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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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"Do you know what it means to see someone through rose coloured glasses, Sam?" Remi asked with a gentle, albiet increasingly sleepy smile. It wasn't to say that the alchemist really thought that Sam was so smitten with him that the bookmaker was totally blinded ... and yet... "But you do matter more Sam. Much more to me than he does." Remi added reassuringly.
"It is okay." Remi whispered, curling himself around the bookmaker and trying not to let his body sink too deeply into the warmth and comfort provided by the bed and the man he shared it with. Apparently, despite the fact that they'd both just had rather harrowing adventures outside, they were having this conversation now. But Sam was that perfect temperature, and he smelled like snow, and all Remi wanted to do was wrap his arms more tightly around him, hug him to his chest, and fall asleep.
Instead though, he chuckled into Sam's hair. "No more getting attacked by bears, I agree. We could even be so bold to say no getting attacked by anything but that seems a bit unlikely." He added with a sleepy laugh, trailing a hand absently against Sam's skin. As Sam leaned against him, he thought that perhaps this time when he closed his eyes, he'd be allowed to keep them closed. His arms wrapped around Sam as the bookmaker nuzzled against his neck.
He was so tired and now finally he'd be able to—
—..in bed.
"Oh." Remi said softly, smiling exhaustedly up at the ceiling. What had happened earlier had only been Sam's second time after all. Though being with men was new to Remi, sex in general wasn't, and in order to maintain his facade of normalcy, the alchemist had in fact become more or less quite well-versed in a great many things, sexually speaking. Wanting very badly to rub at his eyes, though fearing Sam would take that as a sign of frustration, he just hugged Sam against him all the tighter.
"I am sorry if early, if that was ... a bit much. I honestly do not know what got into me." Then, with a rather bemused smile, he kissed the top of Sam's head. "Well. I suppose that is not true. I do know." He added with a small laugh. "You."
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.
