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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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"They say," Danta is explaining as they cross the narrow stone bridge to the island that houses the Aumakua lighthouse, "that the stars are much clearer here than the rest of Torchline. Something about it being over Safrin's shrine." Smirking over his shoulder at the Butcher, he adjusts the cooler box in his arms and resists the urge to walk backwards to face Asta in case he ends up tripping and falling off the edge of the bridge.
He hasn't told him what's in the box just yet, figuring that it can wait until they've found a nice place to sit. The evening is chilly for Torchline - and therefore Danta is absolutely wearing his coat to keep warm - but compared to other regions, it's still more than comfortable to wander around at night. The moon has just started to rise, in fact, and with it the stars start winking to life. One, then another, then suddenly dozens of twinkling points accompany their journey across the bridge to the soft island sands.
"I thought it would be a good place to see how different things were from before we woke up," he says. "Though I'll mainly be relying on your memory. You were under the sky a lot more than I was, even after you became an Ancient."
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
“Mm, well, that would make sense wouldn’t it?” The Butcher hums, looking up at the sky and the fading sunset when Danta smirks over his shoulder at him. It captures his attention shortly after, immediately dropping his gaze to shoot a grin over at his fiancé. In his own hands, seeing as Danta’s busy with the mystery cooler, the demigod follows with a blanket rolled up under his arm.
It’s chilly here, but better than the Grounds, but it also means that Asta gets to test out his matching little wool and velvet coat to Danta’s own. And it works brilliantly to keep the heat in, enough that he picks up his pace a touch with how he’s more limber with the heat that lingers in his bones. He lets Danta take the lead across the narrow bridge, though, he isn’t too far behind him the second they reach the other side and all the while he’s watching the sky shift and change, the stars that wink to life, the map of them that’s vastly different from what he remembers.
And it seems like Danta recalls the Butcher’s passing comments on it, too, given the explanation. “That is a very sweet idea, darling.” He hums, his voice dropping a touch softer at the thoughtfulness of it. “Well, I will have plenty to say. Hopefully you do not get tired of my voice.” He flashes Danta’s back a grin whether or not he sees it, knowing full well Danta would get tired of many things before he got tired of hearing the Butcher's voice.
"When," Danta wants to know with a sceptical raise of his eyebrows, "have I ever grown tired of your voice? And no, the times when I fall asleep while you're reading to me don't count. That's never been because I'm tired of it, it's because your voice is so nice that it makes me relaxed." Satisfied that he's managed to head off any immediate objection before Asta makes it, the Maverick slows his steps once they're across the bridge so they might walk together.
"Thank you, though. I was intending to be sweet," he adds with a smirk, glancing sidelong at the other man and leading them up to a spot where the sand is soft and dry, the lighthouse is to their backs and both sea and sky open up around them. "I think here should be good. What'd you think?" he asks, setting down the cooler box and hopping back a few steps for Asta to decide where to put the blanket.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
He is about to protest Danta’s answer, the scoff that leaves him the very first thing that he gets out before the Maverick is recovering – recovering well - as it turns out. So the scoff turns into a deep laugh, warm and content as all his playfully raised hackles start to smooth. “Oh, I see. Perhaps I should become a narrrrator.” The Butcher does roll the r’s in narrator to sell the point, taking the opportunity to pick up his pace to step beside the Maverick, his shoulder brushing along his fiance’s as his smile softens.
Affection seeps into his dark gaze to hear Danta’s answer, because the intention had been the result, and he’s happy for this brief little exploration up to Aumakua to indulge in the adorable lovey-dovey of it all – like the two of them were still only courting. “You have succeeded, Wasp. And here looks good.” He agrees, twisting slightly to see the looming lighthouse at their back and the sea and sky above them glittering with all the stars that are both familiar and not.
Unrolling the blanket, the butcher picks a spot where they can watch the rolling waves as well as scan the sky. It’s a plush enough blanket to hide any rocks or sharp bits and pieces from being so close to the water, even on a cliff, and only when Asta’s satisfied with where it’s spread out, does he kneel onto it and beckons Danta closer to join him. “Now.. What have you brought?” He asks, unable to help his curiosity at last.
