ROXANNE BRASCHI
Chimera
psychic-skinwalker
Posts: 176
Age:
30
Occupation:
Professor at Whitmore College
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Chase Buckley
Played by:
Julia
Last seen May 2, 2024 18:30:46 GMT
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Post by ROXANNE BRASCHI on May 24, 2023 0:51:14 GMT
━ i don't know where i'm going, but i sure know where i've been ━ IT WASN’T LIKE THEY’D PLANNED ANYTHING TONIGHT, BUT IT WAS sort of a given Roxxi would see him after work. Or, at least, she thought it was. As the mutt, Roxxi had followed him around for a good portion of the afternoon, and everything seemed fine. He’d only texted her once throughout the day, but still━it was fine. Dio, was she a fucking d*ck-whipped bitch now? Did Chase have her on a leash?! And no, even as “Domino,” he didn’t. Ninety percent of the time. Sometimes it was somewhat necessary when they were inside, at least for appearance's sake.
Anyway. She was starting to get a little irritated. Roxxi had spent the last hour scrolling through her phone while lying on his bed, periodically checking on the slow cooker in the kitchen. She’d brought it from her place, of course, and now it was just keeping warm while it awaited Chase’s homecoming. While she awaited Chase’s homecoming.
Honestly, what the fuck. Where was he? There was no way they were keeping him past ten p.m. She’d already texted him twice since arriving, just simply, “Hey, I came over with dinner” and “Are you done soon?” But both received no response. She tried again. “Are you still at work?” There was no way, but she was trying to not be so crazy right off the bat. It wasn’t like Chase deserved it; she was the one more likely to be out doing something stupid, right?
Ugh. Roxxi really hoped he didn’t actually feel that way. She’d never… she loved Chase so much. She figured he knew that by now, and maybe after they made up and he shared his side of the story she knew by heart, he could be sure of it. Plus, she didn’t speak to Mikey. He wasn’t home now━maybe a late shift at the diner or with the chick from the kitchen (the brothers had a fucking type, huh?)━but, even if he was, she knew they wouldn’t be engaging with one another. They’d sit in opposite rooms and listen to the other’s movements, ensuring the coast was clear before either ventured out.
Still no answer from Chase. If she had anything left to cook, she’d be doing it now just to clear her mind. And, because she didn’t, Roxxi pulled off her top layer and snapped a photo. The frame was from her lips to mid-ribcage, her skin bare save for the necklace he’d gotten her for her birthday. It covered one of the leaves tattooed on her skin, a dainty vine extending below her breast bone, ending in a leaf on her sternum. She sent it off, then added, “Get home soon” and grinned at her phone, staring at it like this would be the one that got an immediate response.
Roxxi waited a moment or two before putting her clothes back on, checking it a few more times, then going back to scrolling. After half an hour, she was fucking livid.
She Facetimed him once, then again, and, finally, his stupid fucking face appeared on the screen. Loud, garbled sounds filtered in from his surroundings, and she saw suspicious lighting in the background. Mafankulo. “Chase? Where the fuck are you?” Roxxi snapped, dark brows furrowing. “Are you fucking kidding me? I made you dinner. When the fuck did you decide you were going out?” It wasn’t like he had to ask permission, but… well, yeah, he fucking did! How would he feel if she went out without telling him? Whatever shitty response he managed to come up with was eclipsed by a sultry voice in the background, mostly clear despite all the other sounds. Obviously female.
“Hang up the phone, sugar, keep your eyes on me.”
“What?” Roxxi growled, grinding her teeth together. She glared at her phone like he’d turn it and she’d be able to see this bitch if she looked at it hard enough. “Who the fuck is that? Where are you? The club? I’m coming to get you.” And perhaps beat him if the mood struck her. Roxxi hung up before waiting for much of a response and grabbed her jacket, angrily stuffing her arms in the sleeves as she went to the kitchen. She clasped the slow cooker’s knob to turn it off (even if he deserved his apartment burning down), but a few sparks exploded from her fingers, and the whole thing shut off anyway. Fuck. Muttering expletives to herself in Italian, Roxxi pulled the plug from the wall and stormed out, slamming the apartment door behind her.
The Mustang’s engine roared as Roxxi turned the key, then again as she peeled out of the lot and down the street, reaching the club in a matter of minutes. She parked on the curb and slipped out, stomping up to the door despite the line. Someone in the line piped up, and the bouncer told her she couldn’t park there, but Roxxi merely stopped to address the crowd of disgruntled people. “I’m just here to take my piece of shit boyfriend home. I’m not going to drink. I’m going in, grabbing him, and leaving. That’s it.” She stepped up to the large bouncer like she was the same height (and width) as him, looking him right in the eyes. “Are we good?” She puffed, and he let her in with only a brief moment of hesitation.
Roxxi tucked her keys in her pocket (she’d end up using them as a weapon if she didn’t put them away) and stormed through the club, scanning for any sign of Chase and some skank. She walked the length of the bar without any luck, but finally found him on the side opposite the entrance. She hadn’t seen him come out of the door behind him, but she could only fucking imagine. And, as expected, some bitch (dressed like a wh-re) was with him.
She stormed up to Chase and━instead of smacking him like she wanted to━shoved him, clenching her jaw so hard she thought she might break a tooth. “What the fuck is the matter with you, you stupido pezzo di merda,” It wasn’t really a question. And maybe she was overreacting━it wasn’t Chase’s fault that some woman other than Roxxi wanted to sleep with him━but no, fuck him, he should’ve answered her God damn texts. And why the fuck did he feel the need to be in this shithole alone? It would be another thing if he was with work friends or something, but this was the man who spent his free time playing Dungeons and fucking Dragons, not with hook-rs in seedy bars. She only felt worse when the blonde bimbo bitch just smiled at her, and a surge of jealousy thundered through Roxxi.
“You ever tried meditation, honey? Might help ya calm down. Ya don’t own him, y’know, if he wants a real woman, he’s gotta find one elsewhere…”
Roxxi stared at her incredulously, passing the look to Chase and then back to her before she scoffed. “I don’t remember asking for your opinion, you redneck bitch.” She hissed, and moved in with her arm raised, trying to shoulder past Chase to swing at the blonde.
CHASE BUCKLEY | Translation: Motherfucker Stupid piece of shit
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CHASE BUCKLEY
Demon
Posts: 139
Age:
38
Occupation:
Detective
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Roxanne Braschi
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Apr 27, 2024 18:43:01 GMT
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Post by CHASE BUCKLEY on Jun 17, 2023 17:05:08 GMT
It was a miracle he could even feel the vibration of the phone over the pounding that seemed to echo through every inch of this place. Castor kept an arm locked around the blonde, his body pressed tight enough to those curves that it would’ve been a miracle if you could see where one ended and the other began. He shifted as the kid scuttled over with the drinks - providing table service for the things he knew not to complain about it to, and enough of a distraction to fish his phone out of his pocket. Was it the brother, still making amends for taking his taste of the cherry before he’d wrapped his lips around it? Or was it the cherry herself, trying to sweeten her taste to make sure that the trace of tartness that ran through her like a ribbon wrapped around her impetuous choices didn’t have him spitting her out?
Bingo. The cherry.
The photo had desperate little Chase groaning down inside of him, the body they shared stirring in a way that had him shivering and laughing. He’d had a taste of the cherry too, used his tongue to tie her up in knots. Chase had no idea about that, he woulda been doing more than rattling the bars of his little cage if he’d known it hadn’t been him that first night – yet another man’s hands, lips, on his woman, and she’d loved it.
One blunt edged nail ran a line up of one of those vines, circling where it had before, over and over until the blonde in his arms was turning back and possessiveness had him thumbing off the phone screen to jam it back in the pocket of his jeans. He’d warned Hannya off of trying to take her own bite before, he wouldn’t put it past her to try it again, just to draw that anger up out of him like a gush of the cherry juice – warm, sour and bright red.
”Hey kid, make it two more and keep ‘em comin’. We’re stayin’ a while.” Castor’s lip curled. Oh there’d been a look at that, but wisely the brat kept his mouth shut. Baby vamp versus two ancient evils – he knew it was no contest. He threw the first mouthful back, hissed the heat back out against Hannya’s skin as the beat took up again and he went back to throwing off the chains of confinement he had to keep himself wrapped in. It was all for the craic as papa Buckley woulda said, harking back to a land his people hadn’t seen in a couple hundred years – even if it took that long for all of this to truly pay off.
The music continued to pound, the ebb and flow in the club above lending energy to flesh that had been short on it when just five minutes to shut his eyes in the parking lot of the station on the way out of there had turned into a nap for the good cop that had lasted hours. Sweet, naïve, foolish Chase would’ve gone home to the girlfriend, ignoring the prickle of doubt over her that he woulda sent up like whale song from the depths. Dinner that woulda added to the sleepiness, coiling around one another on the couch for some shitty movie, not dissimilar to the way he did around Hannya as he pulled her down into the booth now. Disgustingly domestic. The entire situation filling Chase with a love that left him feeling sick. He could pull the roots of it out at any time, but too soon would’ve spoiled the entire thing.
Buzz. Buzz. Fuckingbuzzbuzzbuzz. She was persistent, he’d give her that. Chase’s woman wasn’t gonna quit on him. Jealousy was a bitch though, wasn’t it? He wasn’t careful at drawing the phone out, did nothing but snort as he saw the time on it. How many hours had she been sitting there stewing now? Picturing her man pawing at some other broad, the same way Chase had imagined her doing the same – knowing that it had happened. The demon took his sweet time answering too, letting the camera pick up a sweep of the club to lay that breadcrumb trail before it was aimed at his own face. If there was gonna be a confrontation tonight it’d be better right here, where Hannya would have to temper her instincts just a little.
”Baby,” Castor crooned, pasting on an innocent look as Roxxi’s temper began to slip. Ooop. ”Baby, come on, don’t be like that. You know, some guys from the station … asked … just a few drinks …” No apology, no attempt to raise his voice over the music, or Hannya’s crooning words. Castor let that smile spread sweet and slow as syrup over his face as he tipped his head back into the cradle of Hannya’s cleavage to look up at her. ”So demanding,” he murmured, shuddering out a laugh. Most of this probably wasn’t getting through the Roxxi, but there was enough there to have her spitting questions at him. ”Baby, you don’t gotta, I’m a …” Grown ass demon who knew exactly which buttons to press. He’d hit Roxxi’s with a jab of his thumb, cutting off the call with a laugh.
Dark brows rose in time with the corners of his mouth. ”You better knock that drink back,” he told Hannya as he dropped his phone into his lap and slid his hand up her thigh. ”Looks like we’re gettin’ company. You best be on your best behaviour, you hear me?” One brow hitched higher as he peeled his hand off and brought it down with a crack on Hannya’s thigh. The warning probably wouldn’t do anything more than give her added incentive to blow this whole thing up.
That need to protect his own end game had him towing Hannya up the stairs five minutes after the call had cut off. The door down to Emerald City swung shut behind them, the crowds parting like he was Moses himself and they were the Red Sea – well, they might be soon enough.
”Roxxi, baby, you’re here!” A thin thread of glee slipped through him, bright as gold. Castor grinned sloppily, extending a hand to her, fingers wiggling to encourage her close enough to take it. If she didn’t she might just crack, the walnut shell like bunch of muscles in her jaw looking like they were ripe to pop. He paused as she swore at him, puffing out a breath as he pasted on that hurt look like he didn’t have a fucking clue what was going on here. What was wrong with his other hand hovering at the small of Hannya’s back? Not as much as there was wrong in the smile Hannya shot her. This was oil and water, both ready to ignite.
The snicker choked up in his throat. Hannya had the matches clutched in her painted nails and she was striking them with each honeyed word out of her mouth. Roxxi, meditating? Not unless it came while she stirred up another pot of pasta, definitely trying to work her way deeper into Chase’s mushy heart through his stomach. Keep the man too stuffed for him to be able to look in any other direction. ”Ladies, ladies, come on …” Castor crooned, closing his fingers around Roxxi’s wrist to draw her in against him as she went to force her way past, already preparing to swing at Hannya. ”We don’t gotta fight over this. Make nice. Roxxi, baby, this is Hannya, Hannya, Roxxi.” His mouth curled into another of those sloppy, guileless smiles. ”Hannya’s been real helpful. You know … we had a few drinks … we got talkin’ and it got real late. Come on, honey, let’s get a drink together …” One that Roxxi would likely throw straight in Hannya’s face, glass and all.
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ROXANNE BRASCHI
Chimera
psychic-skinwalker
Posts: 176
Age:
30
Occupation:
Professor at Whitmore College
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Chase Buckley
Played by:
Julia
Last seen May 2, 2024 18:30:46 GMT
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Post by ROXANNE BRASCHI on Jun 28, 2023 17:39:31 GMT
━ i don't know where i'm going, but i sure know where i've been ━ AS SHE DROVE, ROXXI THOUGHT ABOUT ALL THE DIFFERENT SCENARIOS she might walk into, and how she’d approach each of them. That only proved to ignite her rage like a gallon of gasoline on a fucking fire. She stomped into the club in a fury, ready to crush Chase the moment she saw him. Was this payback or something? A “taste of her own medicine,” as if she’d ever done anything like this to him? How the hell did he think this was a good idea, or at least one Roxxi didn’t deserve to hear?
She didn’t know who she’d swing on first, but that stupid fucking smile on his face nearly made the first victim Chase himself. His expression was lazy, like he’d had a few drinks already (he must’ve to have a fucking hand on that bitch), but she could see his eyes in the low, coloured lights. They were focused, not hazy or glassy, and darker than usual. Like the first time they’d slept together.
Her dad would’ve never done something like this to her mom. Roxxi knew she idolized him, but there was never a moment… not even after she re-married. Her mom might’ve, though━she married his fucking brother before Roxxi’s dad was even cold in the ground. And she didn’t know why this made her think of her dad, but it was that stupid fucking look in his eyes. She was gonna smack it off him.
Roxxi darted at the blonde, trying to get around Chase, but of course the Brick Shithouse wouldn’t budge. He had his hand around her wrist in an instant, pulling Roxxi back like a fucking child, and all that bitch did was smirk. She hadn’t even stepped back.
“What kind of fucking name is that?” Roxxi spat (literally) over Chase’s shoulder, and Hannya wiped the saliva from where it’d hit her cleavage, then made a show of flicking in Roxxi’s direction with a laugh. “Make nice? Helpful about what? What the fuck could you have spoken to her about for so long?! Ti ammazzo, brutto figlio di puttana.” She snapped, not thinking about the fact that he couldn’t understand her. Her mouth kept running, and then tore her hand from his grip, both palms slamming into his chest again. She added a little more power this time, not enough to knock him down, but hoping he’d at least feel it. “I don’t want a drink. Don’t fucking touch me.”
“Maybe he needed someone who could listen,” Hannya hummed like she wasn’t at all affected by the emotions or violence surging through their little bubble. She soaked it all in. “Guess ya don’t do that enough, huh? Maybe he doesn’t feel appreciated.”
Roxxi laughed sharply, raising her brows as her gaze ticked between them, finally landing on Chase. “Oh, you don’t feel appreciated? Is that the issue?” Her voice was fake sweet and dripping in sarcasm. She put on a pout just for him, “I don’t let you talk enough? That must be so difficult for you, honey.” She scoffed, muttering, “Bacha ma culo,” under her breath.
“Well, it ain’t a joke. It’s the number one reason men cheat on their partners.”
She said it with such an awful grin that Roxxi didn’t hesitate. She leapt forward again, halfway behind Chase, the inside of her closed fist slamming into the blonde’s probably-plastic fucking cheek. Hannya’s head shifted with the movement, though the rest of her stayed still, almost like it hadn’t affected her. She laughed darkly, hazel eyes flicking to Castor. “Control your bitch, darlin’, ‘fore I do it for ya.”
“I’d love to see you fucking try it!” Roxxi screamed, going for that awful rat’s nest next, grabbing a handful of platinum locks and pulling, trying to weasel away from Chase to maintain her grip. This bitch was first━because she ran her mouth━and then Roxxi would deal with Chase. After all this, he was in for it.
CHASE BUCKLEY | Translation: 1. I'll kill you, you ugly son of a wh-re. 2. Kiss my ass
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CHASE BUCKLEY
Demon
Posts: 139
Age:
38
Occupation:
Detective
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Roxanne Braschi
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Apr 27, 2024 18:43:01 GMT
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Post by CHASE BUCKLEY on Jul 20, 2023 20:00:43 GMT
The intention hadn’t been to set off World War III right here at the club – in fact he’d been trying to put it off for months. Chaos was his air, his water, his raison d’etre, but for him to keep control of all of that, Hannya and Ms Pants on Fire had to be kept separate. The ignition of Chase Buckley’s life was gonna be in his hands, the match that would blow it all to pieces clutched in his talented fingers. He’d have said Hannya was gonna hate it, but the gift he’d been trying to keep from her had just stormed in the door.
Augustus inserted himself between the two of them, unsure which he’d have to get his hands on first. The trail to the club had been laid with the intention of creating a controlled burn between the two women, creating a fire break between the two of them that would save Roxxi from the worst of what Hannya wanted to do with her. Small crumbs, a little smoke, the fun petering out fast. Not if Roxxi got her claws into the demon though.
He could’ve thrown his head back and groaned, but that was more fuel for the growing fire he was trapped in the middle of now. It would feed Hannya until she was slithering past him, fangs already latched into Roxxi, pouring the poison that had started to spread through her when Hannya had purred down the phone deeper into her system. Roxxi, high on it decided to rush past him instead. Claws versus fangs, which one was gonna win out here, and how much damage was he gonna take while he was stuck between the two of them?
”Hey, heyheyhey … ssh …” The sound probably wouldn’t carry very far but Castor tried to purr in into Roxxi’s ear as he pulled her close enough to set his mouth there. ”Let’s calm down, alright. Hannya’s no different to Roxana. Let’s not get nasty about it.” When the green eyed monster was practically hovering over the three of them on the dance floor, nasty was all they were gonna get. One would suffer from it, the other two would revel in it in differing measures. ”Baby, you don’t gotta get jealous. It was just talkin’ … about work, about this town, about you. I told her all about you.” The grin grew at that, but Roxxi’s didn’t.
Castor puffed as his hand was torn away, as though poor Chase was finally beginning to lose his buzz over all of this. The sloppy, formerly happy drunk was fading, the hurt shining through. ”Sugar, come on. Don’t be mad. I told you this was … well, shit.” He turned his head slowly, dark eyes shining through slitted lids, holding just a little amusement. Hannya had stoked the fires, like she wanted Roxxi to fly at her face, to try and tear that tumble of blonde hair out by the roots. Not that it wouldn’t have been entertaining, buuuut….
”Hey, no, baby, you know I never feel like that.” The dark eyes softened, his lips pursing like the accusation had ripped something open in front of him. Castor raised the hand that’d been holding her back, rubbing the back of it over his mouth. ”You always let me talk. You get me to open up, you know I’ve never had that before.” The sarcasm would’ve had Chase on his knees, hands scrabbling at Roxxi’s hips, no matter where they were. Begging for her to believe him, reminding her of how he’d poured his entire history, his heart out to her when he’d finally opened himself up to her about all that shit in his past. It’d felt like hours of blahblahblah whining about the scratches he’d taken all in the name of getting him on the hook.
His eyes immediately went wide. Castor turned, aiming a finger at Hannya as though that would prove the words that slipped out of her mouth a lie. ”There was no cheating. You know I’d never do that to you. Baby, I’ve been faithful from the minute I saw you at the comic book store. I never even looked at another woman.” He didn’t have to add ’my love life didn’t come back repeatedly to bite us on the ass either’. Laying money on that already swimming around in Roxxi’s head wouldn’t been an easy bet.
Roxxi’s leap wasn’t a surprise. He’d seen it coming from the second Hannya’s lips had parted again. Castor twisted, letting out a holler as Roxxi thrust past him, knuckles slamming into Hannya’s face. Oooh, that had to sting, at least a little. ”You be nice too,” he reminded Hannya, baring his teeth at her in something that was probably too close to a grin. ”Hands to yourselves, both of you. Let’s talk this out like grown ups.” Like that was gonna happen. In a moment one would get a handful of the other and the fur would start flying while he watched it all. Well, look at him, fucking psychic and all.
Rattlesnake fast, Castor wrapped himself around her. His hands slithered under her pits, arms locking around her chest as he hauled her back into the front of his body. Hot breath panted against her neck as he tried to pull her back, inadvertently leaving her yanking on Hannya’s hair instead. ”Roxxi, baby, you’re gonna let her go, alright? She’s pushin’ your buttons, and you’re givin’ into it. I would never do that to you, you believe me right? You’re the one I was comin’ home to. I was gonna be home soon, was gonna follow my way up that vine, to right here.” His voice dropped, his mouth finding that tender spot just below her ear and latching on gently in punctuation. Eventually he would’ve done, after he was done here, of course. She’d been impatient though, ragged nerves fizzing and popping until Chase’s little firecracker was on the brink of blowing right up in Hannya’s face.
"Get your hands off her, asshole!" A voice jeered out of the crowd, whipping his head around to find it. They'd drawn back, space opening up around them as everybody had gathered for their entertainment. Elbowing each other like needed the urging, a knot of guys stepped forward. "I said take your hands off her, man."
Castor laughed low, baring his teeth even as he pulled Roxxi tighter into him with the hand that flattened in that soft spot below her ribs, fingers grazing higher. "You tellin' me to put my girlfriend down?"
They laughed, the blonde in the lead - a guy who looked like he'd been riding the crest of that lead jock way since high school - shaking his head. "We're making you. Bet we could calm them both down. You want a real man, honey?" The idiot made a grab for his arm, like he could peel him away.
The expression on Castor's face stilled for a moment, something darker swirling into the already dark eyes before it vanished and he was jabbing his elbow up into the guy's face, keeping Roxxi tucked into him with his other arm as he whipped his head forward. Maybe it wasn't Hannya who was going to having this place exploding afterall.
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ROXANNE BRASCHI
Chimera
psychic-skinwalker
Posts: 176
Age:
30
Occupation:
Professor at Whitmore College
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Chase Buckley
Played by:
Julia
Last seen May 2, 2024 18:30:46 GMT
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Post by ROXANNE BRASCHI on Aug 14, 2023 16:24:05 GMT
━ i don't know where i'm going, but i sure know where i've been ━ “SCUSA?” IN WHAT FUCKING WORLD WERE ‘ROXANA’ AND ‘HANNYA’ similar? Did all those blows to the head leave him permanently mentally fucking deficient? Even if they were (which they fucking weren’t), in what world would she want to hear that?
Jealous? She’d fucking show him jealous. The blonde only stoked the fire burning in Roxxi’s chest, ready to lash out and burn her to a crisp right where she stood. This bitch was lucky Roxxi didn’t have some random fire ability now, but she was sure a few zaps exploded from her fingertips as she shoved Chase and went for Hannya. He’d better hope she never found out that he was doing more than talking to another fucking woman━and why would he even need to?━otherwise she would reduce him to a crisp (in one way or another).
Her head snapped to him when he mentioned being faithful. Since the fucking comic book store, when they weren’t together, and she had no plan of seeing him again. “What is that supposed to mean?” Roxxi asked through her teeth, tears already beginning to cloud her vision. She knew it was a snide remark about the two times he’d had to deal with something from her past… exploits, but why the fuck did it matter? They were both before him. This was different. He was practically melting into a fucking bimbo right in front of her.
A bimbo who didn’t know when to stay fucking quiet. She piped up again, telling Chase to keep her in line, and it didn’t matter what Chase had to fucking say afterwards. Roxxi was diving past him, slamming her knuckles into Hannya’s cheek and grabbing a fistful of her hair. She was sure a few more tendrils of electricity jumped out to fry that bleach-blonde shit even worse than it already was, but that didn’t matter so much as Chase pulled her away.
In the back of her mind, she understood why he was doing it, but she wasn’t thinking logically. Right now, all she was thinking about was tearing a chunk of hair from Hannya’s scalp and elbowing Chase in that fucking nose. That would get him off of her, and she would be free to kick the shit out of this bitch before unleashing the rest of her anger on Chase.
Before she could, though, Chase started cooing to her, his hand moving to her sternum, his lips latched on just below her ear. She didn’t lose herself completely, Roxxi wasn’t controlled by him that way, but it did temper her rage somewhat. She opened her hand and watched Hannya’s hair fly back, scowling at the pair of them. She would’ve retaliated, Roxxi was sure, but she stopped and smirked instead, just as Roxxi jostled slightly from Chase colliding with someone else.
Roxxi tried to look at whoever was yelling, but Chase’s arm was clamped around her ribs, and it wasn’t easy to turn in his grasp. “Leave him alone, mafankulo.” With only some trouble, Roxxi made a fist with one arm and slapped the upper arm with the other hand. It didn’t seem to deter them.
Instead of trying to cool it down with his words like she thought he would’ve, Chase went directly for the move she was going to use on him. It was sort of awful being glued to his chest while he started fighting these men, and Roxxi only lasted a few more moves before she was pushing on his arm and wiggling out of his grasp.
If Domino was here instead, she wouldn’t have hesitated before jumping in to help him. But Roxxi was herself right now, and while she wouldn’t have much trouble taking on a group of grown men by herself, Chase would probably think that was pretty strange.
Of course, the fucking bimbo was nowhere to be found. Roxxi backed up to the edge of the ring that’d formed around their spectacle, and she was gone, of course. Started shit, realized she couldn’t hold her own, and fucked off. Roxxi didn’t notice her lurking and admiring in the shadows, however━she was more focused on Chase’s wellbeing.
“Get off of him!” She screamed, bounding forward again and catching one of the men around the arm. She tried to drag him back, only to be tossed off his arm like a fucking ragdoll, and glared after him. “Leave him━” Roxxi began to repeat her sentiments from before, but then she truly saw what was happening.
Sure, they had gotten a few licks in, but, for the most part, Chase was handling them all on his own. She watched with widened eyes as they poured in and he picked them off one by one, with skill that… could not have been learned in the Academy. She wondered if life in New Orleans had taught him that, and while her heart broke for him, her eyes weren’t what got all misty.
Wasn’t there… some sort of rule about this for the police? Minimizing aggression, the use of brutal force or… something? She still wanted to jump in and help, but he looked like he was doing just fine on his own.
It was the authority, the power, that really had her taken, perhaps because she’d grown up watching her dad fight with the same force and win. The last time, though, he’d bitten off more than he could chew, and died because of it. Chase was going to be okay.
Roxxi yelped his name, though she wasn’t sure he could hear it amongst the commotion. The men were dropping like flies, and as one approached while he was busy with another, Roxxi darted forward, kicking the big guy in the back of his knee. He dropped to the floor with a shout, practically presented to Chase on a silver platter, and when Chase was done with him, she finally approached. Roxxi cupped his face in her hands━less delicately than she should’ve━and found she wasn’t appalled by the blood on his skin. She was concerned for him, of course, but so undeniably turned on that the fog of lust clouded everything else.
“Chase?” She whimpered, keeping her hands near his jaw, trying to avoid the open cuts on his cheeks. Roxxi leaned in and kissed the edge of his lips like a princess rewarding her most valiant knight. Crimson decorated her mouth like smudged lipstick. “You might need stitches.” Roxxi said quietly, like it was the most normal thing in the world, and tried to push down all the other feelings bubbling up from her gut (and lower).
Dio, he was so fucking good at this━a real man that could protect her and their future children. It activated every one of her base instincts as a woman, but this was her Chase, her soft Chase, and perhaps he wanted to be taken care of (in a strictly medical sense) first. “We should… go home. Come on.” Where she could pull the pain from him when he wasn’t looking, and kiss every inch of his skin until his muscles ached in a good way.
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CHASE BUCKLEY
Demon
Posts: 139
Age:
38
Occupation:
Detective
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Roxanne Braschi
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Apr 27, 2024 18:43:01 GMT
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Post by CHASE BUCKLEY on Sept 3, 2023 18:51:15 GMT
Ooops. Castor grimaced at the razor edged query shot back at him as he’d compared the two of them. Chase would’ve managed this with a bashful smile, an apology, all the charm that ugly face could muster. And the girlfriend would’ve fallen for it. He, on the other hand, was blundering it. If he wanted to flip this into the mother of all cat fights, then he was fucking succeeding here. That hadn’t been his intention though, the blaze was growing out of control and all he could do for the second was throw a hand up between them like he was warding off actually having to answer.
Shocker – how fucking ironic given that Roxxi was crackling like a live wire minutes later and zapping him in a way that would’ve had Chase yelping and hopping back – his blustered excuses weren’t working. At this rate they’d be burning the whole place to the ground and Chase would be waking up in the middle of it again, just like he had as he was getting the shit kicked out of him in New Orleans and again in the warehouse, surrounded by chaos and violence. Hannya was like the boots of those fucking asshole gangbangers, stomping until she got a reaction, leaving him to duck and cover.
Castor twisted his head, instantly trying to be placating again as his mouth stoked the flames that Hannya had set burning. ”It’s supposed to mean that nothin’ happened. That’s all, darlin’. You don’t have to worry about any of this.” Only it was too late to shut that barn door – a feeling that Roxxi should’ve known well considering how often her past had come back to bite. Guilt obviously still burned hot in her, shining in the tears that gathered in her eyes. That had to be adding to what she thought she was seeing here – alright, given how it had been between him and Hannya, what had been happening here.
The fire in Roxxi reached boiling point, leaving her throwing herself past him. Some part of him lit up with amusement as Roxxi slammed a fist into Hannya’s face. Whatever had been twisted up in her would mean that Chase wasn’t gonna be nursing her bruised knuckles the next morning, Hannya would heal almost instantly too, but for the time being every little sign of damage was a morsel more excitement for him. Blonde strands of hair tangled around Roxxi’s fingers, the crackle of energy threatening to have her looking like Einstein. He could take it if she transferred it to him instead, Chase could take it, because he was a fucking sap for her, doing everything he could to make her happy.
Happy was what she would’ve been when he’d gotten home eventually – if she hadn’t tried to hurry things alone. He’d have made good on the promises he was making now. Fingertips and lips tracing the lines of that vine, detouring to have it shivering as though the leaves on it were being kissed by the wind, getting it all wound around him in the end as they finally tangled around one another. Castor started to make good on them, his mouth latching on just below his ear, the tip of his tongue outlining that first leaf. Teeth grazing her skin as the fucking asshole called out to him.
The jagoffs in the crowd had probably been watching it all night and would’ve spilled every detail of it out for Roxxi given the chance. They’d definitely seen the tears and him getting his hands on Roxxi and just as Chase as done, they were willing to wade into an argument that they had absolutely no fucking part in. ”You should listen to the lady. Ain’t none of your fuckin’ business.” Castor bared his teeth, his arm remaining tight around Roxxi, like she was a human shield. Maybe it would slow the sons of bitches down, have them thinking twice before they swung, but this place was burning too hot for this to just fizzle out because Roxxi had told them to leave him alone.
Roxxi swatted for the blond, trying to knock away the arm that had reached for him. It didn’t work, not enough to get the man out of range anyway. In a single explosive second it all kicked off. The world whirled for a second as his head bounced back – just long enough for Roxxi to finally shove her way free of him. Hannya had already melted away, her work done – unless she wanted to patch one of these assholes up afterwards, offering the medical assistance of her assets. The blond’s friends were beginning to ease into the circle, their idea of strength in numbers about to be shattered – like their faces.
One caught at his back, a thick arm looping around his neck, like he could hold him still while the others whaled on him. Tough luck. They’d been through that before, both him and Chase. Then he’d allowed it all to happen, now he wanted to be the one standing at the end, with Roxxi fawning over him, all apologies, maybe, for being the one to ignite this. Maybe she’d let him hurt for a while in punishment, but then her dark chocolate eyes would melt and all would be forgiven. He just had to get them to that point.
”Keep your fuckin’ hands off her,” Castor snarled as the guy tossed Roxxi aside. The demon bent at the waist, dragging the weight of the asshole with him, that arm trapped against his chest working as a pivot point to send him tumbling over his head. His shrieks filled the air, a response to the audible crack of breaking bones. Unwisely, the others didn’t pull back, instead they were steaming in at him all at once. Elbows and fists flew, one dumb motherfucker tried to repeat his move from earlier, whipping his head forward while he was reeling from a punch to the nose that had sent blood streaming down over his upper lip. A half step back, reaching up as the bowling ball like weight of that empty head came down on clear air, snatching at his neck as he drove his knee up.
One fell. Then another. Few of them wising up enough to take themselves out of the fight before he did. A bottle to the back of his head sent him to his knees for a moment but then he was charging up, sending that dickwad crashing back over a table. Someone with brains had hit him like a wrecking ball, wrapping his arms around him, shutting down the possible use of hands and knees and the boots that had taken one guy down with a brutal kick to the side of his knee that’d leave him on crutches for months. He coulda got out, but maybe not in time to avoid the guy he presumed was coming when he saw the guy holding him smirk over his shoulder.
There was a cry behind him – male, not Roxxi – and then the smirk was disappearing. The arms that had been trapped between them swept up, leaving him free to shut the guy down with a punch that might’ve broken that lantern jaw on the way down. If it had been Roxxi that’d taken out the man behind him, then she’d done a good job. He was barely stirring when he bent to bounce his head off the floor.
Castor stood slowly, swaying slightly, Chase’s blood pattering on the floor like raindrops. Like she was willing to get drowned in the deluge, Roxxi was there, her hands cupping his face. The way his lips peeled back couldn’t exactly be considered a smile, it was too bloody for that. He puffed out a breath through them, his hands slowly finding her hips like they’d be the only thing holding him up. Grunting something in response to his name, Castor dipped his head as she kissed the edge of his mouth. His hands tightened, drawing her in. If Hannya’s aim had been to have Chase and his girlfriend separating again, then she’d failed miserably.
A laugh tried to worm its way out of him, but he groaned. Castor dipped his head towards her neck, eyes sweeping the crowd for some sign of the blonde hair. His lips found that spot on Roxxi’s neck again, smearing the blood there over the tip of the vine. ”I’m fine,” he muttered against the skin there. ”Just need you. You gonna take me home? Patch me up sugar. After. Really need you.” The heat tinged his voice now, his hands sliding, gripping to lift her against him so she could feel the evidence of what the fight had left him with. Over her shoulder he could see the crowd starting to ripple – someone was sweeping in to break this up, all too late. Castor gripped harder, boosting Roxxi up into him as he started to stagger away from the crowd, back towards the entrance.
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