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Entry tags:
- * intro,
- * overflow,
- dragon age: solas,
- dresden files: justine,
- ensemble girls: suzu kuromori,
- ensemble stars: koga oogami,
- ensemble stars: rei sakuma,
- ensemble stars: ritsu sakuma,
- ffvii: cloud strife,
- ffvii: zack fair,
- ffxiv: aymeric de borel,
- ffxiv: francel de haillenarte,
- fgo: antonio salieri,
- fgo: cu chulainn,
- fgo: nobunaga oda,
- fgo: wolfgang amadeus mozart,
- fz: waver velvet,
- granblue fantasy: belial,
- harry potter: newt scamander,
- loz oot: zelda,
- original: iramaat,
- original: pearson langford,
- original: petrana de lamorraine,
- p4: souji seta,
- p5: akira kurusu,
- rwby: blake belladonna,
- star ocean: nel zelpher,
- star wars: kylo ren,
- steven universe: peridot,
- steven universe: steven universe,
- super danganronpa 2: gundam tanaka,
- tales of zestiria: mikleo
@bluffer
[oh my gosh, belial, quiet down! francel looks around, nervously, as though he's concerned that someone is going to see him with this... abject pervert, but after a moment, his nervousness rather strangely seems to leave him. he furrows his brow, his expression hardened and unimpressed.]
How many people actually accept your overtures?
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[ His expression remains haughty; brows curved in curiosity as his lips remained poised with a smile even if he draws the attention of others. He's clearly not a man who feels an ounce of shame, speaking with honesty -- or feigned honesty, practiced and turned into an expertise over time -- with a tone so suggestive it should bring a person to their knees. ]
Would you be frustrated to be just another number? Or are you going to tell me that you're one of those who'd reject my offer?
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[a kind of vulnerability crosses francel's features for a moment, as if belial's question has hurt him, though there's no reason that it should. his lips press together briefly, as if he's trying to brace himself.]
I just — it's naught to do with what I would do. I'd just like to know.
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[ He expression is adorable, if only to be brushed off easily as he considers the amount of people he's crossed paths with and those he's indulged with sexually... over thousands of years. It's obviously difficult to keep record of it, especially when he's never bothered to truly remember a person's name after he's had his fill -- and even more so when he takes his repressed anger out on them. ]
I really can't put a number on it. Let's go with at least well over one hundred?
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belatedly, francel realizes that he didn't put a timeframe on the question — he's forced to assume that belial means he's had over a hundred sexual partners over the course of his lifetime. of course, since he doesn't know that belial isn't quite as young as he appears, that seems like... a frankly ridiculous frequency of sex.
francel pulls a wry face.]
...Doesn't it get tiresome? A hundred different people, none of whom you could possibly have cause to know... I can't imagine that your experience could possibly be unique each and every time.
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Hm... [ Belial recalls back to some; repetitive and most not bringing him to the level of pleasure he desires.
All of his late night partners have blended together into a pool of muddy memories that he quickly brushes off when the time is over, however there's no letting go of the fact that he's done this all for the sake of allowing time to pass.
Which may come as insulting for the poor individuals who had a brush with his more deviant side -- sating his anger with a quick beheading.
So yes. All of it is very tiresome. ] Sometimes. [ But he lies, of course. ] But it's no fun sleeping in a bed all on your own, don't you agree? And some of us are just looking for a good time [ he's "some of us" ] before they've got to do their usual routine. So I don't think there's anything wrong with having a large body count.
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[francel really ought to stop himself, but he gestures loosely up and down belial's frame, clearly trying to comprehend what the fallen angel does for a living, and... he fails to do so.]
You look like — [he breaks off. a hoe might be one honest response to that question, except francel doesn't have that word in its modern usage in his vocabulary, and neither does he know words like gigolo, and neither will he admit to knowing words like escort.
wisely, he chooses not to finish that sentence.]
...I've no idea.
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I'm an celebrity. [ Makes sense why he gets around. ] An actor, to be more specific. In fact the last work I was in before coming here I was the villain character sent to the ends of the world with his beloved -- don't I look the part?