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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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Softly Remi's eyes scanned Rory's looking for an indication of sarcasm and malice. The alchemist already recognized that the phrasing of his desire to try and find a way out of the bubble was a bit too poetic (to his ears anyhow), but hearing Rory repeat it seemed to drive home the sensation that not only had he not captured what it was he meant to say, but that what he had said was ridiculous.
Shyly his expression softened, part of him wanting to sheepishly look away, but the majority of his willpower making him helpless to do so. Their eyes are always blue, he mused silently, and yet for all his lack of artistry, Remi thought perhaps you'd have to be an idiot to ever mistake the blue of Rory's eyes with Loren's or Ianto's. Or anyone elses. They were so distinctly him, whatever that entailed, and though Remi could feel the seconds piling up, he couldn't bring himself to look away. Answers there might not be, there was something else, wasn't there? Captivated and puzzled and enthralled Remi's pale stare searched Rory's. He wanted to reach across the space between them—the distance barely anything at all, and yet seemingly a gulf he couldn't' cross—and steady himself against Rory's knee, to bring himself nose to nose with the man and just look. He was certain then he'd be able to see what it was hiding just below the depths of—
—I never knew my father.
"Mmm." Remi hummed distractedly, before fluttering his eyelashes and inhaling a rather shaky breath. The fact that the world did not consist simply of Rory's eyes crashed back down on him, and a rather boyishly charmed smile crossed his lips as his eyes finally lowered.
Though Remi had only negative memories of his own father, he'd not say anything so childish as lucky you or anything similarly worded. Instead as his eyes flitted back up he offered his friend a small smile of sympathy and nodded. "Do you ever wonder what it would be like if he didn't?" With a gentle inhale, Remi nibbled the inside corner of his lip thoughtfully. "My mother died when I was quite young...and I do wonder it often. What it would be like if she were here."
REMI
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips, faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard and drown me in love
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
