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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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03-04-2019, 01:35 PM (This post was last modified: 03-04-2019, 01:35 PM by Remi.)
The alchemist merely stood, like some caged animal that knew it had no other choice but to endure. At his side his fingers twitched slightly, and as Sam indicated he'd need his wrist, for a moment Remi looked down dumbly, unsure which to give. Did it matter? Suddenly his mind went blank as the bookmaker stepped closer. Isla had always bitten him on the neck (he'd asked her to, even, given that he needed his hands for his work), and though he couldn't remember it, Sam mostly had as well.
Eventually lifting the left, given that he was right-handed, he held it out, flinching slightly as Sam took it. There was a familiarity there that the alchemist didn't feel or reciprocate, and even the closeness with which they stood already felt like too much. Sam held Remi's arm at length, but even so, it all felt fast and overwhelming and—
—the white-lightning moment of teeth against his wrist was immediately eclipsed by the dizzying and total dissolution of rational thought into total pleasure. Unlike the first time this had happened when Remi had reached out to pull Sam ravenously closer, happily allowing himself to drown in the feeling, now panic and anxiety grew like wildfire, challenging the blissful euphoria of Sam's bite. This wasn't allowed. This wasn't okay. He didn't know this man (only he did, he knew he did), and he couldn't feel these things for him and—
"—nnnnn—" Remi moaned, teeth clenched as were his eyes, until finally he gasped and pulled his wrist free. It had only been a few seconds at most, but Remi was breathless and shaken. His heart hammered in his chest, and the blood flow which had been pulled up towards Sam's lips against his wrist as well as down towards other areas, now sloshed uncertainly in his body, as if unsure what the priority was.
"I am sorry." Remi whispered through a shaky breath, his eyes focused unsteadily on the small trickle of blood from his wrist. "I..." He stammered, closing his eyes and squeezing his fingers together as the last of the waves of pleasure slowly receded from him.
Яemi
But now it's happily ever never. I guess now I know better
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
