wives | charioce xvii ( rage of bahamut )

#rp scenarios/texting
pick a scenario with our characters.

or, click this for the random scenario meme. pick a text your character would send mine and then comment with it. alternatively, just send them a random text message.<

#prompts
1. PHYSICAL INTIMACY: hugging, banging, or just comfy snuggling... whatever.
2. LONG CONVERSATIONS: the description here was too deep for me to take seriously.
3. DRUNK: perhaps you're oversharing or simply maudlin.
4. PLANNED CONFESSION: you've been planning to tell this person how you feel, and you know exactly the way to do it.
5. THE LAST TIME: you're coming clean with your feelings because you're dying, moving away, leaving the planet, going to war, whatever. might as well when you'll probably never see them again.
6. A DARK, STORMY NIGHT: you know all those stories that start off with a stormy night before something goes wrong: a murder, an attack by ninjas, a crime. it is one of the best known clichés in the world, and you’re stuck in the middle of it.
7. QUIET MORNING: nothing to do, nowhere to be… sometimes the rain is a welcomed addition to a quiet day. gives you an excuse to stay in, curl up in a warm blanket and a book, maybe a loved one or a cup of hot chocolate.
8. INJURIES: broken bones, cuts, burns (on the ass!!!). maybe it's near fatal.
9. QUEST: it might be a rare herb or a cup of magic water, but someone’s life depends upon you going through these woods and getting it. will you find it right away? have to battle a witch for it? or maybe you don’t want to succeed at all.
10. LOST: how did you manage to get lost in these woods? you had that map, right?
11. CHANCE ENCOUNTER: it’s a fairy! no, wait, that was just an ogre. an ogre?! from sorcerers to talking deer, you can meet anything in an enchanted forest.
12. CHASE SCENE: on the run from the cops, or maybe you are the cops. however it works, someone's trying to get away, and someone else doesn't want 'em to. Also good for zombies, dinosaurs, and disaster movies.
13. FORMAL: maybe it's an elegant dinner or maybe it's an over-the-top post-oscar bash, but you're at a party where no expense was spared. obviously someone is going to start a scene.
14. INFORMAL: not all parties feature red carpets or the family silver. sometimes you just want to hang out with friends. sometimes that's not as easy as it sounds. maybe the barbecue grill's on fire. maybe the host is. whatever—this is not as relaxing as planned.
15. CAUGHT: this isn't what you think! or maybe it is. either way, someone got busted, and it looks bad.
16. HANDCUFFED: anyway.
17. WEDDING: it's not a katy post without this TIME TO GET HITCHED.
18. WILDCARD: you can leave me a blank or ANYTHING W/E.

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hey katy if i tell you i got "Azazel and Charioce XVII are in an arranged marriage, but Azazel doesn't want to go through with it." how much would you want to rp this with me

[ The wedding was nowhere near simple. Extravagant is one other way to put it. Gold and red, the colours of the human royalty, mixed in with the deep hues of purples and blues of Cocytus' own. The human side isn't shining or brilliant in that sense—that's left to the gods, if they marry, Chris has never really considered that—but it stands out. Flashy. In a way that isn't eye searing.

But it's just motions to go through. The king doesn't even dance. As of now, nobody has ever seen him partake in anything of the sort. The wedding night isn't anything to speak of, either—without a word he takes his new "bride" into "their" home, a sprawling suite... and then goes to bed himself. Probably because he's just going through the motions, kingly ones, and he's pretty sure Azazel (if that was his name) isn't entirely pleased about the whole thing.

Which doesn't matter to him. He's serving a purpose. The "he" in that sentence is ambiguous.

But of course, the servants all think they banged. "They had to!" says one. "There was definitely cries of consummation!" says another. Good, Chris is thinking, let them add validity to it. Don't let them talk because they're going to start taking bets on who topped.

Luckily for the both of them, only the chef is at the breakfast table in the morning—if it counts as morning. There's a large pile of meat on Chris' plate, which he's apparently calling a meal, and the chef is ready to take the new ~~Queen~~'s order whenever he decides to show his pasty face. ]

[ When Lucifel first proposed the idea he'd thought it a tasteless joke. Surely they were not so desperate to avoid the near total annihilation of their kind that they would stoop to such undignified measures. That they would sacrifice their pride as demons.

Up until the very last moment he had been convinced. Surely, his own brother and King would not hand him off to such lowly beings as a prize.

"You won't have to bare it forever." Lucifel had reassured him on the journey from Cocytus, his lips pulled into that knowing smirk that very frequently drove Azazel to an irrational desire to punch him in the mouth. "After all, humans have such short lifespans. After 50 years or so of playing nice you may come home."

If they hadn't been surrounded by retainers and human envoys he would have punched him right there.

The ceremony was boring. The filthy humans had attempted to fit him into some hideous white raiment covered in lace and bows and he threatened that he would dye the fabric red with their blood to fit him better. They stopped trying after that.

The King-- Charioce XVII-- seemed less than concerned with his choice to attend the ceremony just as he was. He sat where he needed to, he exchanged the vows that he was told to exchange. All the while making it very clear that he had no business being here.

"An offering of peace" his tight leather ass.

In the morning the maids tried once again to "make him presentable". The King expects his newly wed bride to break morning fast with him. "The Queen" must look the part. He just about ripped their heads off right then and there.

He had it in his mind to never attend this breaking of fast. In fact he had it in his mind to simply never give the King anything even resembling his cooperation. However...

There was one thing that continued to rub his spine raw. One gnawing concern of his that drove him to storm his way through the castle, ignoring all protests that he is not following proper decorum or dress code. He all but kicks the door to the dining room open and comes to stand at the end of the table far across from Charioce.

His eyes narrowed in a wary glare, he reaches to grab a knife. And to the alarmed gasps of the easily frightened masses, stabs it into whatever breakfast meat is right in front of him. That's your face Charioce. ]

This is a farce.

[ Unfortunately, he's not even looking at him. He hears the stabbing, understands the implications of it, and shows no reaction whatsoever. In fact, he is going to very, very slowly finish the mouthful of food he's got. After a good ten or fifteen seconds, he's dabbing at the corner of his lips with a napkin and finally deigning to reply. ]

The paperwork was all very official, rest assured.

[ All of what he's just said sounds and smells like wet poop. He knows that's not what he's talking about. ]

[ FUCK you Charioce try eating when he's slamming down on the table and the whole thing lurches up on your side by at least half an inch. Probably at least his glass will tip right the fuck over, hope whatever you were drinking doesn't STAIN. ]

You know what I'm talking about! This charade, this... play house. "Peace between nations"? As if such a flaccid arrangement could erase the wounds and the grievances of my people! And you... just what do you gain from such an arrangement? [ ignoring the fact that we just smashed them together for no other reason than we can, ]

What are you trying to accomplish? Charioce XVII.

[ It stains. He just doesn't care. He'll be given a new table within the hour. ]

I gain the cooperation of your kind, and the satiation of mine. [ Calmly. He's looking at him now, but it's still with emotionless eyes. Like he's not entirely focusing, answering because he has to. ] I'm certain you're aware, but many of them opposed the desecration. The captain of my own company of knights was especially vocal about giving your kind a second chance.

[ Go thank Kaisar. ]

This was the next best option for me to gain what I see.

charioce xvii ( rage of bahamut )

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well

thanks i am physically crying

LMFAO

belatedly i just realized i used the wrong "bear"... bare it... get it. ha. ha.

azazel is still a twunk