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Character of the Season
Frail in body but dangerously quick of mind, Nikandr is the sort of character who proves that curiosity can be just as perilous as any weapon. A necromancer, inventor, and problem-solver with more ambition than self-preservation, Niki approaches the world like a puzzle box begging to be opened, even when what’s inside has teeth. Blunt, dry-witted, fiercely independent, and carrying a history best left partially buried, he has a knack for making even failure feel fascinating. Whether he’s raising the dead, moving across Caido to King's End, or experiencing a hangover for the first time, Nikandr brings a wonderfully strange spark to Caido, and we can’t wait to see what trouble his brilliant mind wanders into next.
Congratulations, Niki!
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Relaxing into the warm hands that press against his body, Danta wastes no time in getting comfortable, one of his arms curling around Asta's shoulders, his fingers stroking along scar tissue and bronzed skin alike. Scrunching his nose at the idea of talking about it but knowing it's good for them both if he does, the Maverick sighs out a long breath and leans in to brush his lips against the other man's forehead, taking comfort in the heat and weight of him in his arms.
"It's just a replay of that night, mostly. Except this time you don't stop or come out of it," he admits softly, nosing his way into the soft darkness of Asta's hair as if to hide from the version of him that haunts his dreams some nights. "I think that's the part that makes it a nightmare. Not that you get like that - we both do, sometimes." Feral, out of control, dangerous. "More that I couldn't get through to you."
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
The kiss to his brow is a boon, even if it doesn’t quell the surging seas of his gut. He notes the scrunch of Danta’s face but is relieved to hear his voice when it comes, explaining the nightmare. And the portion of it that made it a true nightmare. So he nods, slowly, tilting his head to let Danta’s face press into his dark hornless hair. “I think.. out of everyone, you are the only one that can get through to me.”
Maybe it’s relieving, maybe it isn’t. But he knows for a fact that he would have torn everyone else apart, that they wouldn’t get through to him. The others in the past had no chance of it. Danta’s the only one.
His hands smooth up his back again, interjecting more of that flame up his spine and he presses his muzzled face in against the Maverick’s shoulder, taking a slow and deep inhale of citrus, sage, and almond. “You can always get through to me, darling.” He confirms, because he can’t fathom thinking about a time where it may not be true.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
It's as relieving to hear as it is impossible for his subconscious to believe whilst he's in the throes of a nightmare, but Danta appreciates it regardless - more than his lover will ever know. Winding his arms around Asta properly and arching into the fiery heat of his touch, he doesn't know how long they remain there in the comfortable silence of each other's embrace, but it's more than enough to slow the thunder of his pulse to something steadier, and by the time Danta starts to peel himself away, it's to unfasten the muzzle around Asta's jaw.
"Thank you," he murmurs, casting the contraption aside and leaning in to claim his mouth in a soft and greedy kiss, shifting to sit more comfortably astride him. "I didn't realise how much I needed to hear that." The words are mumbled against Asta's lips, though Danta is soon kissing away any response he might try to give as if determined to write the words again against his tongue.
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
He’s content to stay in the comfortable silence, using it as a boon while he continues to chastise himself internally. Enough that there’s a hint of surprise that lingers in his face as he feels Danta’s hands lift to remove the muscle, remaining still enough for the warm metal to be removed from his face.
He does try to respond, but he's met with the claiming press of Danta’s lips. It’s far more relieving than he wants to admit, and he presses back into it to say all of the things he can’t verbalize right now. A low thrum repetition of I love you, I’m sorry, I’m glad you’re here.
He wraps his arms around him tighter, crossing them over along Danta’s shoulder blades and keeps him close, nosing his way in for a slightly deeper kiss as if to prove his previous point.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
Gods but Danta doesn't think that he'll ever get enough of Asta, and though the words lay unspoken between them, the possessive grasp of the butcher's hands and the sweetness of his kiss is more than enough to get the point across. Almost forgetting that he needs to breathe, the Maverick is well on his way to playfully pinning the other man down in the blankets and furs when the sound of thundering footsteps on the stairs outside has him glancing up.
Their door, of course, is locked, and the knocking against it is frantic at best. "Slow down," Danta calls at the overlapping cacophony of voices that try to call to them, until he can finally make out the words. A body has been dumped on the doorstep outside.
Sobering instantly, Danta glances only briefly at Asta before he's slipping out of his embrace and clambering down from the mezzanine, grabbing a shirt along the way. "I'm coming."
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
If only the night could go on like this, the butcher might get the sinking pit of sorrow to leave his gut and replace it with all the love and attention Danta’s currently providing. At least, that is until the thundering on the stairs has him perking up, sitting up on his good elbow as it distracts Danta, too. The knocking is enough to wake the dead, despite the fact that they weren’t asleep, but the butcher does release his lover so that the Maverick can go and investigate it – leaning over the mezzanine slightly to watch his lover depart with a soft little “I will be here if you need me.”
Solely because while security was Asta’s job here in the Dusklight, Danta trumped that by being the Maverick. The leader of the region, and should he be required to help he has zero problems with doing it. But up until that point, if it seems as if it’s a leader only affair, he’s happy to not stick his nose into it until Danta wants him to. So for now, he waits for Danta's return or the message to come down, taking the time Danta's gone to dress himself and clamor down from the mezzanine.
- FIN
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
