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Character of the Season
Frail in body but dangerously quick of mind, Nikandr is the sort of character who proves that curiosity can be just as perilous as any weapon. A necromancer, inventor, and problem-solver with more ambition than self-preservation, Niki approaches the world like a puzzle box begging to be opened, even when what’s inside has teeth. Blunt, dry-witted, fiercely independent, and carrying a history best left partially buried, he has a knack for making even failure feel fascinating. Whether he’s raising the dead, moving across Caido to King's End, or experiencing a hangover for the first time, Nikandr brings a wonderfully strange spark to Caido, and we can’t wait to see what trouble his brilliant mind wanders into next.
Congratulations, Niki!
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lord help anyone who stands in my way; for I am not merciful, and i am not kind and i am not afraid to make you wish that i was
“Mmm, maybe.” Astaroth hums with amusement flaring from him as his tail squeezes around Danta’s leg lightly once more and he settles into the blanket. He continues to knead the tension out of the other Ancient's neck. When it feels like they’ve all smoothed out, his hand spreads up through the blonde hair, brushing against his scalp as he shifts his head a little to look back down at him through dark yet comfortable eyes.
It’s precisely the time he’s told he does Charlie a disservice and the grin that creeps onto his face wrinkles the crows feet at the corners of his eyes. “Ohoho.” And in the betting spirit, the butcher’s grin widens. “If I win, I get to dress you for a day. ” He challenges back, tilting that shark toothed smile down at the blonde.
If Ancients could purr, Danta would have been little more than a big cat in Asta's arms by this point, grumbling something muffled yet affectionate into the other man's chest to feel his fingers migrate up and through his hair. "Mm, deal," he says, of the other man dressing him for a day. The Maverick, of course, assumes that the threat of his dress sense would be much worse, but then again, he hasn't considered yet that Asta might lace him into another corset.
Stretching out against the butcher and peering up at him, Danta takes the opportunity to kiss the smile right off his face, before he's promptly slouching back in against his shoulder. "Alright," he says. "I think now I might be ready to nap." And Asta only has himself and his clever fingers to blame, a shiver running down the Maverick's back as he finally drops his glamour, his tail sweeping contently across the blankets.
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
lord help anyone who stands in my way; for I am not merciful, and i am not kind and i am not afraid to make you wish that i was
Oh, he fully intends on sticking Danta into another corset – perhaps even going so far as to take him down to the tailor to get something specifically made. Matching outfits or is that too far??? But it’s the deal that paints the air that has his lips curling again, a cocky confidence overriding him yet again this evening. “So many deals as of late, how lucky am I?” Astaroth practically preens as the other Ancient stretches out and peers up at him when he goes to speak again.
He's cut off promptly from saying anything else, though, not that he’s going to complain. And it’s with a much softer smile that lingers on his face that he winds both arms around the skinnier Ancient, tucking him back in against him. “I think so as well. Sleep well, darling.” He waits, thankfully, as Danta’s glamour drops so that he doesn’t slice his lips on the points that stick up from Danta’s horns before he presses a kiss to his temple and his tail unwinds from the other man’s leg to tangle with the Maverick’s.
And thankfully, it’s a nightmareless sleep as he starts to let the lull of it take him – dreaming of the den that could be and the perch for his things.
