moonlight?  ❜ ❛  have you noticed anything different about me lately?  ❜ ❛  haven't you ever wondered why i never talk about my childhood?  ❜ ❛  how can you just go to sleep like nothing happened?  ❜ ❛  how many more people have to suffer before you realize your madness?  ❜ ❛  is there anything else i can do for you?  ❜ ❛  is this really how you want this to end?  ❜ ❛  isn't it ironic?  ❜ ❛  what are your plans for today?  ❜ ❛  what else do you want me to say?  ❜ ❛  what else have you hidden from me?  ❜ ❛  what happened here? where is all that smoke coming from?  ❜ ❛  what has happened in your life that made you like this?  ❜ ❛  when were you going to tell me?  ❜ ❛  where are we supposed to go from here?  ❜ ❛  who will be able to stop them now?  ❜ ❛  why can't you just act like a normal person?  ❜ ❛  why can't you just leave me alone?  ❜ ❛  why can't you just stay focused?  ❜ ❛  why does everything always have to be so complicated?  ❜ ❛  why should i believe you now when you've told nothing but lies?  ❜ ❛  why won't you just tell me what i did wrong?  ❜ ❛  will it ever stop hurting so much?  ❜ ❛  will you go out on a date with me?  �� ❛  will you just shut up and kiss me already?  ❜ ❛  will you please text me when you get home safely?  ❜ ❛  you're completely out of your element here, aren't you?  ❜

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@tealbeats : “ITS GOOD STOP JUDGING ME”

He side-eyes the other, taking a long gentle sip from his cup of warm tea. There is judgment in the silence, but he dares not say anything.

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“Perhaps some of us are... too carefree about what we put in our bodies..”

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A small chuckle leaves the painter as he listens to Ezreal complain about his problems, although it wasn't something that he minded- truly. He just thought it was rather funny that at most, Ezreals life was slightly inhibited by the existence of Sett. Who would do nothing but harmless little pranks. If anyone outside their conversation heard the volume of Ezreals voice and how panicked he was - they would have possibly assumed that Sett had stolen a sum of money or something much more severe. Although, considering how much Hwei knew that Ezreal spent on these figurines. Eating a piece would be exactly like stealing a sum of money to the popstar. Perhaps even worse if he had decided to eat more than one fragment.

"It sounds like he eats plastic frequently with how you delivered that story, Ezreal." There's a swipe of Hweis fingers against his tablet before he locked the screen, pulling one of the gloves off his hands to fully turn to the other. Giving him his full attention. The tiredness of his eyes contrasting the lively scattered vibrancy of Ezreals as he flailed around helplessly telling his story. Their movements was like watching a typhoon crash against the calm of a cliffside that couldn't be bothered by it's disruption. Spare for a small breeze that disturbed the flowers that sprouted from the cliffs edge. 

Hwei tucks his hair behind his ear, leaning against the palm of his hand as he sighs to himself. Melting into the comfort of his hand as his body slumped slightly. Weight leaning into the limb that supported him as he settled more into the conversation. No longer occupied by his work.

"Where is he anyways? You two are usually around each other most of the time. Glued at the hip." 

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“Wh—HUH!? NO!! I don’t LET him, he just DID it!!” A groan leaves the more animated of the two as he slumps back on his chair with another heavy sigh, head tilted backward in his clear defeat. Most wouldn’t see the two of them together and assume they were close—Hwei was much more quiet than Ezreal was, and Ezreal was loud enough for a whole group of people. Still, through all of Hwei’s help and tips about Ezreal’s secret little model building hobby, he was glad to have someone to talk to about it who wouldn’t look at him weird.

After a moment he leans forward; arms curled upon the table and chin resting on them as he huffs. “He asked to help!! I said ‘yeah sure, pass me that piece’ and get a muffled ‘I can’t’ and then next thing I know it’s because he ATE IT! Don’t blame it on me dude, I didn’t let him do SHIT!” His gaze falls back to his phone as it rested on the table, slowly flicking through it.

“I gotta pick another model to build…”

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something disgusting runs through him , all sickening glee & gore tearing teeth. however, this time the result is friendlier, when teeth sinks into the meat of hwei's arm it's in greeting.

@reaptm 

He stood there frozen, arm in the others jaws. Mouth slightly gaped as a small "ah-" was all that left his throat. He barely had time for introductions, like a blur it happened so fast. The room seemed to freeze as Hweis eyes stared down at the other, hues dancing in his eyes as a mixture of emotions conflicted in his brain. -Only for him to give a dry laugh. The noise was surprising, it wasn't something that Hwei expected out of himself. He would have screamed as if he were being murdered, or perhaps he would have yelped in surprise at the sudden feeling of the flesh of his arms being held between the others teeth. Of all the reactions, he simply laughed. Eyes flickering a golden hue mixed with red, as his free hand came up to pet the others head. Digits running against his surprisingly soft braided hair as his arm was held like a twig in a canines jaws.

"I thought Zeds disciples were a bit more... mmm, subtle and mysterious with their introductions?"

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There is a pause as Hwei removes his brush from the canvas. His eyes flicking upwards to glance at his work before setting down the brush with a soft click of wood against the easel. A hue of colors dances in his eyes as he slowly turns to face his new unexpected audience.

“Forgive me for not noticing you sooner. I am often lost in my work.” his hands gingerly retrieve fabric, wringing it through his fingers to clean excess ink and paint from his digits as he smiles warmly.

“Come in please. It isn’t often I recieve visitors.”

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“So like, here I am, waiting for like, WEEKS!!! For this package to come In dude, and it does, right? It’s a Premium Limited Perfect Grade Trans-Am Raiser—just LOOK AT THIS THING!” Ezreal fumbles with his phone, pulling up the online images of the Gundam, yet, not the one he built…

“It was like. $500! And I was holed up in my room working on it, and Sett shows up and asks what I’m doing, and I show him—AND THEN HE EATS ONE OF THE PIECES. ONE OF THE PIECES OF MY $500 PREMIUM LIMITED PERFECT GRADE TRANS-AM RAISER. ITS NOT PERFECT GRADE ANYMORE. I could build other ones like…” he flips through his phone again.

“The MG 1/100 RX-78-2…or the Perfect Grade Unicorn Gundam 03 Phenex Narrative Version….but man, I was so excited about the Trans-Am Raiser—and I can’t be mad at the big guy bc he has those BIG DUMB EYES…” he gives a heavy sigh. “Whatever, I guess…”

Well, when the popstar said he wanted to talk he wasn’t expecting... this. He pulled off his headphones and paused his music just to have Ezreal go one about how much he loved his model building. Although, Hwei understood the passion behind the work. He appreciated that Ezreal once and a while asked for tips about painting some details on when he was unsure of the rpocess. Which had budded into a friendship built up on the agony of painting minitures and models. Although, regardless, both of the men were satisfied at the finished projects and frequently posted and shared pages to each other.

But to hear all of whatever Ezreal was going on about left his speechless. His eyes slightly wider than normal and mouth slightly open as he tries to find words in response to knowing that his boyfriend eats the pieces to his Gundam models. Although there had to be a reason or a way for the large to so nonchalantly eat a piece of plastic without knowing. Unless Ezreal just let him eat plastic? Was Sett like a dog?

“You let your boyfriend eat plastic?” he says, regardless of the conversation in contrast to Ezreals bouce. Hwei was rather soft-spoken and less animated.

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{ Sorry, I’m back now by the way! I missed writing thie guy a lot teehee! May I have a like if you’re still interested? }

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a gloved hand grips hwei’s wrist, taut and firm. looming over the visionary. jhin fixes a stare ‘pon the other, lips tugging in a fine smirk.

Drawn into his work Hwei takes no mind to Jhin until the man is upon him. His eyes dart down at the hand stopping his wrist before glancing up towards the fellow artist. A soft huff escapes his lips as his eyes swirl in a hue of pinks and gold before darting elsewhere.

Color blooms on his sharp pale cheeks as Jhin continues his grip, but that isn’t what was making Hwei blush. No, it was that small small that twisted the corners of the virtuoso lips that flustered him. “Jhin- I... wasn’t expecting to see you here. I assumed you were speaking with others.” his voice soft, a whisper as if he spoke any louder prying eyes would turn to them and invade their space.

The sight of Jhin did the unthinkable to Hwei, it made him feel. In the way his masters have scolded him to not allow in so many years of his own life. But here... alone... the two of them in the studio. Hwei could finally express himself outwardly without the scorn of the elders dampening out the waves of emotion that was brought to the surface. Which was made evident when the paint on the canvas he worked on bloomed with color and life. Small flowers sprouting from the drying layers of paint as if breaking through a drought-ridden muddy wasteland. Their roots intertwined within the cracks that formed as they sprouted.

“...You can let go of my hand now. I promise I wont run away if that is what you worry of.”

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{ I'm aware I'm missing some threads, I am STARING at the drafts as we speak, just haven't had much luck finding the oomph to rp... caught up with DRAWING! }

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Little drawings

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wow.... paint

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Some Hwei thoughts

Hwei showing clear signs of sociopathy is so good i cant. For notes, sociopathy is mental disorder that doesnt turn off his empathy, but his moral compass is broken, and hes prone to erratic behaviour, mood swings (cries upon killing enemy), and is a result of life he lead and his mental problems not being acknowledged and treated so they festered till disaster bloomed. He is written in a way that Jhin is the answer to what happens if Hwei forsakes his kindness. And most importantly, Hwei isnt an innate good person who got traumatized. He had this struggle inside himself before meeting Jhin, he almost killed his masters and with terror of this, he also felt curiosity and awe at the power held. And now he CHOOSES to be kind and fights intrusive thoughts that are far more destructive than that usual person experiences. And the best thing about this? Jhin ultimately has weaker willpower than Hwei. Jhin is not capable to overcome his desire to kill, its not his purpose. its his addiction. Jhin would fail Illaois test of will because he cant move on from his klling urges. Jhin cant overcome his addiction, Hwei can. However badly Jhin hurts Hwei he cant turn Hwei into himself, because Hwei already defeated him where it matters.