#coldestwind

[rebelliousprodigy]

"Bonjour, Belle au bois dormant~"

He feels the warmth of blood trickling down his torso and his forehead; it's a thin stream but steady and sticky. And his body is stiff, sore muscles protesting against his slow movements. Dante opened his eyes and noticed his Rebellion stabbed down betwixt his legs.

Huh?

Scattered mechanical limbs and his sangria leather coat was strewn across the room and the bed...was broken. His culprit is laying there looking at him, fingers toying with a few bruises on his forearm. Was she wearing his shirt? Er..half of it anyway since buckles and fabric clung loosely to his chest. Instead of getting away from the crazy femme, Dante just groaned and fell back onto the bed.

It collapses.

[rebelliousprodigy]

"Mon beau frenchie," He dances around on the tips of his boots before leaning into a bow with a red rose presented betwixt his dentas. 

[xorphic]

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[ it could be a panic attack. ]

//But I have no reason to be having one. Not then at least because right now I'm on the verge of having one. ;u;

[alexander-kozachenko]

⊕

Send me ⊕ for a pro and con list about our characters sleeping together

Pros

+ He’s surprisingly flexible.  

+ Has an impressive tongue and an even more impressive penis–just ask Leon.  

+ Will attempt to be seductive in other languages.  

+ Can be sensual or dirty–either way you’d like to go. 

Cons

- He’d get intimidated by how tall she is jesus christ I–  

- He doesn’t speak French.  

[oneplasticweave]

⊕

Send me ⊕ for a pro and con list about our characters sleeping together

Pros:      1) Those arms come in handy… IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN       2) She speaks French… the language of love aka PUSSY LANGUAGE      3) Dat metal is like S&M. They be gettin’ a lil cray cray      4) The winds of destruction will be the bedsheets afterward :P

  Cons:       1)It’s gonna be a one night stand.        

[russkiysamurai]

Optic lenses zeroed in on the nasty little demarcations and the old gashes across his skin. Looked like old beige patent leather Armstrong seemed to have in his office. Her lips curled to a very perverse and vulgar smile. "Carved up like a little pig, are you? Men like you belong on the bottom--lying down and taking it."

Of course, as her namesake, her words were frigid. They didn't effect the man however, as he made his repairs to his cybernetic arm. "A pig would be in the slaughter by now. Yet here I sit." He moved the fingers on his cybernetic hand. Stiff in the ring finger. He began his work on it.

[iamraiden]

YOU BOTH THINK YOU'RE REALLY FUNNY, DON'T YOU.

[iamraiden]

A soft huff of breath. "Turn around."