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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!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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Remi watched out of the corner of his gaze as if expecting some immediate backlash from what could simply be construed as a casual lean. But it wasn't. It was calculating in a way that did not come naturally to the alchemist who had kept sudden hidden intentions latent and hidden for so long that even just a lean felt like a heretical gesture sure to ruin everything. And so he held his breath, eyes scanning but not seeing the barrier, and waiting for anything at all.
The sound of Rory's breath was like a gunshot and beneath his coat the alchemist flinched, forcing himself not to look over immediately. As he did, he heard himself suck in a shallow breath of air, as if startled to see Rory suddenly laying down, eyes trained above.
He had a second at most. Anything else and the realization of just how easy it would be to slide his arm down through the grasses and be suddenly next to Rory would be too strong. Indeed as his eyes dusted across the man's face his lips appeared too real as if everything else had faded and lost its sheen save for them and the blue of Rory's eyes. And with his head over his shoulder and arm stretched out just so how easy it all would be to just—
—it had been 3 seconds at most before Remi returned his stare to the barrier, trying to exhale as quietly as he could while a comfortable if not entirely empty silence filled the gaps between them.
~fin
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.
