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[he passed out from blood loss, on the verge of going on a rampage. his sheets were soaked with borrowed blood, though once the dream was over, he'd be good as new again, no longer hungry.
when he woke into the dream, he was dressed in white silk pants on his lavish bed at the Circus of the Damned. beside him was Nathaniel, curled on his side with a lazy grin on his lips. the wereleopard's ankle-length auburn hair was a bit mussed with sleep, spilling over his shoulders and his bare chest. in fact, the young man is entirely nude, and not the least bit ashamed of it. the redhead with the lavender eyes leaned up, brushing his lips over Asher's in a ghost-like kiss, fingertips brushing over his scarred cheek before disappearing]
So beautiful Asher...
Nathaniel...
[the man shook his head, putting a finger against Asher's lips - a fleeting touch - for a moment before drawing it back]
Shh... I want to tell you something... something that's been on my mind for a while. Despite what everyone else says, I love you, and adore you. You're a beautiful man, and no matter what... I'm yours. I want to be your pomme de sang, Asher.
[the vampire's ice blue eyes went wide in surprise, and oh god, his heart would have skipped a beat if he had the blood to fuel it]
Do you know what you're asking...?
Yes. I want to be yours, forever. Take me as your pomme, and when the time is right, make me your human servant.
You have made me the happiest dead man, my kitten. Thank you.
Anything for you, my darling prince.
[[ooc: Both Nathaniel and Asher are available for interaction! So those who have heard of the leopard before, now might be a good time to say hi~]] | |
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[unfortunately, the vampire fell asleep, actually fell asleep, which is shocking enough in itself. and truthfully, he's not looking so good, like he's been skipping meals again. what a surprise.
three hours, three minutes and three seconds later, and he's jerking awake, panting for air he knows he doesn't need. his cheeks are hollowed, there are dark circles under his eyes, and he's shaking with fear. the minute those ice blue eyes pop open, he's surrounded by bodies, rotting bodies with all too recognizable features.
Anita, Nathaniel, Jean-Claude... and the shipmates he's come to care for. Axel, Ammy, Riku, Sasuke and even Kaname, dead with looks of horrified rapture on their faces. standing in the midst of the bodies is Belle Morte, her mouth stained with blood, darkness oozing from her black lace gown]
You think anyone could love you, Asher? You and your scars? I never took you to be a fool. They're lying to you, ma chardonneret. Every last one is lying to you, telling you what you want to hear. I can't believe you fell for it.
[the woman darts forward, her claw-like nails digging into his neck, but all everyone else sees is blood running down. Asher screams in pain, eyes screwing shut and he's grabbing at her, throttling the one no one else sees, blood-red tears running down his cheeks]
Je ne vous pardonne! Grâce à leur sang sur ta bouche et dans vos veines, je vais vous tuer. La seule bonté je le choix de la manière dont on meurt. Dois-je arracher la tête ou se déchire le coeur de votre poitrine?
((The French is automatically translated to English by the Sphere: I'll never forgive you! With their blood on your mouth and in your veins, I will kill you. The only kindness I offer is the choice of how you die. Shall I rip off your head or tear your heart from your chest?)) | |
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[our favorite vampire looks stunning in this white outfit (with the purple part more of shorts then a bikini bottom) that makes his golden hair practically glimmer and come alive, especially with the exquisite coronet he's wearing. he's looking as pale as ever, but it's only been a few days since he fed, so really, any offers are out of the kindness of your heart~ he's playing with the wand, surprised by the powers given to him]A dead man that can heal? How terribly ironic. [ooc: The lovely Ziri made art for Asher in his outfit! ♥] | |
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[even though he's on the ship and doesn't require daily feeding... well, the poor vampire needs to eat eventually. he's been cooped up in his room, venturing out only to the shops to fetch more paint supplies and the occasional book. he's been ignoring the madness on the network, though his Sphere is still on, a blood red rose. anyone who catches sight of him will see dull eyes, thin face, lackluster hair in a sloppy bun.
around the room is a series of portraits -- Cinders, Ammy, Riku, and then faces that only he knows: Jean-Claude and Nathaniel. each painting is stunning, almost life-like. he seems lost in his newest painting, but feel free to bug him] | |
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[he's in the cemetery himself, laughing his ass off. it's a rich sound, almost fattening. he's been watching the network, and couldn't be more amused]
Oh captain, my captain.
Were you not satisfied by your current population that you had to bring in such impostors? | |
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[since Asher looks so stunning in white, he is suddenly in this little number, ridiculous feathers and all. and he's... less than amused. sure, he's cross-dressed before, but it was on very rare occasions and never in anything like this]... I don't even want to know. I just don't. | |
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[it's the third time he's woken up in this damned cabin in this hideous orange jumpsuit. he sits up with a soft sigh]
They say the third time's a charm, right?
How tiresome. | |
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[pushing through a bit of the wreckage, Asher paused for a moment, looking at his red haired companion]
Does it hurt to die, Cinders?
I wouldn't know. It's been so long that I can't remember.
[there's silence except for some swearing and the groaning of metal as Asher forces a collapsed wall out of his way]
You know... you never called in that favor.
Offering something, Asher?
If there's something you want.
[Axel smirks at the vampire]
You can do my laundry again if you want to clear that debt so badly.
Do you even have any clothes left to wash?
Good question.
[more silence, then they're standing in front of Asher's old room: Kepler Cabins, Titan Hall, Unit 3] | |
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[his right leg is back, so he's merely playing with the branch he'd been using as a crutch now, writing a certain set of words in the sand. he'd made it to the ship, found the note... and was sorely disappointed]
It's all his fault... Do they mean the original captain? I certainly blame him for this whole bloody mess.
[Nathaniel nuzzles his cheek, purring low as if to comfort him. he looks up into the night sky, and it's hard to miss the black hole. the stars about it have disappeared, leaving a gaping maw of darkness behind]
I suppose this time, I shall stick around 'til the end. | |
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[he's been in a dazed state since he had to cauterize Amaterasu's arm. her screams rang in his ears, the sight of her shaking in pain and shock replaying over and over again in his head. so it's not surprising that he's walking along a path and doesn't know when his right foot goes to take a step and lands not on the ground, but into emptiness. with a very undignified yelp of surprise, Asher sank to his left knee, desperate to keep the rest of his body out of the hole. you know, the one that effectively just sliced his right leg right above the knee. his scream rings across the network, full of agony] | |
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