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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/4/2016 5:45:35 AM
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[i]Remy's eyes widened for a moment, before he gave a curt nod, and bent his knees just a little. His hands slid from Olivia's shoulders, to the back of her neck, the space between her index finger and thumb filled by the Dragonslayer's ears as his fingers me at the back of her neck, basically cupping her head.
Then, without further a do, Remy of Lordran pressed his lip to Olivia's, head tilt slightly to the side so their noses wouldn't bash into each other. [/i]
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[i]The knightess simply kept her left hand on Remy's waist while smooching the Chosen Undead rather calmly, her right, still armored hand moving up his spinal cord and to the back of his neck, softly rubbing against his skin. Olivia only stayed in place, though she would probably break away in a moment or two, as...well, she wasn't used to this kind of stuff.[/i]
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[i]And, well, this was quite literally Remy's very first kiss. In fact, it was the closest he had ever gotten to a woman so far. Don't have much time for romance when you're living in a grimdark land of buttfückery. His hands remained precisely where they were, the skin rough and tough form lots of time spent swinging massive swords and holding giant shields. He wasn't really.. doing much during the kiss - he didn't have any experience to, so he just.. kept his lips placed to the Dragonslayer's. Slowly, he broke away and back, his hands shifting from Olivia's cheeks and neck to her shoulders. Remy then then just grinned in silence. [/i]
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[i]It was sorta funny, since...well, Olivia was in the same situation, except she had never really been in Lordran or Lothric or whatever the -blam!- people call it nowadays. But even then, she honestly had no clue about what she was doing, so she didn't pull anything with her tongue or moved around a ton. She pretty much just stood still for the majority of it, until Remy finally broke away. Afterwards, she lowered her hand back his spine instead of his neck, her other hand still at his waist.[/i] "So...that was nice." [i]She only grinned awkwardly, snickering quietly after she had spoken.[/i]
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[i]When Remy was there, the land was calling Lordran, so let's go with that.. Remy had.. mixed feelings about the land of Ancient Lords, because, well, it was the place where he rose to be supremely powerful, but also where he experienced so much pain.. That's pretty damn edgy. The Chosen Undead smirked in response, his head nodding just a little. He then withdrew his hands, before placing them both on Olivia's hips, holding them there loosely, the cold metal making his hands tingle a little. Not a unpleasant tingle, but more of an.. interesting one.[/i] "For a first kiss, I must admit that it felt nice, fair maiden.. Though, then again, I've got nothing to compare to." [i]He chuckled softly, straightening himself with a soft groan, his old and weary bones.. Well, what the -blam!- am I saying. He's twenty-four. He then shyly spoke, his words soft-spoken,[/i] "..L-Love you.."
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[i]Wait, so he's six years older than Olivia then? Nice. Olivia's already wide smile grew as she heard the last two words that Remy spoke, and she looked as if she could cry out of absolute joy and happiness. She couldn't be happier, to tell the honest truth...she had forgotten completely about the thing that had occurred within the arena, as that didn't matter anymore. What did matter was that she was with one smexy-ass Dark Lord.[/i] "...L-Love you too, Remy...Love you too..."
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[i]Yep. Six years older. Remy, himself, couldn't be happier either, really. He had the widest smile on his face, showing a few of his surprisingly clean and white teeth - something that normally would be rather unexpected from someone who came from what is basically medieval times. And, while the events that happened in the arena still spooked his mind and made him feel shit about himself, he still felt the happiest he had ever been.. Plus, there were more important things.. like that 10/10 Dragonslayer in his hands. [/i] "You don't know how much it means to this one, hearing that.." [i]And with those words, Remy very gently pulled Olivia against himself, his arms wrapping around the pretty badass lass. [/i]
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[i]The knightess only smiled back, and as that fine b*stard known as Remy pulled her in for a hug, she wrapped her own arms around the Dark Lord, pressing her head against his chest in the process and resting upon him. She found herself lucky, really. She looked up at him after a moment of embracing, a wide grin full of absolute joy still present on her face.[/i] "You're absolutely amazing, Y'know...absolutely amazing..." [i]She pressed her own head against his chest once again, closing her bright electric yellow eyes and sighing in a relieved manner.[/i]
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[i]Of course.. This.. was all an act. You see, Remy was one hell of an actor and a liar - good enough to act like he was truly in love with the Dragonslayer, even.. But nobody had to know that; for everyone, this was gonna look and feel real.. And, well, when the Dark Lord had achieved his goal.. he'd disappear for a while, only to come back and act like he had no idea who Olivia was. But, that was for in the future. Remy pressed a very soft, loving, and generally affectionate kiss on Olivia's forehead, his arms tightly embracing the slightly shorter woman in his arms, like he was protecting her from the outside world. Truly a sign of love, don't you think?[/i] "No matter how amazing I am.. I'll never be able to compare to you, fair maiden.. Because, in my eyes, you're the very definition of perfection."
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Edited by Orn: 10/5/2016 2:23:34 PM[i]Hell, Olivia fell for the entire thing magnificently. She had placed all of her trust into Remy, as...well, he was the only person that she legitimately cared for her. She had no idea of what his real plan was, and honestly...she actually did love him. Olivia only blushed a magnificent red, she stayed in place, as she didn't know what to say at all. And yes, I'm going along with the plan that Remy's pulling off. I'm not pulling a Sketch and immediately knowing that he's a bad person. That would be boring as hell, plus I intend to develop Olivia. [/i]
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[i]Remy had hoped this.. That the Dragonslayer was in love with him. [b]Truly[/b] in love with him.. Because, well, it'd just mean he'd get his goal fulfilled sooner. And, the sooner the better, of course. The manipulation prick softly pressed another kiss on Olivia's forehead, remaining like that for a bit, with his lips pressed against the knightess' forehead. Then, inevitably, he pulled his head back with a wide smile, whispering with a voice as soft as satin, [/i] "Is there anything you want to do on this day, my dear? I leave the choice to you.."
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"...Of course I would, dear..." [i]Olivia was so deeply entranced by the Dark Lord that she would do anything. And I mean anything, as in...Y'know. She pressed an armored hand against Remy's chest alongside her head, her eyes still completely closed as she kept grinning. She didn't know about anything that Remy was planning, and even if she did...she couldn't bring herself to hurt him.[/i]
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"Anything in specific? I'm up to doing new things.. which would be a lot.. For example, what are.. 'sports' and 'televisions'? I just don't know.. So, since you know this place a lot better than me, I'm leaving it up to you, my love." [i]Remy softly and lovingly whispered to Olivia, his bare, tanned, and muscular arms tightly holding her close to him, providing safety, comfort.. faked love. He softly chuckles, simply amused by his own ignorance of this world and time - though it made sense, considering that he came from medieval times.[/i] "So, if you please will.."
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"...I don't know what we could do, really. I mean...We could watch television, and...Y'know." [i]The knightess chuckled awkwardly before breaking away from Remy for a moment, raising her left hand to grab his right wrist. A grin was on her young, excited face as she began dragging him out of the arena, and towards the apartment complex within the Dojo. Olivia herself owned an apartment, and it was...well, pretty badass, to say the least.[/i]
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[i]Remy put up the tiniest bit of resistance in his confusion about "y'know" might be, but he didn't dare wonder, so he simply and clumsily stumbled after Olivia, before walking at her side, each step he took with his making nary a noise on when they hit the dirt floor of the arena.[/i] "My fair maiden, what do you mean with 'y'know'?" [i]The very confused Chosen Undead asked out of pure curiousity, for he really didn't know. He didn't know what television was either, but what the hell was the "y'know"?![/i] "And.. Watch television? I hope you understand I'm.. very, very confused."
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"...I, uh...well, um...Just...anything, I guess. Hang out. Get drunk...I don't know." [i]She blushed intensely, which this was like...her twentieth time blushing, Jesus. I'm gonna have to come up with more things to say. Ooh, perhaps "her face turned as red as her hair"? I dunno. Olivia kept dragging Remy towards her assumed home, still grinning quite wildly as she went silent. She honestly didn't know what they could do, but they could try getting drunk. Even though Olivia was eighteen, she didn't mind the laws. Plus...that would help Remy with his...plan, wouldn't it?[/i]
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[i]Remy's confusion only grew. Get drunk? Sure, he knew what it was but he had never ever seem alcohol, let alone get drunk! He shrugged, not really going to question the intoxication part.. He was, however, going to continue questioning the television stuff. [/i] "B-But, fair maiden! What is a television? And.. w-watch it? Is the.. television going to do something's bad? Is that why we need to watch it?" [i]He truly his did not fücking know, confusion and curiousity growing as the seconds passed, because, well, Remy was just a very curious man. And, as I've said a million times, he's from practically medieval times, so he truly wouldn't know. [/i]
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"What? No! Television isn't bad, it's like...entertainment! We can watch sports! It's amazing, but it's sorta weird, too..." [i]Some time later, the two lovers (well, Olivia is a "lover", Remy's a -blam!-ing c*nt.) arrived at the door leading into Olivia's room. After some button clicking for the assumed password, the girl opened the large wooden door, pulling Remy within her home. The apartment was actually rather nice, to say the least. The walls were made of plaster and clay, being smooth and white. The room that the two entered appeared to be a combination between a living room and kitchen, as a long counter was on the right of the room, surrounded by a large oven, a sink, and dishwasher. A rather inexpensive microwave sat on the counter, with leftovers of Chinese from what seemed to be from last night within its interior. Sitting on the counter itself was a rather large variety of alcohol beverages, ranging from beer, whiskey, vodka, moonshine, wine...pretty much everything. Olivia was eighteen, sure, but she didn't care about alcohol regulations at all. The kitchen was completed with a large plastic fridge sitting in the corner, alongside a radio that was silent. On the other side of the large room was a red velvet coat, with a tall wooden table right next to it. A leather chair sat next to said table, while both were pointed towards a flatscreen TV, something that Remy seemed to not be familiar with. A small black remote sat on the table. There was a hallway leading out of the kitchen, leading to three doorways, the first being the bathroom, with ceramic flooring and a rather shiny toilet and sink, the second being the laundry room, and the third being Olivia's bedroom. [/i] "Mind taking a seat? Gotta go get all of this off." [i]Olivia chuckled awkwardly as she lead Remy to the couch, as if she wanted him to sit down, get comfy, maybe introduce him to television...she didn't know. Now of course, Remy could be a complete creep when Olivia was removing her armor within her room, but hey. Just an idea. [/i]
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[i]As soon as the two entered the apartment, Remy absolutely froze, his breath stopping in his throat as his eyes cautiously widened. For him, literally everything in the room was strange and foreign - he didn't understand or know what literally anything was! But, with a deep gulp, the manipulative cuck unfroze, weakly nodding at Olivia's words. Once at the couch and when Olivia had left the room, Remy's right hand reached over his right shoulder, tightly wrapping around the metal cruciform of the Wolfknight Greatsword.. The familiar feeling calmed the confused man several - though that didn't stop him from slowly sliding the giant sword out of its sheath, a loud "shiiiiiink" being heard as metal slid past leather. The man then slowly lowered himself onto the couch, resting his sword (obby) in his lap, the cruciform on the right side of his legs, tip and most of the blade on the left, his hand wrapped around the grip tight enough to make his knuckles go white - just in case something decided to leap at him.. Which the knight thought was very possible with how unfamiliar his territory was. And no, he's not gonna go and look. Because that'd probably ruin his plans. [/i]
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[i]Olivia, on the other hand, was undressing and removing the golden armor and skin-tight carbon fiber suit that engulfed her body, switching those out and placing the armor on a mannequin within her room, while and folded away her carbon suit and placed it within a drawer. Once that was finished up with, she put on a pair of skinny blue jeans, alongside a dark maroon t-shirt with no designs on its fabric. Alongside this, she had a dark tank top underneath, and of course, panties and a bra for...Y'know. Provably worth mentioning that this showed of her...curves. (WTF is wrong with me.) She exited her room, walking over to the counter and wiping strands of red hair out of her eyes before getting a rather fancy glass from a cabinet above her, opening the top of some wine and pouring the alcohol within it.[/i] "So, uh...you want a drink? I can make you one real quick." [i]She looked over at Remy, not faltering at all although he had drawn his weapon. The weapon that had previously smashed through her skull, and pretty much cleaved her in half. Although Olivia was slightly nervous about its presence...she didn't mind too much.[/i]
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[i]Remy started relaxing once Olivia had returned, feeling.. comfortable with her near. Comfortable enough to even slowly rise up with a soft groan, and slide the sword sideways into the partial sheath. He then slipped the leather band of his sheath off his shoulder, and slowly placed the sheath against the couch, the length of the black, hard leather sheath resting against the cushion thing of the couch, while the point rested on the floor. The Chosen Undead then turned back to Olivia, still haven't spoken a single word, and quickly took a few large, confident steps towards her, his sneakers making gentle thuds on the wooden(?) floor, stopping once Remy was by his victim. He then softly spoke, curiousity being very audible in his voice, [/i] "What.. are these drinks? I'm.. unfamiliar with them all.. I'm.. unfamiliar with everything in this.. house, honestly.. It's all very weird to me." [i]T'was true. Remy was used to castles and great cities when it came to human architecture. Not things like.. apartments. And drinks? He had to do with water and the food he could hunt, buy, or loot - which.. well, it was pretty meager.. Which makes it even more surprising that the Dark Lord was so well built and muscular.. Talking about his muscles, his ceramic white T-shirt hugged them very nicely, showing off his muscular arms, back, and chest. Because, well, finding a well fitting T-shirt was surprisingly hard for a giant like him. [/i]
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[i]Only grinning, the Dragonslayer stared into the dark liquid within her glass before taking a sip of it, setting it down and smiling a little more. She looked back at Remy, holding it out for him to see the contents within the wine glass.[/i] "Alcohol. Y'know. Beer, wine, moonshine... Oh...right, you're new here...sorry." [i]And for about the fiftieth time, Olivia blushed out of embarrassment, her face turning about as red as her long, flowing hair. Hey. That does have a nice ring to it.[/i] [i]She snickered quietly afterwards, as she realized she had a shit-ton of things to explain to the Dark Lord that she loved. And, well, would ruin her life later.[/i] "Well...there's this stuff called alcohol that people like, and uh...it's good. Totally."
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[i]When Olivia blushed for the millionth time, Remy just slowly and slightly hesitantly raised his right hand, and very gently and lovingly, even, stroked the Dragonslayer's right cheek, a wide smile on Remy's face.. SUDDEN TRANSITION TO REMY'S THOUGHTS. "Olivia's.. actually fun to be with.. She's cute, quirky.. What am I thinking?! Plans! Fulfill my goal, then get out. Simple stuff. I don't have time for romance.. But, wouldn't it be terrible to just.. destroy her? She loves me.. trusts me.." The Dark Lord gently cupped Olivia's right cheek, and carefully pulled her closer as he leaned in. His left arm wrapped around the knight's lower back, his knees bending just a little before their lips met in a soft kiss. "Well, I guess she'll just have to deal with it." Then, he pulled back again and straightened himself, though his hand and arm remained where they were, his smile still wide and bright. [/i] "I'll have whatever you're having."
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[i]Olivia's soft pinkish lips had the taste of wine on them, but Remy would've enjoyed the smooch nonetheless. After breaking away, she turned away from Remy and went over to the counter to get a glass, showing off her...uh...Y'know.[/i] [i]AND NOW TO OLIVIA'S THOUGHTS: "...Now that I'm thinking about it...Remy matters a lot! I mean, he's cute, although he...Y'know, killed Dad, but he's still adorable when he's confused. And so very brave, and... Where the hell is that glass? Oh. Finally."[/i] [i]She took one, and poured the wine within it, almost filling the entire thing with the liquid. Olivia held Remy's glass out to him for him to take, a smile on her tan and loving face.[/i] [i]"I hope he didn't taste the alcohol on my lips... Wait. What if we get drunk? Eh, nothing too bad would happen."[/i] "...Cheers, Remy..."
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[i]Remy slowly licked his lips after the kiss, pondering about about the taste of the wine. It.. was interesting, and he definitely liked it - like, actually liked it; no faking stuff here. He grinned, not looking at Olivia's.. view because, well, he was still taller and not one to stare at a woman's ass even though he's totally smashing her heart with a hammer. Once the Dragonslayer was done with the glass, Remy careful took it with a grateful nod and a wide smile. He slowly and carefully raised the wine glass to his lips, taking a small sip. The Chosen Undead let the alcohol lay on his tongue for a while, getting accustomed to the taste before be swallowed, nodding in appreciation afterwards.[/i] "Interesting taste.. I must say, dear, that I'm a fan of it.. What's it called? Where did you get it? Many questions." [i]Remy took another sip from his wine, immediately gulped it down, still smiling wide.. He was going to get drunk real quick, with his extremely low alcohol tolerance - it was his first time, after all. [/i]
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"Wine, love. It's wine. Got it from some guy in Dojoville..." [i]Olivia took another drink from her glass, now leaning against the counter and pressing her waist against its actually somewhat comfortable surface. She would get drunk fairly quickly off of this too, considering her young age and inexperience in drinking...Remy could probably take advantage of her in this state.[/i] "...It's pretty damn good stuff, to say the least. Of course, I only drink this in times of celebration...I guess you can call this one of those times."
