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Character of the Season
Once known as the Butcher of Whitebrim, he's now The Butcher of Dygra, stepping forward as the first created demigod of the Ancients. There is no question that Astaroth casts an intimidating silhouette. Tall, domineering and dangerous, if looks could kill you'd be dead already, but to get up close and personal with the Grounds' resident cannibal tells a much different story. Dripping with charm and clad in only the finest attire, Asta is a gentleman monster, as polite as they come and committed to his role as security for the Dusklight and those who have earned his loyalty. Be careful of that smile, though - those teeth are sharp.
Congratulations, Asta!
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Having never been beholden to pleasure before, the alchemist surprised even himself as a sort of whining growl slipped passed his lips as Sam's teeth grazed the skin of his neck. As if in some sort of delirium, the man's words sounded so far away compared to the tantalizing nearness and sensational loudness of his lips against Remi's neck.
Eyes closed, breathing ragged, the hand around Sam's back slithered around to his side and up the book-makers ribcage. Slowly his fingers migrated north, all the while distantly aware of the fact that Sam's body was neither hot nor could, nor was it moving. His chest did not rise and fall with a neediness to match Remi's. And, as the alchemist's strong fingers came to a halt over Sam's chest, his palm flattened out against the pale skin.
And he felt nothing at all.
There was no heart beat; no pulse.
What would you have me do? Closing his eyes again and forcing himself to think, Remi repeated the words in his mind. Was this inexperience talking? Or...if the man did not (could not?) feel as Remi did physically, was he asking because it wouldn't matter to him? Couldn't matter?
As the seconds increased in number between Sam's last bite, Remi's mind slowly awakened even as his body thrummed with unsatisfied potential. "Sam—" He murmured, suddenly quite sure that'd he'd somehow taken advantage of this situation, but still too pleasurably-drunk to work out how. Still a touch breathless, he looked down where his hand still gently rested on the man's chest. "Can you not...do you not feel...?"
REMI
Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
