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 Sept 18, 2023 22:05:28 GMT
━ i don't know where i'm going, but i sure know where i've been ━ THE VIOLENCE SHOULDN’T HAVE BEEN SUCH A TURN-ON. ROXXI couldn’t help it, though. She couldn’t help the little shudder━the quick intake of breath━when Chase cracked the last man’s head off the floor like it was worth nothing to him. Like it would take nothing to protect her or their (inevitable) babies.
She went to him because she loved him, because━even after behaving like an asshole tonight━she cared. But she also wanted to get her hands on him, smear that sticky blood between her fingers, between his skin and her lips. She wasn’t a fucking vampire, she didn’t want to lick it off him, but she liked that he’d bled for her. Maybe she was more inclined to forgive his little stunt because of it.
He spread it on her neck, too━she felt the warmth of it and tilted her head in the opposite direction to give him more room.
Roxxi should’ve scoffed at his suggestion━why should she take care of him after all of this? She didn’t, though━didn’t even hesitate. “After?” She repeated breathily, shifting back to look into his eyes again. Dark, almost black, in the club’s low lights, void of the softness she’d been drawn to. She figured she couldn’t blame him━the violence had to still be buzzing through him, adrenaline making it impossible for Chase to think about much else. “Why, so I can let you bleed all over the apartment fi━” Roxxi’s words were cut off by Chase moving her, showing her, a quiet moan acting as the end of her sentence.
He carried her out just as he’d tried to do the night of the blacklight party, when she was sure she could still keep him at bay. One date, that’s all she’d give him. But one date had turned into this, and she wasn’t stopping Chase this time. She couldn’t imagine how much he must’ve ached already━without the added weight of her body on top of everything━but sometimes he was a little masochistic, and she was more than happy to indulge him.
The bouncer kissed his teeth at them as she left, and Roxxi only gave him a tired shrug, one that clearly said: What’s a girl gonna do? Because, yes, maybe she was mad when she walked in, but look at him━how could she say no?
The tables shifted by the time she was piling him into her car. She wanted to hold his hand as they drove, steal his pain while it was dark, the only light coming from streetlamps overhead, but she had to keep one hand on the wheel and the other on the shifter.
She had a free moment at a stoplight, however, and made the most of it. Guiding his chin over, pressing their lips together, her hand falling to his lap to ensure he stayed motivated until they got to his place. She always patched him up at hers, but she knew Mikey wasn’t home, and there was that slow cooker that may or may not have caught fire after she zapped it. Well, she’d pulled the plug from the wall, so it should’ve been fine, but still.
“What the fuck were you doing there?” Roxxi growled as they slipped into the elevator, her palms pressing into his chest, hoping she touched something tender. “And don’t give me that shit about having drinks with coworkers. You weren’t with any.” She hissed, fingers dipping into the tight space between his waistband and his skin, her other hand capturing his chin between her thumb and forefinger, maneuvering it almost roughly. Some of the blood was already dry. Was it bad that she didn’t want it to be? “Cretino,” She whispered, then in English, “Stupid.” And kissed his bottom lip, then caught it in her teeth, pulling hard as soon as the elevator doors peeled apart.
There was no smell of smoke━only the food she’d slaved over going cold in the kitchen. She took him past that, though, to his bedroom, and flicked the light on with a quiet gasp.
It was so much worse in the light. His cheek was split open, and red, fresh bruises curled around his eye sockets, making them look even darker. She didn’t care so much if he had a view or not, only that she could see, and leaned in front of the mirror, pulling off the shirt he’d clearly worn to work. Roxxi let it fall to the floor and pushed up the edge of the tank top, her fingertips tracing the lines of his ribs, checking to see if anything was cracked. “How does it feel?” She whispered, strictly concerned until she looked at him again. Dio, he was so fucking hot. She couldn’t tell him she liked it when he was split open━she could only imagine his sad, puppy eyes at that━so she crowded his face instead, one hand still pressed to his ribs while the other held him steady by his waist.
Roxxi licked a fat stripe over the crescent moon-shaped bruise on his cheekbone, pressing her body into his, her teeth capturing the skin there and applying sharp, brief pressure, releasing him quickly. “Does it hurt?” She hissed, fingers pressing into the bruises on his ribs suddenly, like this was his punishment.
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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 Oct 24, 2023 19:44:38 GMT
Nausea was already rolling through that battered shell of a body on a tidal wave of pain. Oh, he could feel how Chase wanted to give in to it, just like he had the last time. Sinking down into the darkness knowing that somehow his girlfriend would find a way to pull him out of it. His heroine – the one whose hypocrisy had touched off this whole thing. Sap that he was, Chase had gone back to her each time, seeing salvation in those dark eyes that looked up at him and the hands that were already reaching for him. The hands that touched her back weren’t looking for the same. They revelled in the pain, drinking it in from every bruise, every cut that stung, from the faint groans that were rising in the silence behind him.
Castor watched the way her pulse thudded in her arteries and dragged his teeth over it before she was pulling back to look at him. His blood marked her, although she was blind to what lingered in it thanks to his presence. Teeth stained pink from the blood that continued to well from the gouges his teeth had left in the tender inside of his cheeks flashed in a coy smile that faded with the rise of the heat in his eyes. ”If you can wait then you’re better than me, baby,” Castor growled as he pulled Roxxi in. He knew her, had seen what his touch could do to her before and she wasn’t gonna push him away now anymore than she was gonna make him sit there like a naughty school kid with a skinned knee.
There was no fight to her as he scooped her up over his shoulder and strode towards the door. The crowd didn’t grip at them, people who’d seen what he’d done to the men who’d tried to wade in stepping back to leave them a path to the door. Undoubtedly Hannya was tucked away in a corner with one of them already, whimpering over bloody things had gone, drinking in the anger that had rippled through the fools who’d had no idea who they were tangling with. Castor sneered at the asshole at the door, not bothering to peel his hands off of Roxxi’s lips to flip him the bird.
He left more fingerprints, more smears of blood over Roxxi’s lips as he let her slide down from her perch as they reached her car – not the last he’d leave tonight. The demon folded into the passenger seat, whimpering faintly even though he was revelling in the aches and the stab of what might’ve been a cracked rib. He’d doubted Roxxi was gonna be too gentle when they got back home, payback wrung out of him in the dig of thumbs, the liberal application of antiseptic to the wounds that were still oozing blood. Maybe he was wrong though.
As the car stopped at a light she was reaching to him, cradling a jaw already darkening with bruising to kiss him, to … Castor grinned into the kiss, catching her bottom lip between his teeth. His hand dropped to cover hers and hold her there. There wasn’t gonna be any sort of a pause for a clean-up.
There hadn’t been an ounce of chagrin from the moment he’d swung for that first asshole, but Castor forced it into his eyes as they stepped into the elevator. He curled an arm around her waist like he was still steadying himself, bringing his other hand up to press the pad into his thumb like he was checking the split in his lip instead of opening it back up again. ”There weren’t any by the time you got there,” he countered. Technically one had been there right up until the fight had broken up and then she’d vanished.
Castor squirmed under her touch, rolling his hips to get himself closer to her before she grabbed his jaw and had him hissing, pausing there like something inside of him was quivering like a bow string about to snap. ”A real dumb ass,” Castor muttered, ”but you still love me, don’t you, baby?” Loved him and wanted to punish this idiot all at the same time.
The bite of pain from Roxxi’s teeth pulling at his split lip again faded as soon as she dragged him out of the elevator and down the hallway to his apartment. Eyes that gleamed darker than usual for a moment scanned the place and he was disappointed to find that she hadn’t smashed something on her way out. Undoubtedly that wouldn’t have had her gasping the same way she did when she caught sight of him.
Like a kid who’d been rapped on the knuckles for stealing an extra cookie, Castor stood there in the bedroom, his head hanging, that faintly apologetic look on his face. Chase was gonna be feeling worse than that in the morning. ”Hey … hey,” Castor panted, all for show. He wavered on his feet, letting her start to undress him. As he was expected to, he winced with every move, sucking in a hissed breath as Roxxi traced her fingers over ribs that were already blooming with colour. ”Like I got stomped by a gorilla,” he muttered hoarsely, looking down at her like he could see the shimmer of heat around her. That muscle roped body braced, legs apart for the stability he didn’t need, but Chase would come morning.
None of this would’ve had Chase shimmering with heat too. That asshole would’ve been whimpering like he had on the doorstep of his apartment building, curling around the pain at the centre of him instead of pushing right back into it. Castor hissed through his teeth, gripping at Roxxi’s hips to drag her into him. ”Not when you do that,” he grunted, dragging in a breath in punctuation as Roxxi dug her fingers into his ribs. ”It’s all worth it when it’s you I’m protectin’. You gonna try and hurt me, darlin’? Pay me back for fuckin’ this up tonight?” He was gonna have to do the same for Hannya when he saw her, drawing the lines back between them to stop her from doing just the same to the tender little heart he could feel pounding through every inch of her.
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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 Dec 4, 2023 16:06:10 GMT
━ i don't know where i'm going, but i sure know where i've been ━ “UNFORTUNATELY,” ROXXI MUTTERED AND SHOOK HER head as she dragged him out of the elevator and into the apartment. And, he’d never know it, but she meant that in so many more ways than just one. Her life was changed forever the moment she met him in that stupid comic-book-store-slash-bar, actually able to put a face to the name she’d spent so much of her life thinking about. Everything spiralled out of control from that moment on, and while she always reached for the edges and tried to tug them back without fraying them, Roxxi couldn’t really say she minded any of it. Maybe she liked to complain, but she wouldn’t change a moment of it. Not when she knew what it was liked to be loved by him.
But, yes, it was unfortunate. Because he’d never be safe, and, obviously, she could only do so much.
It was so much worse in the light. Perhaps she hadn’t scanned him well enough in the darkness on purpose━perhaps she didn’t want to see━or maybe the dim light in the bedroom cast so many shadows that it looked worse.
She ignored his complaints as she stripped him, her fingers gliding along his ribs to check if any spot in particular felt damaged on the surface. Or if he seemed to gasp in pain at any point. “You should have walked away,” Roxxi puffed, her eyes jumping up to find his briefly, giving him a chastising look. She loved that he hadn’t, though, and tried to hide her smirk as her eyes slipped back down. Just before she moved in on him again.
Roxxi didn’t imagine that he’d find it pleasurable when she sunk her teeth into the meaty part of his cheek━the unbroken one━where there was another dark bruise, but she followed up with her fingers in his ribs since it clearly wasn’t enough. “Exactly.” She hissed, “Idiota. I spent hours making dinner for you, hours checking on that fucking slow cooker. Waiting.” She didn’t like admitting it━it was fucking embarassing, and she felt like a dog. Well, she had been while she followed him around during his shift earlier, but that was beside the point. “And I come to collect you, because you simply can not be trusted to come home on your own, apparently, and you’re with that… puttana.” Roxxi shook her head, a new wave of anger tearing through her, heating the space━or lack thereof━between them, setting her hips on fire where they were pressed to his.
“I should have left you there.” She grumbled, almost as if she was more mad at herself, and her lips brushed his broken, bloody one. “Let you crawl your way back here. It would have been sufficient punishment.” Roxxi grinned like she was teasing him, though, because they both knew she could never be so cruel. She would stick her fingers in his bruises, though, because she knew he was safe otherwise. “Do any feel broken?” Roxxi asked, grinning a little as she pressed a flat palm into both sides, as though she were trying to squish the separate parts of his rib cage together.
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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 Dec 24, 2023 16:47:48 GMT
Pffft.
It wasn’t the press of his thumb that split his lower lip again, nor that grin that pulled at his mouth as she muttered that it was unfortunate that she still loved him, but the tug of her teeth a moment later. Undoubtedly the pain was supposed to be some sort of a punishment for a man who’d dared to look – and alright, touch, there had definitely been plenty of bodily contact before the call had come – at another woman. As though he hadn’t suffered enough as her past had come back to bite with sharper teeth than she could ever possible sink into him. Sap that he was, Chase had taken it time and time again. The brave little detective bearing each wound like a badge of honour.
Castor caught sight of himself in a mirror, a flash of puffy, dark flesh and blood staining tan skin. How this was gonna be explained in the morning was all up to her. ’I couldn’t stand the thought of someone else’s hands on you baby, so I caused a fight at the club and you’re the one who got your ass kicked. Now suffer.’ Chase would too, guilt knotting up his gut as he tried to stumble his way through explanations for a situation he had no clue about.
He tried to look like a penitent man as he stood there in her apartment – his pain in her hands. Radiating puppy dog love and apologies in dark eyes that could get all the darker if he allowed them to. Usually she’d have melted at them, all that sickening human heart and love painted in molten chocolate brown. Tonight he was getting silence instead, a bubble of heat and anger probably trapped painfully somewhere beneath her diaphragm, waiting to burst loose once she’d punished him enough.
Meeting her eye, Castor pressed his lips together and shook his head. His lips curved faintly as he stared down at her. ”Couldn’t have ‘im thinkin’ he had the right to try and put his hands on you,” he murmured roughly. It stung, but his smile grew as he caught that hint of a smirk on her lips. She’d liked it, seeing him go full caveman on a stupid son of a bitch who hadn’t known what he was getting himself into.
Chase had never known what he was getting himself into either. The dumb son of a bitch blundered through life with his eyes wide open, seeing nothing of what was really going on around him. All those lies told to protect him, the continued beatings and falls and still he picked himself up and clung onto those he loved without knowing who they really were. He would have whimpered as Roxxi sunk her teeth into his face, tears shimmering in the dark of his eyes as he teetered on the brink of pain and pleasure.
Castor grunted instead, his eyelids sliding to half mast as his fingers tightened on her – pain for pain. His body stiffened in more ways than one, the breath he sucked in hollowing his ribs away from her touch for a moment. ”She’d never have taken care of me, baby, not the way you do. All that for me. I’m sorry I wasn’t here to eat, but I’m here now.” And he was hungry, the sort of ravenous that came with appetites Roxxi probably wouldn’t entirely admit to enjoying, although he’d seen the way she’d come apart the first time he’d taken her in this apartment.
”Fuck,” he breathed as the heat rose again, threatening to sear that most delicate part of him. If she was aiming to cook any chance of that puttana getting knocked up by him out of him, then she was doing a good job – problem was she wanted his babies, even with his bad behaviour tonight. ”I was always gonna come back to you, darlin’,” Castor mumbled, his voice almost breaking against the soft brush of her lips.
He’d have dropped to his knees right there for her, doing that crawling – in the way that the good detective would’ve – but her palms were back against his ribs. The pain left him shuddering, although not entirely because it had Chase whimpering in that cage inside of his own mind. Castor grunted, licking his lips as he shook his head. ”Don’t think so, just a little knocked around. Guess that’s my punishment, I’ll take it. I’ll make all this up to you.” For a moment he pressed harder into her palms, savouring the spike in pain to drag her in to the point where she couldn’t miss what it was doing to him. Firm flesh meeting that soft heat.
As though his knees were going weak, Castor started to ease down towards the ground. His knees hit the carpet, his forehead resting against her stomach. Blood spotted the fabric over her stomach as he dragged his mouth across it. ”I’m sorry,” he panted against her hot skin as he tugged at her waistband. Let him sear his lips, add burns to the bruises that mottled his flesh, let her whole body be a Jackson Pollock of the blood he’d spilled for her by the time he was done.
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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 Jan 19, 2024 21:11:07 GMT
━ i don't know where i'm going, but i sure know where i've been ━ ROXXI COULDN’T HELP THE WAY SHE SHUDDERED WHEN HE admitted it’d been about protecting her━no, about possessing her. A small sound rolled out of her when Chase explained he’d been correcting the stranger’s idea that he had any right to touch. That anyone had the right to touch her except Chase. She shouldn’t have loved it━every fibre of her being, of her upbringing and who she’d been raised as, fought against it━but she couldn’t help it. She loved being loved so fiercely by someone, and knowing her feelings were reciprocated.
He pulled her hips into his, and she met him full force, finding that the heat rolling through her came from him just as much as it did her anger. She threatened to leave him there, that she would next time, even as he promised to always return to her. He better have fucking meant it. “Or choose not to go out with wh-res in the first place.” Roxxi hissed, but she couldn’t deny that her fury was losing steam, all energy going into something else━somewhere else.
She’d felt along his scarred skin and felt no uneven pieces, no bits of bone sticking out, which perhaps allowed her to press him a little harder. But Roxxi asked anyway, and felt him stiffen against where her heat pooled, pressing into her palms like he was enjoying this pain. Maybe she liked that, too.
“You better.” Roxxi hissed, her hands sliding up his body as he lowered himself, hands in the mess of his hair, tugging hard like she could still add tiny sears of pain to what he was going through━even if he was literally getting on his knees for her.
Roxxi let her pants skate over her hips, going with his hands as she fell back onto the edge of his bed. Let him stay on the floor; it was what he deserved tonight━aching knees and neck from ensuring she knew how sorry he was. “Prove it.” It was supposed to be an order, but it came out as little more than a whisper, fingers slipping over his ear, his hairline, and watching━mesmerized━by the way his blood decorated her olive skin, like he’d bled for her and her alone.
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