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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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run, baby, run, run for your life i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
Danta’s voice is soft as it reaches his ears and he remains so predatorily still (that it’s no surprise his jealousy outweighs his smarts at the moment to realize there’s very little he can do to a demigod, but gods if he doesn’t want to try and sink his teeth into him). “Okay.” He says unhelpfully to the memory that Danta recalls from the middle of the night. Asta doesn’t care about Sunjata having an issue with mirrors.
He only cares that he’s still very much in the bed.
His head tilts slightly to accept the nuzzling against his cheek, and the request he hears is harder to accept than he originally thought it might be. It takes a good few long moments before the butcher heaves a sigh into the crook of his neck and burrows in again, horns clicking against the headboard. “I will treat you quite well if you get him to leave.” Comes his offer in exchange, and should Danta accept or make any changes, he does hold up his end of the request.
He stills his tail by tucking it under his leg so it can’t move as much and his arms loosen around the Maverick to the point that it seems like he’s still very much out – eyes shut and face still just as red, something Danta would likely see once he got a good look at him, even as he tries to hide it and hold it all in.
"Only quite well?" Danta grins to Asta, shifting enough to let him bury his head in the crook of his neck and relax back around him in a facsimile of sleep. "I will see what I can do. Sit tight." Twisting enough to press a kiss to his dark hair, the Maverick soon settles again so he might go about rousing the Flood into wakefulness without necessarily startling him.
The arm still around Sunjata squeezes ever so slightly, Danta angling himself forward so he might whisper to the other man. "Hey," he says softly. "It's morning, if you want to make a quick escape." As if to illustrate the point, he lets a view gentle motes of fire light up overhead in the den, casting a warm radiance over everything that might hopefully stir the Flood from his slumber.
Dantalion
// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
angel loves to keep me spinning, much too high to see that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
Unaware of what’s happening, the Flood remains in that relatively deep sleep – one he hasn’t had in a long time. So he doesn’t hear the conversation, nor does he hear the butcher’s sleepily deep accented voices when he responds to Danta with a you will see. No, he remains completely oblivious, thrown into the deepest portions of sleep, such that when Danta’s arm squeezes around him there’s a moment of panic – one that sparks scales along his skin as if he’s forgotten he was sharing a bed rather than sleeping out in the middle of nowhere.
“Shit,” he curses out the whisper as he realizes, stuffing the draconic scales down and away to try and slink off the bed – promptly slipping because he’d slept in the same position the rest of the night and his leg had fallen asleep. He notices the motes of fire belatedly, but they reflect warmly on his face that seems to have a bit more life in it as he steadies himself and goes to snag his shoes. “Yeah, thanks again Danta.” Comes the whisper, the smile tossed over his shoulder toward the blonde, before he takes a moment to comb his fingers through his hair before he’s trying to slip toward the door.
every choice, every lie, demons that he kept inside angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
Jumping a little as scales lock into place over Sunjata's skin, Danta releases him without a fuss, though he sits up out of Asta's arms as the other man seems to lose his footing, an eyebrow raised until he catches himself and straightens up. "Of course," he whispers back, considering just letting him go for a moment before inspiration suddenly strikes, sleepy though it might be. "Hey, just a sec," he hisses, slipping out of the bed as well and padding out into the room.
Finding a scrap of paper and jotting something down onto it before folding it into a neat square, he writes Charlie on it as if to ensure Sunjata doesn't think it's from him. "Yesterday you said about temporary distractions making you feel better," he whispers, pressing the note into Jata's hands and fishing around for something else. "If you go to the Temple before you head off, I promise you'll find something you'll never forget. Just give her this note and leave the rest to her."
Smiling crookedly and snagging Sunjata's arm to tie something to it, when the Flood looks down he'll see a bright red bow, as if Danta has wrapped him up like a gift.
Dantalion
// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
angel loves to keep me spinning, much too high to see that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
The butcher remains asleep, as far as the Flood can tell even despite his rough scrambling to get out of their bed. He’s just about to reach the door when he hears Danta’s hiss, his hEARs doing wonders to make it loud enough that he stills. The paper is written on and a second later, a bow tied to his wrist and he blinks up at the Maverick with confusion flaring in his steel gaze.
“Sure, thanks.” Would it help? For the moment, probably. At least it would take his mind off of things for a bit; and so with a grateful and crooked smile to Danta, the Flood slips out of the room with a new trajectory. Instead of snagging a cup of coffee and downing it quickly to get back onto the winds home, the Flood finds himself guided toward the Temple in the bright morning light, unaware of anything that happened once he’d left.
every choice, every lie, demons that he kept inside angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
run, baby, run, run for your life i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
Never let it be said that the butcher can’t wonderfully fake being asleep. Because he’s confident he does a damn good job — even with the way he can’t see the exchange happen with how his eyes remain closed; he doesn’t move when he feels Danta’s warmth escape his embrace other than to shift to take up most of the bed. Something he’d do in his sleep anyway.
Only when they’ve parted from the dark of their den does Astaroth finally open his eyes, watching as the bow is tied on the demigod’s wrist, and in the time it takes them to say their goodbyes and Danta to offer his instructions, the butcher prowls. Possessively, he refuses to let anything ruin the wonderful start to the day; and as such, when the door clicks shut with Danta’s help, the butcher has snuck up behind him in the soft filtered morning light.
But he isn’t soft, not really, not when he hesitates for a split second for his lover to turn before he’s surging forward like a predator capturing his prey, pushing his lover back and up against the wall in a far more beautiful reflection of what had occurred seasons ago in an Inn not far from here, staunching any complaints by the devouring kiss pressed against Danta’s lips.
Danta is fully planning to applaud the butcher's method acting when it comes to feigning sleep, the Maverick smiling after Sunjata and offering him a small wave before clicking the door shut and locking it again. Letting out a long sigh, he's already turning with an apology on his lips, only to find them thoroughly stolen by the other man. Surprise flares through him, setting his fingertips tingling with adrenaline, only for the door to hit his back a moment later.
Immediately melting into the kiss, one arm curls around Asta's neck, his leg lifting to hook around his waist and anchor them closer together, and it's frankly a miracle that he manages to draw back before running out of breath entirely. "Good morning," he whispers, brushing his nose against the butcher's, the words almost mumbled against his lips. "Door's locked. Just you and me again." Which he imagines is what Asta has wanted since last night.
Dantalion
// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
run, baby, run, run for your life i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
It’s adrenaline the butcher doesn’t feel, feeling instead an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. Lips pressed against Danta’s in a devouring kiss that parts before either of them manages to lose their breath; instead allocating for a few seconds to speak, though it doesn’t seem like the butcher is paying that much attention. His kisses trail along a handsomely sharp cheekbone, drifting toward his ear and pulse as he smooths one hand along the outside of Danta’s thigh of the leg that’s hitched around him. “Good morning, love.”
His other hand flattens against the door before curving, threading fire sparking fingertips through blonde, sleep tousled curls. “Good.” Comes the accented drawl, the drift of his head toward his pulse to press a few lingering kisses there. “Now I can hold up my end of the bargain.” He purrs, tail flicking briefly before wrapping around the one leg of Danta’s that still touches the floor.
He imagines there’s zero complaints from the Maverick; and so he focuses on <>treating him well, as he’d said previously. Which leads him to suck a mark into his lover's skin, right below his jaw and ear, a very visible and possessive space.
Shivering to feel the rumble of the butcher's good morning against his skin, Danta's head tilts to welcome Asta against his throat, relishing in the fire bright fingers that plunge into the back of his hair. "I never had a doubt--" He's cut off by his own sharp huff of breath at the sparks of pleasure and pain that chase through the mark left against his neck, his fingers smoothing across heavily scarred shoulders and down the length of his spine.
"I hate to say it, but a guy could get used to this sort of behaviour in the mornings," he purrs, his sly smile audible in his voice. Sure that what he does next will infuriate his control freak of a lover, Danta nevertheless tries to push himself off the door if only enough so he can hook his other leg around Asta's waist, letting his upper back brace against the wood to hold his weight.
Dantalion
// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
run, baby, run, run for your life i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
Cutting him off has an amused twitch blooming on the butcher’s face, a soft and warm, breathy laugh escaping him from where he’s buried himself for the moment. It’s a breathy sound that twists into a delightful shiver as Danta’s hands smooth down his back, against numb yet somewhat painful scars.
“Mm perhaps it only requires a stoking of my jealousy.” He muses, muffled against the sweet taste of the Maverick’s neck, where he noses up right in time for Danta to push against him. “Hey—” It does flare that control freak within him, enough that his fingertips dig in, pushing him back only to realize now he completely supports the blonde (and with the door at his back, he supposes). “All you had to do was ask, darling.” Comes the playful chiding, the butcher withdrawing to press the weight of his hips into his lover’s against the door.
And it’s a strange turn of events, as it turns out, because there is not any blood present (nor the scent of it), but it’s very clear from how he presses against Danta there’s a pressure there that very rarely ever is, as if something about how the night had gone had broken through his usual triggers to get hard.
Not that it really matters to the butcher right this second. Right now, his hand abandons his hair to drop to his hip, the other hand at his outer thigh slips up his leg further, until both hands manage to cradle Danta close to him. Accompanied by the flame tipped fingers, Asta’s horned head surges in as if to snatch a kiss, but he hesitates far enough away that it’s wholly a taunt and a tease, if the drawl of his voice wasn’t already a dead giveaway. “You wish to be held and kissed? Or… Worshipped?”
12-23-2024, 07:53 AM (This post was last modified: 12-23-2024, 07:54 AM by Dantalion.)
// divide me down to the smallest I can be //
"Are you saying that I ought to go around making you feel jealous?" Danta wonders with a sly smile that Asta will hear rather than see. "Because I think I do that by breathing some days, but so rarely do I get this sort of response." Huffing out a soft breath as the other man's fingers grasp him more tightly, Asta only proves his point further as he arches and grinds against him, making his interest all too apparent.
"Fuck," Danta hisses, forgetting all else he might have said in lieu of - apparently - leaning in for another kiss, only to find their lips brushing infuriatingly close with every hushed word, but nothing more. With both arms curled back around the butcher's shoulders and a heat flooding his cheeks that spreads down his throat and up to the tips of his ears at the wicked suggestions (promises?) Asta poses, he leans in enough, he hopes, to just about whisper his response against the other man's mouth.
"I want it all," he purrs. "Everything you can give, and then some. I want it."
Dantalion
// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
run, baby, run, run for your life i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
“Very rarely do we have a stranger in our bed.” Comes the dark hum, the honesty over whether or not it was just a fleeting jealousy, or the full train of it crashing into him, it’s clear this reaction is due to the latter. And while the morning is great so far, he isn’t sure whether or not he wants to make it a habit.
His lips curl with a twitch of a smirk as he keeps that distance, enough that Danta’s lips do brush against his own with the whispered admission. “Good.” It’s a thickly accented purr of his own, staunching any responses with the press of his kiss — finite, like sealing the deal.
“Everything.. And then some?” He purrs as he withdraws from the kiss, arms smoothing along Danta’s hips, curving up to get a better hold on him. “Let us see what we can do, shall we?” He ensures he’s got a good pin on the Maverick, withdrawing his torso enough to shift his hands, flattening with curls of flame against his chest and up along his shoulders, one drifting up to Danta’s neck where he winds a smoking hand around reverently. “I am thinking that perhaps we switch it up.” Which, with the lilt of his smirk, has his arms winding around his lover again to lift him, to cradle him close, before he’s taking them to the window where the light filters in streams of golds and cool whites. He sets him down atop the table that’s been shoved there, pushing aside anything left on it like a cat might knock a glass off of a table.
And once he’s done that, he plants both hands beside Danta’s legs, half bent over to get into his space, pushing him back toward the cool glass of the window; seeking out another chaste kiss before he aims to trail his lips along his lover’s jaw and neck, then, down along his collarbone in a slow and calculated movement.
"Mm, alright. That's a good point--" Danta whispers, a smile in his words that Asta soon steals with the press of his lips, his fingers playing softly through the back of his dark hair as if to savour every second being pinned by him. "Mm, I believe in that clever mind of yours," he purrs, raising a brow as the other man shifts ever so slightly, only to feel the decadent curl of calloused fingers around his neck.
Arching against the door as if to lean further into the pressure, by the time Danta is remotely cognizant of what Asta has actually said, he finds himself promptly carried away into the room. With a dark laugh, he hooks his legs a little tighter around the butcher's waist, his tail flicking its amusement even as he's perched on the table and the items - the liquor bottles and the glasses from last night, as it happens - go shattering to the ground.
Shivering to feel the cool press of glass against his back and shoulders, the Maverick gasps into the kiss planted against his lips, head tipping to the side to relish the heat of Asta's mouth in contrast with the cold radiating from the window panes. "If we break this, we'll fall out," he warns playfully, a smile in the words.
Dantalion
// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
run, baby, run, run for your life i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
It’ll be a mess to clean up later, but the butcher finds he doesn’t particularly care. The chaotic scene only seems to scream them all that much more. Especially as his lips make fiery warm trails along his lover’s smooth skin, pressing him between the warm heat of his body and the cool pane of glass, trying to warm from the cold night before.
In fact, the heat of them blurs the window some, only in the spaces Danta isn’t touching; fogging up the glass as the butcher rumbles a soft breathy and hot laugh against his skin. “I do not intend on breaking it.” He muses before he withdraws enough to grin down at Danta, one hand lifting to splay right against his sternum, before he drags blunt painted nails down his chest slowly. It’s a distraction as he slips his glamour into place to ensure that his horns wouldn’t knock into the glass. “Just in case, though.” Comes the explanation, his hand drifting lower to stroke along the V of his torso, lower and lower in an attempt to taunt and tease.
“Now,” satisfied enough that he isn’t going to wreck the window with his horns, he straightens up, ghosting his hand against the Maverick’s length and inner thigh. “Turn around, darling.” It’s a demand as much as it is a request.
