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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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02-22-2019, 03:39 PM (This post was last modified: 02-22-2019, 03:39 PM by Remi.)
"I...Ludo shattered a lantern made of bones and what appeared to be starlight. I do not know if she—" Remi paused, his head tilting as if he was listening to something. But of course, there wasn't a sound. The alchemist's lips twitched slightly. "No, she said she did not choose it." He replied confidently, tensing slightly as he was forced to hold up his own body weight once again as Sam's hands trailed down his sides.
For a moment Remi just looked at Sam. The freckles, the lines of worry, the searching stare. He closed his eyes for a long moment, before opening them again. He wasn't sure this was a promise he could make. Sam had clearly tried to hide the information from him precisely because he knew Remi would go back out ... and Remi had tricked the other man into remaining behind. Neither was any better than the other, but both seemed to want to snuff out the actions of the other.
What sort of relationship was that?
But he was too tired now, and so he merely pulled Sam towards him, pressing a kiss against his forehead. "Okay." He whispered.
Remi nodded with a sigh, a smile pulling at his lips. "We what?" The alchemist teased, though he nodded just the same. Pulling off his shirt and tossing it onto the floor as if they were in the middle of their bedroom instead of the temple, Remi walked as if already half asleep towards the alcove. Shucking off his pants too, they dropped to the floor as he pitched forwad, falling ungracefully into the nest of blankets. Weary as he was, Remi wasn't entirely spent yet. Another two blankets appeared, large and fluffy
REMI
What have I become? My sweetest friend—Everyone I know goes away in the end
If I could start again, a million miles away, I would keep myself. I would find a way
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.