#✧ ── 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐎 : ​ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ...ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

"You must know, that many days ago I was smitten by the arrow of your love and that I tried with all my might to conceal the wound." - Tarhos @ Haru medieval

── 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ── MEDIEVAL VERSE

"Mmm, you didn't do a very good job of it, my Fair Knight,"

The maiden chides, but accepts the small cornflower presented infront of him regardless. It is a little dot of color over the neutral landscape of Tarhos' form, his hands rough with scars and dirt - yet they held the flower's stem as though he were cradling communion. Somehow he sees the entirety of their love in the moment when his hands cups under Tarhos', two injured individuals trying to lift something beautiful into the sun.

"Even in our first night together I saw the way your eyes traced along the curved bow of my lip - and how they flitted away once I noticed. Oh my, are your cheeks beginning to redden? You really are a sweet man, my love, a man I am overjoyed to be able to call such a gorgeous beau my husband - "

He observes the pools of Tarhos' eyes for a moment longer, willing to drown and lose himself in their azure hue - until he reserves himself into lowering towards the dirt and grass below. He rises with an equally teeny flower - yellow and bright - and presents it to Tarhos,

"Never conceal that wound again, beloved, I've supped its honeyed flavor for too long to go without it now."

#ℍ𝔸ℝ𝕌𝕂𝕆 ℕ𝔸𝕂𝔸𝕊𝕆ℕ𝔼 ... 【 ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴍᴀɪᴅᴇɴ 】 #✧ ── 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐎 : ​ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ...ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. #Tarhos the Rizzler™ #ic #rp #verse: medieval #bells of black sunday #simple people with simple lives and simple love #theyre just so cute #AAAAAAAAAAAA

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For both: 🎶Do they have a type? 😡What are their deal breakers? 👫Do they display affection in public? What about in private?

✧ ── 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

ℝ𝕆𝔹𝕀ℕ 𝔸. 𝔹𝔸𝕌𝔻𝔼𝕃𝔸𝕀ℝ𝔼

🎶Do they have a type?

── I genuinely do not think it is any suprise when I say that Robin is attracted to less-than-ideal people in terms of the standards of the general populice. Robin is attracted to people he finds interesting and 98% of the time that means they're most likely willing to do some bizarre or messed up shit. His two ships both have people like this involved, Danny Johnson being a journalist serial killer who delights in bringing misery just so he can spice up "boring lives", and Vladimir vol Kalah Heigaari being a batshit hemomancer who's like 4000 years old and maybe a single step from a god. Robin searches not only for strange, and dangerous, quirks - but he's also very aware that he needs a partner who will encourage him and his pursuits; someone to stick beside him always. His time in Zaun (and wherever he was equivalent to Zaun in other verses) taught him to be resilient and to guard his heart from almost everyone around him - figuratively and literally - he does not trust easy. When that trust is forged it is on purpose and a calculated risk he decides to take for his lover - its a great depth that he could easily drown in - and he expects that same loyalty and vulnerability in return. It creates an amazingly deep connection for the relationships he DOES have. In terms of physical - Robin legitimately could not care less as long as they bathe.

😡What are their deal breakers?

── Robin is the most important person in his life; anything that will abuse him (mentally or physically) is an automatic "no" and he will leave without worry. Following off of this he has a very troubling relationship with his own autonomy after making the deal with Abel - and he is extremely protective of it. If a lover were to threaten that independence I imagine he would make quick work of removing himself from the situation; he wil be no one's slave. Robin will also accept no form of infidelity; once it happens its over - they will no longer be his problem or his lover since they have obviously chosen to unionize with another.

👫Do they display affection in public? What about in private?

── Once Robin is used to being able to touch someone his body reveals that he's been touch starved since before he even died - and now its all layering up and results in Robin being ridiculously clingy and physically touchy. If he can hold his lovers hand, he can - he spends nearly every break in modern verse with Danny - and is happy to carry Vladimir in his bat form too. Although I suppose this is moreso fine around strangers, he's a bit more hesitant around professional settings and around people he actually knows. In private he won't stop touching and being near his partner, I'm so sorry but also not really - he will stick to his partner until he smells like them. He is touch starved and loves kisses, hugs, snuggles - and its stupidly sweet given his usual pragmastism.

ℍ𝔸ℝ𝕌𝕂𝕆 ℕ𝔸𝕂𝔸𝕊𝕆ℕ𝔼

🎶Do they have a type?

── Haruko is a relatively normal person and he has pretty basic needs when it comes to the people he enjoys; honest, mature, and affectionate - he isn't asking a lot like Robin. Granted this doesn't mean at all that Haru is interested in a lot of people, it takes him time to actually care about someone enough to even want to sleep with them. This may seem a bit off course since he did have a few flings - but going into a deeper relationship with him takes time despite the simple desires he has. He also, despite his own preening, doesn't particularly care what his partner looks like - their features will become attractive to him the closer he gets. He's just very lucky that Tarhos has such pretty eyes and is like - a foot taller than him. Ok. Maybe he likes tall people.

😡What are their deal breakers?

── The obvious ones; no abuse, don't be a douchebag - that sort of stuff. But he also comes with an extremely large bag of trauma that focuses around his sexuality and sexual pleasure; in short he did not have a good time with a previous partner. That being said he is still learning how to actually love himself and if Tarhos, for some ... reason?, was ever pushing him or trying to coerce him when he wasn't in the mood - that would pretty much tank his opinion of his boyfriend. He also expects respect not only for HIMSELF but for his family - unlike Robin (in modern at least) he actually loves his family and holds them in very high regard. Disrespecting his sister and/or mother will result in him very quickly dropping his partner, he might be a bit more lenient with teasing Hina but his mom? No.

👫Do they display affection in public? What about in private?

── Oh yeah, Haru absolutely loves being kissy and gross in public with Tarhos - he doesn't care who's watching he loves his boyfriend and will happily show it. The issue is when Tarhos actively returns it or shows the same enthusiasm or flirtations; this drives Haru to become pretty flustered pretty fast. Its weird being a siren usually and then having your own pretty lines thrown right back. Between this and private not much actually changes; he will be a bit more inclined to lean into deeper and more vulnerable conversation though - he doesn't want the world to see him fold but he will happily do it for Tarhos.

#ℝ𝕆𝔹𝕀ℕ 𝔸. 𝔹𝔸𝕌𝔻𝔼𝕃𝔸𝕀ℝ𝔼 ... 【 ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ-ᴇʏᴇᴅ ᴍᴀɢᴇ 】 #ℍ𝔸ℝ𝕌𝕂𝕆 ℕ𝔸𝕂𝔸𝕊𝕆ℕ𝔼 ... 【 ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ 】 #mun speaks #✧ ── 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐎 : ​ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ...ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. #✧ ── 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐁𝐈𝐍 : ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ? #✧ ── 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 : ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʀɪᴍꜱᴏɴ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ. #𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 #witches and weirdos

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

Staring at Tarhos "He has the look of a depressed english professor and the soul of a whore." - Aita @ Haru

#crackery #bells of black sunday #hi #✧ ── 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐎 : ​ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ...ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ.

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✧ ─ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒 ─ ✧ ℍ𝔸ℝ𝕌𝕂𝕆 ℕ𝔸𝕂𝔸𝕊𝕆ℕ𝔼 ... 【 ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴄʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀᴡɴ 】 - ʟᴇᴀɢᴜᴇ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

── "𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒."

I know its been a while since I've done one of these but bear with me; I've been thinking quite heavily upon the fact that I use a lot of religious references within my writing with Haru, particularly in his league verse with @bells-of-black-sunday's Tarhos - and I don't think I've ever went into detail about how literal it is. When its said that Haru worships the ground Tarhos walks on and sees him as a God ...

It's 100% literal;

Haruko legitimately views Tarhos as a fallen ancient God who has given him the power and influence to save his country, his people, and drive out an invasive pest that threatens to destroy everything he holds dear. This is largely due to the timing in which they met; they did not meet on the first day of the Noxian invasion - Tarhos was on the Northern coast of Bahrl and Haruko was on the Southern coast when the invasion began. Before the war began Haru lived in relative peace with his family and his community, a 300 year old Vastaya who did not drive a lot of conflict and was happy with his little life. Within the first few weeks of the invasion Haruko lost all of that, his community was gassed, his family was killed, and he could not defend any of it - the best he could do was heed his mother's warnings and flee to the North. He stewed in his mind for weeks on end that were filled with nothing but misery, carnage, and the desecration of life - and not a single GOD answered his prayers.

He prayed to the Spirit, to the Gods of Targon he'd heard whispers of, to the Sun, the Moon, and not once did he receive any sort of solace from the laceration of his homeland. Not only that but the farther North he went the more whispers of how Karma, the Kinkou, and many others were opting for peace - which destroyed Haru's faith in his own fellow man too. The leaders and spiritual guides of Ionia were cozy up on the mainland, they couldn't even begin to imagine the horrors taking place on the island and how the Epool River had become like Styx with how many corpses were floating in its once sacred waters. Seeing the Wuju temples destroyed is what finally sent him to flee to the Mainland to try and escape the waking HELL that was the active conquest of Bahrl. His grief was insurmountable, his very soul quaking with the very Land's screams of torture as Guardian tree's were burned and its people ransacked, killed, and used like trophies.

Haruko's spirit had cracked violently by the time he met Tarhos, and it was by mere chance that Haru's spear was knocked away on a coastal assault just before he was about to leave; and it was chance that the Noxian fleet's churning motors knocked the Dakrin weapon free. When he saw a blade of sanguine within the pools he wasn't thinking about if it would harm him, he was only thinking about how it would block the next sword thrusting at him. The moment his fingers wrapped around the hilt he was immediately invaded; his mind instantly boiling with a poison stew as he saw inside of the mind of a Darkin. He almost lost himself but through sheer force of will he pushed Tarhos' being down into submission in his mind and suddenly - the Noxians within his path were falling like flies. The blade absorbed the filth and viscera, and once it had gained enough strength; it spoke to him ... and answered him. This bloodthirsty, screaming God locked within a sword was the only thing to have EVER answered him and show him its barest power by allowing Haru to litter the beach with bodies without earning a single scratch.

Gods, for most of history, were not loving and benelovent beings, they were explanations for carnage, horrors of nature, and the unknown - beings that stood upon the pinnacle of existence and stewed within the bowls of the pit of terror inconceivable by the mortal mind. This act in and of itself, to be able to steal the lives away of so many without consequence - Haruko was in awe, nothing else could possibly explain in his mind what had just happened but divinity. Given his life and origins Haru never had any education on Darkin, they didn't concern him and he didn't even know they existed since his village was small and he's never left Ionia. All he knew is that finally something had answered him.

Even so, once this was all over Haru was able to put the weapon down, but the connection remained and the Vastayan was given a choice - Tarhos was impressed enough by his bravery that he didn't dominate Haruko when he was vulerable again after the fight. He could leave Tarhos behind on this ship and doom someone else to become his vessel or ... he could pick the blade back up and drink down the blood within it; to gain power like he felt on the beach, to never have to be alone and scared ever again. The choice was easy to Haru; the war was still raging and he saw well enough into the Darkin's soul as well to know that Tarhos was much more than what he appeared to be, both mentally and the physical shape he took. After weeks of disassociating Haru's second grasp of Tarhos awoke his mind and reconnected every bit of him back together again; his essence and his physical form had never felt so connected. Himself and Tarhos were present in every muscle twitch and pump of blood in his veins, he felt strong for the first time since the invasion began.

Now able to control his fate and with the power of a God in his soul, Haruko finally had security; his faith to Tarhos a stepping stone into a higher plane that will allow him to grasp all of his dreams with the right amount of effort. Even ones that seemed impossible before. The Darkin had already proven his loyalty and honorable nature to Haruko and the Vastayan found it easy to trust him, its difficult to not trust someone after seeing every corner of their mind and sensing their very existence in every waking moment of your life. Tarhos proved that he could answer Haruko's prayers and this is what drives Haru to actively search and find a proper Vessel for conquest. As a showing of his dedication to Tarhos, Haruko is even willing to go so far as to cut down one of the most powerful creatures in Ionia for Tarhos to take over; A Dragon. Not even this act caused a flicker of doubt in his mind; watching that noble creature be cracked to bits was one of the most pleasurable visions he'd ever seen - he'd finally be able to hold his other half and gaze upon his God within a more fitting vessel. It is a symbolic ceremony that relinquishes Haruko's commitment to the peaceful calls of Ionian leadership and places his resolve in something that has given and offered him not only a way to rest his mind and a forever companion, but means to exact revenge on those who have hurt him.

At a shallow looking it does appear to be quite Not Good™ with how Haruko will and does listen to Tarhos for guidance, he holds the Darkin's opinions even above his own at times and does allow himself to be convinced of things he might not have been before. A key example of this is his treatment of Noxians vs Ionians; his countrymen are treated kindly and even in cases of @deathdxnces he takes people under his wing - his personality calms and he lacks the same ferocity. This even extends to @deathfxnds, who, while born Noxian, Haru does not see as one - perhaps thinking that the Darkin God Kayn wields has equally cleansed his soul of his weaker limitations. Haru's incredibly brutal treatment of Noxians is both an influence of Tarhos own carnality as well as the Vastayan's seething hatred towards what was made of his people and home; the Darkin bond between the two of them brews up something truly malicious. Tarhos and Haruko are both now above what normal people are capable of, The Ascended are Gods and Haruko has been chosen to merge with one - thus making him close to one as well; and his hatred of Noxians alongside this new power has turned them into insects in his mind. He's completely dehumanized them, and he's content - even pleased - to be the one able to bathe in their blood.

Haruko has also greatly influenced Tarhos - this isn't a simple case of one taking over the other, its a perfect 50/50 split of corruption; they are one soul split into two bodies. The Darkin's view of mortals has even shifted due to the Vastayan's influence, Haru has never necessarily cared for mortals, but instead tends to view them as stumbling children who need guidance. He didn't have any urges for slaughter before the war and the ones he currently holds are saved for Noxians - and this is shown in how Tarhos specifically targets Noxians for feedings; he'll avoid Ionians. The Darkin is at ease in Ionia because of Haru's own feelings towards his home - neither of them are trying to sway the other in anyway or change them; they exist as a melting pot of two lives, much akin to the Kindred. Somehow even if Haru's physical form was destroyed, he would just end up trapped with Tarhos back in that blade - but at least now they would have eachother to keep company with in the dark.

#𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒 #ℍ𝔸ℝ𝕌𝕂𝕆 ℕ𝔸𝕂𝔸𝕊𝕆ℕ𝔼 ... 【 ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴄʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀᴡɴ 】 #✧ ── 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐎 : ​ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ...ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. #mun speaks #verse: league #hi guys its been a minute since i wrote any studies but #this has been eating at me for hours so i had to get it out #i would have kept going but i was #getting a bit ahead of myself #and going off topic #i just care about haru and his relationships alot #and i think its important to have that information public for him #considering a lot of the topics surrounding him can get p dark #anyways I dont need to become mars in the tags #bells of black sunday #deathdxnces #deathfxnds #his relationships with irelia and kayn also are really interesting to me #irelia because it shows his maturity and strength of character #kayn because it shows a darker and more twisted side #also i KNOW he talks to Rhaast #I know he does

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The darkin's claws gently run over Haru's skin, tracing every dip, curve, and scar until he suddenly sneezes as the bar is pressed through his septum. He shakes his head sniffing before glancing to Haru trying not to laugh though he knew he could not hide his amusement from the bird, "Sorry love." Still he moved to peer at his own reflection, admiring the ring that now adorned his beak as if it were a wedding band. There was something so... beautiful about it? How it reminded him of his former glory.

Tarhos's eyes fall half lidded leaning into the vastaya's touch again. It was almost bizzare how a creature like him could hold so much love and adoration in one look. His fins fall and it almost seems like he isn't going to speak before he coos and opens his teeth, "....I love you." His voice is so soft, meek even as if those words weren't meant for anyone to hear yet they're so limiting for the emotions that swell his heart and fill his head, but at least Haru would understand.

── 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ── LEAGUE VERSE

"There you go, my Bull, deep breath in and - "

The needle swiftly stabs through the soft muscle of Tarho's nose, the Vastayan quick to slide a beautifully adorned ring in its place. The hot puff of air sends his ears pinning downward in preparation for something wet to hit him - but the sensation never comes and he opens his pale eyes just in time to catch the way his husband chittered and chirped in amusement. Haruko's ears flick forward once more as he reminds his hands to instead bring them to the branch below him, gripping to eagerly swing down and land beside the river's edge. His feathers flutter in pride; he's placed it perfectly upon Tarhos' features and picked a lovely band as well; the metal had been scooped out in various patterns - and it glimmers when Tarhos' head interrupts the ribbons of light dipping through the canopy.

His warm fingers cannot keep their distance for long though as he's quickly petting at Tarhos once more, strumming along the edges of his plates to allow his nails to curl upon the underside. His mane of curls nearly sparkle in the light as he reaches eagerly to cup his beloved's cheeks, himself nearly melting when Tarhos' relaxes low enough to gaze up to him. Warmth tingles the back of his mind as the two wordlessly acknowledge eachother, his very being becoming a pool to be filled with the gentle affections spilling from his lover's soul. It makes his heart pound and his cheeks flush, the words meet his ears like a summers breeze across his skin.

"I love you too."

#ℍ𝔸ℝ𝕌𝕂𝕆 ℕ𝔸𝕂𝔸𝕊𝕆ℕ𝔼 ... 【 ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴄʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀᴡɴ 】 #ic #rp #verse: league #bells of black sunday #✧ ── 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐎 : ​ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ...ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. #im so #fmkjngkjgfn

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

"Please stop saying I have a monster cock, my chickens are not monsters. They are very friendly and in good health." - Tarhos @ Haru monster verse

── 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ── MONSTER VERSE

The fox regards his husband with a curious gaze, his head cocking to the side whilst his ears flop under their own weight - a wicked little grin curling onto his petaled lips. Haruko lunges forward to shift into his spirit form, small paws trotting around his leg while the creature pressed his form close, chittering:

"It's a form of expression babe, it isn't regarding your chickens, its talking about your ... Well, I could show you later."

#ℍ𝔸ℝ𝕌𝕂𝕆 ℕ𝔸𝕂𝔸𝕊𝕆ℕ𝔼 ... 【 ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴍᴀɪᴅᴇɴ 】 #✧ ── 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐎 : ​ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ...ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. #ic #rp #verse: monster #bells of black sunday #NJFDKJKFNGK #suggestive tw #WHAT IS THIS SJFDJJKGN

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. " - Tarhos @ Haru

✧ ── 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 General warning for blood, violence, murder, death! MODERN VERSE

His grasp of Tarhos only loosens when the flustered man speaks again - finally recovering from what Haru assumes was a rising, steady path into an anxiety attack. He had seen it before: the way Tarhos' eyes had turned blank, as though he were stepping backwards into a tunnel of darkness ... away ... away ... so far that the world didn't exist anymore. Until his body was separate from his mind and everything warped into a stinging numbness - despite this lack of feeling, though, his breaths had jumped, his body tense - every bit of joy sapped away. Haruko had been quick to act and guide him away from the crowd over to the nearby park, finally coaxing him into sitting on a bench facing the lake. The song of birds, the whisper of trees, the call of the woods just across the water... every blaring noise replaced with nature's gentle symphony; a reminder of how simple life was meant to be.

Haru is shocked by how tender his voice becomes, as though he were unaware for himself to sound so ... serene, "...I can see that you are really frightened right now, but it's me, Haru. Look at me. You are safe with me, babydoll. Ain't nothing going to hurt you while I'm here." His fingers squeeze again as he leans in to press his forehead onto his lover's, dark pools reflecting nothing but loyalty and love, warmth present in every aspect of him. "We can take as long as you need, we can even go home ... Hell, this is already better than that damn festival - well, besides the anxiety and lack of chalupa stands." He laughs sweetly, the sound pure and rough as it bursts from his chest in two brief chuffs, eyes crinkling shut for a moment.

Once they open his head angles ever so slightly and his breath steadies with a lingering sigh, Tarhos looks so ... placid infront of him. The sheer visage of him in such a vulnerable state pulls his brows to furrow, he never wanted him to hurt again - and it broke his heart to see him suffer waking nightmares. Haruko slides closer to slot their bodies together along the edge of the bench, trying to use his body heat like a blanket, each finger finding their interlocking partner with Tarhos. Their shoes bump. The artist briefly regards how the colors of the leaves had begun to shift into purples, crimson, the forest a perfect copy of a setting sun ... Still, the beauty of the landscape does little to distract him and his gaze drifts back to Tarhos, "I'm here ... You're safe."

#ℍ𝔸ℝ𝕌𝕂𝕆 ℕ𝔸𝕂𝔸𝕊𝕆ℕ𝔼 ... 【 ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ 】 #✧ ── 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐎 : ​ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ...ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. #ic #rp #verse: modern #𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 #bells of black sunday #anxiety attack tw #god these two drive me fucking insane #im literally over here drowning in my feelings trying to make sense of how deeply I love these two #fnjknfgjkgnf #ughhh #IDKKKKK #THEYRE JUST #BITES KNUCKLES #SO SOFT #THEY DESERVE IT TOO #SERIOUSLY AAAA WHAT A PAIR AAAA #sorry spuk youre the outlet to my insanity #njnjknjkfvbjhdf

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[Tarhos to Haru ❤] - I'm bringing you lunch, I'm almost there

A quick text to let his boyfriend know he'd be stopping by, but it wasn't really like anything was going on at work today. He wasn't really needed there and he wasn't in any hurry either. Instead he parked his car next to Haru's and walked inside setting the take out he had gotten them on the counter. Something simple and easy that they both liked.

"I hope I'm not bothering you, but... I thought you might like the company. It's been a slow day."

── 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ── MODERN VERSE

The water feels cool on his hands as it cascades down the faucet, cleansing the soap from his bronzed hands, a sign of a job well done as he glanced over to his client. The young woman was admiring the covered work with awe and excitement, chirping to him like a happy bird while he finished washing up. Haruko tilts his head to the side with a pleased expression, warm like the sun in reaction to her joy - but all things had to come to an end as she then regarded her friends. It was always like that, first tattoos were special things - the beginning of a journey ... in a strange way. Soon again Haru is left alone in the shop once more, his palm caressing the top of Bonnie's head affectionately while he knelt infront of her, "You did a good job, keepin' her calm like that, ohhhh who's my pretty girl? Yes! It's you!"

His praise is quickly cut short when the phone bursts to like on his desk, he can practically see Bonnie rolling her eyes at the thought of her snuggle time being interrupted. The artist pushes himself off of the ground to pluck the receiver off of the hook and lean against the nearby wall, "Good afternoon, Haruko Nakasone, how can I help you?" His lips feel parched while the man on the other line begins to speak, quickly switching hands as to reach towards his desk's chapstick; his curiosity picques at the notice of a text message in his inbox - flagged for his lover. Black brows furrow as he hangs up the line with a quick 'goodbye' towards the inquiry and finally opens the text, sent 15 minutes ago. The young man scanned over the words ... A bounce in his step pushes him from the nearby wall, his palm caresses his cheek in delight at the message: it was something he had learned to not expect. But lately ... lately Tarhos had been so ... romantic. Little gifts, lunch here and there, movie nights - effort that made Haruko feel like a swooning schoolgirl.

His black curls jump when the bell chimes at the door and his husband catches him in such a dreamy position, his first reaction makes him nearly toss his phone into his desk with a light flinch. Something innocent flutters to Haru's face as his expression lightens into a shy grin, dark eyes crinkling in warm regards to the man infront of him - like a blossoming rose. The polite entrance catches him off guard, softening him with a shake of his head, "You're never a bother to me, babe - I ... I'm sorry I didn't answer, I had only just seen it. But ... " He begins his approach, "I'd love the company, it always gets slow 'round this time of day, everyone's off having coffee or taking a nap ... It's like the whole city decides to momentarily turn off." Haruko closes the space between them with a quick kiss, about to speak before Bonnie stuck her head out from around his hip to raise her paw to Tarhos.

"Haha, let me - let me get you a chair. And no no, you're always welcome at the shop I just ... I just don't want to interrupt you during your day, all up in your high rise office buildings. Plus, I'm dating you, you never bother me - I mean, you do but not when you do shit like this. Alright chief? You can stop by whenever you feel like it but..." he saunters back with his hair swaying from side to side, jumping sweetly when his back hit his desk, opting to instead sit on top of it. "I'd like it if you did..."

#ℍ𝔸ℝ𝕌𝕂𝕆 ℕ𝔸𝕂𝔸𝕊𝕆ℕ𝔼 ... 【 ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ 】 #ic #rp #verse: modern #bells of black sunday #✧ ── 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐎 : ​ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ...ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. #HARU IS SO #FUCKING CUTE #AAAAAAAAAAA

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🎵 🎶 🎼 - Tarhos and Haru

✧ ── 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐞

🎵 : SONG FOR HARUKO KING'S DEAD - KENDRICK LAMAR

And it's like that, lil' bitch MVP, I don't get no sleep, no, I don't like that, lil' bitch Bust that open, I want that ocean, yeah that bite back, lil' bitch Do it bite back, lil' bitch? Need two life jackets, lil' bitch I ain't gon' hold you, I ain't gon' press you, never control you I ain't gon' front you, keep it 100, I don't know you Boss like Top Dawg, bossed my life up, crossin' over Stutter steppin', got a Hall of Fame in all my posters

🎶 : SONG FOR TARHOS FLIGHTLESS BIRD, AMERICAN MOUTH - IRON & WINE

I was a quick wet boy Diving too deep for coins All of your straight light eyes Wide on my plastic toys Then when the cops closed the fair I cut my long baby hair Stole me a dog eared map And called for you everywhere

🎼 : SONG FOR BOTH YOU'RE MINE - DISTURBED

I've begun to realize That whenever I am with you You deliver me from the pain in my life Easy now to recognize All the misery I have been through It was beating me to submission 'Til the day you arrived Certainly, I felt alive Strength I had lost was revived I'm mending inside and we both know why 'Cause you're mine I knew I could be whole if you were mine I'll vanquish any foe because you're mine

#✧ ── 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐎 : ​ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ...ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. #music meme #bells of black sunday #i am so mgfjkgnfjgbfjgf #gnawing them with my teeth

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

Gently rocking Haru to wake him up, "If humans get butterflies in their stomachs do you think butterflies get humans in theirs?" - Tarhos league verse

═══ 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ═══ LEAGUE VERSE

Blueberry wine caressed his tongue as he lay within the temple walls, pleasurable chirps sounding from him as he watched Tarhos talk to several others, planning out the next recourse for Azir's empire. Haruko's ear cocked ever so slightly when he picked up the low rumble of his love's voice, enough to bring a smile upon his face while his eyes traced over several scriptures. Shurima did have such an interesting culture - to be able to make a man into something ever more powerful... It felt as though the sun disc was calling to him, to join Tarhos forever -

"Nnnghhh..." The Vastayan hissed lightly when he was prodded, obviously agitated by the attempt to move him from Tarhos' skin, "W-Wha...?" A snort until his eyelids lazily fluttered open, his vision somewhat blurred from sleep and nearly pitch black due to his diurnal vision. "Huh - ?" Haruko let the question absorb into him before his sharp eyes flicked to Tarhos with spousely disdain, "Tarhos...beloved, you woke me up from our pleasant dream for that? Lay back down and join me, you've no reason to think such silly things..." He huffed with an eyeroll before curling back up against the Darkin, silence...well, for a moment or two before:

"Wait do humans actually grow butterflies in their stomachs?"

#ic #rp #bells of black sunday #verse: league #ℍ𝔸ℝ𝕌𝕂𝕆 ℕ𝔸𝕂𝔸𝕊𝕆ℕ𝔼 ... 【 ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴄʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀᴡɴ 】 #✧ ── 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐎 : ​ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ...ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ.

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"Haru this cunt of a doctor you brought is utter shit, he didn't even check my humours the fool." - Tarhos @ Haru medieval-

═══ 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ═══ MEDIEVAL VERSE

Despite their unshared language, the aggression which Tarhos spat his words and Haru's reaction told the physician all he needed to know, and the man set down his pestle and mortar to shoot the retired Knight a sharp look. His wife sighed with a hang of his head, sucking in a deep breath as to not murder his husband upon one of the first years in his new home - his index and thumb pads pressing together while he lifted his head. Black curls framed around his jawline, various strands arching around the jewels and gold that adorned him. A moment of silence passed before his black eyes snapped open to glower at Tarhos as though staring daggers through him, screaming at him to shut his mouth.

He murmured something to the doctor, who rolled his eyes and began once more to grind the poppy seeds into a fine powder, speaking back to Haru in a language that Tarhos' ear was not quite used to. His cheeks flushed red and he waved his hand dismissively with a huff, "He's making you medicine to help you sleep, you should be thanking him," although he did sigh once more, deflating when the doctor spoke to him again, his cheeks beginning to burn wildly while the doctor questioned him. Haru answered back quickly, the deepest parts of his soul flustering entirely,

"He....He asked if you wanted any aphrodisiacs." A smile, "I'm tempted to say yes."

#ic #rp #bells of black sunday #verse: league #ℍ𝔸ℝ𝕌𝕂𝕆 ℕ𝔸𝕂𝔸𝕊𝕆ℕ𝔼 ... 【 ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴍᴀɪᴅᴇɴ 】 #✧ ── 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐎 : ​ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ...ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. #i legit #love them so much #holy FUCK #theyre a MARRIED COUPLE #IDCCCC #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

"Bingo." - Tarhos

✧ ── 𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐒 Are you Haru's Type?

"Heh, well no shit baby doll - " Dark eyes flicked downward towards the bingo card, noticing just how perfect it was as a strange and somewhat aching feeling filled his chest. It was as though something old and illustrious was calling to him, a tug upon the threads of his soul that he couldn't ignore. After a few moments he tucked a lock of inky hair behind his ear with a pleased sigh, "I'm not shocked - I....I feel like I've known you since the day I was born, maybe even before that." Ah, what kind of cheesy shit was he spewing now? Especially when he gazed upon his lover with shattering vision, his world splintering into thousands of lives that intertwined the both of them; as if the universe needed them to meet to keep turning.

His mind wandered back to the painting within the museum, that pretty woman's long hair... it almost seemed to frolic amongst the salt soaked wind, flavored by the very sea whose waves seemed to bow before his beauty, though no pleasure crossed his features as he gazed outwards in the direction of home. Home which now felt so foreign and far as the promise of unfulfilled joy consumed his very being, a bitter fate which he had paid for marked into reality by plank falling onto timber. Why did the open sea scare him more than a bloodied battlefield filled with the screams fo the suffering? Knives split the ropes, releasing sails which eagerly caught the tempest within their canvas. Before this time…long ago, those great sails would have been the victory banner of Christ, stitched together with angel's raiments and hoisted into the beautiful azure of the morning sky. Yet that covenant of hope was embittered, what would have once brought him joy had burned into ash on his tongue. Freedom and home…did they truly mean anything now with this burning fire within the cavern of his chest which only cried for one thing?

One simple, lovely thing that would be ripped from his hands the moment his foot stepped onto that ship. Why did his heart feel like it was tearing?

"I'm...talking weird shit again, my bad. Haha - " The maiden stepped forward to place a kiss upon his cheek, like he was planting a flower, "Congrats~ Want another kiss?"

#bingo baby #bells of black sunday #ic #rp #✧ ── 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐎 : ​ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ...ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

💔 - Tarhos @ Haru

✧ ── 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 4. A Bloody Kiss ═══ MEDIEVAL VERSE ═══

This was different from the usual clientele. Most of the time it felt as though the Guardia Compagnia was just a group of ruffians meant to haress and horrify the rural farmers into submission or burn down a home because a child stole a tossed away apple that had touched a lord's lips. As if that made it into gold. No no, this was for something else - the defense of a nearby city from an enemy mercenary group....paid enemies but nonetheless, it was odd though. Haru noticed how Tarhos seemed...tense with this sort of thing, perhaps he wasn't used to being on the defensive side and the idea of saving thousands of innocent people was all too bizarre. Either way he had been locked away with the other women, the safest place was down below where they could be executed before having any of their pride dashed away upon the city's possible loss.

Haruko though, naturally, had slithered his way out and was making his way through the castle to peer outside - his worst nightmares painting themselves to life in the flames and shadows below. Screams of misery and torment mixed with the ashes that rose above into the black abyss above. Even the stars were blackened out by the smog and he couldn't see his beloved below, he could barely see anyone through all of the mayhem. The maiden pulled back when he saw the barricade snap, skidding backwards into the stone wall with a horrified gasp - as though the air had been sucked from his lungs entirely. Had...Had they lost? He had no idea what was happening and when a horn sounded through the screams he found himself rushing down the steps, nearly tripping over his feet as he arrived in the main hall.

Thunderous stomps boomed throughout the corridors just beyond the threshhold of two oak doors, and the maiden pulled Tarhos' dagger from under his linens - he would not let himself be taken. Obsidian eyes darkened in determination when the doors finally did push their way open and a few knights shuffled in; tired, exhausted men who held the compagnia's banner. The maiden's gaze was transfixed on them until he saw a figure enter the throne room as though the man could have led all of the armies. Only then did the sudden cries of retreat from outside bleed into his mind and the realization dawned upon him; he saw with effervescent clarity when the knight, His Knight, removed his helmet to make his way over to his wife. His voice rang within the halls,

"The battle is over. We have won."

The dozens of eyes watching them both seemed to mean little to the Old Hound as he pushed through the various men to behold the majesty of his love; divine and clean from the slaughter and butchery right outside of the walls. Blood, sweat and grime meant nothing to Haru as he met his beloved halfway, falling completely into his embrace and kiss - relief washing over him as he held his husband. A few more kisses smudged across his cheeks as the adrenaline began to wane into pain and safety.

"Come...my love, I'll see to those wounds."

#ic #rp #verse: medieval #ℍ𝔸ℝ𝕌𝕂𝕆 ℕ𝔸𝕂𝔸𝕊𝕆ℕ𝔼 ... 【 ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴍᴀɪᴅᴇɴ 】 #✧ ── 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐎 : ​ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ...ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. #bells of black sunday #fucked up kissing meme #WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #IDK #IM SOFT FOR THEM #ALWAYS #blood tw

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

✏️ - Tarhos Haru

✧ ── 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑

Haruko: Tarhos, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right? Tarhos, naked in Haruko's bed: No, I absolutely do not. Haruko, already taking off their clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

──

Haruko: What are you in the mood for? Tarhos: World domination. Haruko: That's a bit ambitious. Tarhos: You are my world. Haruko: Aww... Tarhos: Haruko: Tarhos: Haruko: OH.

──

Tarhos: Hey, wanna take a shower with me? Haruko: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shoot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

#incorrect quotes generator #HAHAHAHA #bells of black sunday #i love them so much #✧ ── 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐎 : ​ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ...ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ.

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🔮 danbin and tarhos

✧ ── 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

ℝ𝕆𝔹𝕀ℕ 𝔸. 𝔹𝔸𝕌𝔻𝔼𝕃𝔸𝕀ℝ𝔼

🔮Do they believe in soul mates?

── Absolutely not. While Robin is a romantic and believes Danny is his second half he does not subscribe to the idea of fate being the reason for their connection. That is something the two of them crafted through hard work and dedication to eachother; to say it was just something that was supposed to happen feels like a slap in the face to all of their effort. Everything he has in his life is something he worked long and hard for and his relationship with Danny is one of his biggest prides - he'd be remiss to something else take all of their credit.

ℍ𝔸ℝ𝕌𝕂𝕆 ℕ𝔸𝕂𝔸𝕊𝕆ℕ𝔼

🔮Do they believe in soul mates?

── Haru's beliefs in this are waning and being pushed against constantly; despite his superstitions and trust in karm and bad luck - he doesn't think the world can forcibly push two people together. However when he looks into Tarhos' eyes he swears he can SEE a thousand lifetimes with him; good and bad - and that weirdness was only confirmed when he found a painting of himself from the 1390s. Commissioned by Tarhos Kovacs. Yeah, his beliefs are sort of up in the air now and he isn't sure what to feel. The only thing he can really do is keep looking for answers so he can make a proper choice.

#ℝ𝕆𝔹𝕀ℕ 𝔸. 𝔹𝔸𝕌𝔻𝔼𝕃𝔸𝕀ℝ𝔼 ... 【 ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ'ꜱ ᴀᴅᴠᴏᴄᴀᴛᴇ 】 #ℍ𝔸ℝ𝕌𝕂𝕆 ℕ𝔸𝕂𝔸𝕊𝕆ℕ𝔼 ... 【 ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ 】 #mun speaks #✧ ── 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐎 : ​ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ...ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. #✧ ── 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐁𝐈𝐍 : ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ? #𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

OH MINE GOD,😳😳 I ACCIDENTALLY 🙈🙈 HATH SENT😳 THOU A PICTURE OF MINE COCK AND BALLS🍆🍆...PRITHEE DELETE IT!❌❌🛑! 'LEST...THOU DESIRE TO LOOK?😏😏 HAHA I JEST..🤣🤣, DELETE IT.🛑❌..SHOULD THEE CRAVE..?😳🙈... HAHA NAY,❌ BANISH IT.🛑🛑..'LEST?🙈😳

── 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ── MODERN VERSE

The artist pauses as he reads over the lengthy, cringe inducing text his beloved Knight had sent him - part of him secretly curses Vitorrio for fucking around with those ancient runes and bringing this man to the present, but they had grown close. Well, based on this text - and the lingering ache in Haruko's hips - they'd grown much more than just close. Haruko can't help but snicker, wondering just how far Tarhos' had gotten in his "iPhone for Dummies" book - and no, the artist had made it very much a point to not inform his handsome friend about what "dummies" meant nowadays as a slangterm. Regardless, the text brought a smile to his face; he needed some humor today with the sleet and rain pounding outside of his door; he was basically trapped in a dead shop until it let up. He should have just brought Tarhos with him - he'd even left Bonnie with him since she seemed so lovey dovey over him.

[ 3:37pm Haruko -> Old Man ]: I'm really curious how long it took you to text that, but I'll ask that question later. Lest, I guess. Lay it on me big boy - the shop is fucking dead anyway so I could use some entertainment.

[ 3:37pm Haruko -> Old Man ]: And I get you think you're some macho man ( I mean based on how I had to stumble out this morning at least heheh) but don't you dare pull that "Oh my Maiden is alone, I must aid her!" shit - the weather is fucking terrible out and I don't need you getting a cold. But I can think of another way we can have fun.

Ah. Same chiding as always,

[ 3:37pm Haruko -> Old Man ]: When the phone buzzes, hit the green circle that pops up and put the top of the phone to your ear. Think you can do that for me, baby boy?

#IM GONNA PEE #ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT IS THAT ONE CRACK VERSE WE SPOKE ABOUT #WHERE MEDIEVAL BASE TARHOS COMES TO THE MODERN TIMES AND #FMNGNFKJGNK #ℍ𝔸ℝ𝕌𝕂𝕆 ℕ𝔸𝕂𝔸𝕊𝕆ℕ𝔼 ... 【 ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ 】 #✧ ── 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐎 : ​ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ...ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. #ic #verse: modern #rp #bells of black sunday #suggestive tw