((ooc: as a note for anyone canon unfamiliar, Richard is intersex, should that come up in any smut-leaning prompts or threads.
Will match style, prose or action.))
Stand Your Ground - Prompt I
The young man knew not what was happening as he was roughly pushed through the open doors. A loud groaning as the doors slid closed, bright lights flashing in the small box as the floor fell underneath him, causing Richard to lurch forward unexpectedly. It was just the latest in the unexplained oddities of the place, seeming magical and fittingly demonic to the man from the Middle Ages. He could hardly understand the concept of the elevator, let alone how the lights remained steady indoors, rather than flickering as candles or crackling like the fireplaces to which he was accustomed. So to feel the box shutter and drop under him, all he could do was hold on tight.
Unfortunately for the other unlucky occupant within the elevator, as he found himself falling forward into them, too surprised to do anything but cling to them as they plummeted down. Only once the box slammed to an abrupt stop was Richard flung back against the wall, eyes wide and unmistakably frightened.
"Wh-what...what just happened?" he gasped.
Reach Up High - Prompt I
The moment his list of sins appeared, Richard snatched it up and held it to his chest, quick to swipe one of the knives that appeared. He held it out, wary, as he surveyed the stranger trapped inside the room with him. So far he had managed to keep his sins to himself, and he intended to keep it that way, honesty be damned.
"...I have no desire to use this on you," he said, his body tense as he inched back toward the wall. "Nor do I intend to willingly submit my flesh to your blade. If you seek to comply, then you may attempt to subdue me; however, I shall not allow it without a fight."
Follow Me Down - Prompt I
He was used to attending social functions at court, although none were quite like the one he was witnessing now. Standing against the wall with a drink in his hand, Richard found himself, for once, not weary with boredom to be forced to endure it, but looking around him fascinated. He had thought himself rather well acclimated to the numerous eccentricities and wonders of the place, but no - he was only just beginning to see how different Hell was to the reality he knew. Music - at least, that was the closest thing he could describe it, being sounds his ears had never yet beheld - filled the whole place, and yet he could not spy in any corner the performers, not a minstrel in sight. The sheer volume was deafening; only on the battlefield could he be subjected to such cacophony.
The party guests engaged in such frivolities he had never seen before, games set up the rules of which he could not begin to guess as he walked by them, observing quietly. Meanwhile others seemed to move in a way foreign to him, appearing betwitched, possessed...well, it must be the norm when one lingers so close to the devil, he reasoned.
As he stood in his quiet corner, someone offered him a small, strange looking tablet. Richard took it in hand before he could refuse, and stood looking intently at it, wondering. He glanced around, noticing others here and there ingesting them... Did he dare try?
(( ooc: dub-con okay for this prompt, just shoot me a pm if uncertain! Character is 25yo. ))
Richard | Baraou no Souretsu
Will match style, prose or action.))
Stand Your Ground - Prompt I
The young man knew not what was happening as he was roughly pushed through the open doors. A loud groaning as the doors slid closed, bright lights flashing in the small box as the floor fell underneath him, causing Richard to lurch forward unexpectedly. It was just the latest in the unexplained oddities of the place, seeming magical and fittingly demonic to the man from the Middle Ages. He could hardly understand the concept of the elevator, let alone how the lights remained steady indoors, rather than flickering as candles or crackling like the fireplaces to which he was accustomed. So to feel the box shutter and drop under him, all he could do was hold on tight.
Unfortunately for the other unlucky occupant within the elevator, as he found himself falling forward into them, too surprised to do anything but cling to them as they plummeted down. Only once the box slammed to an abrupt stop was Richard flung back against the wall, eyes wide and unmistakably frightened.
"Wh-what...what just happened?" he gasped.
Reach Up High - Prompt I
The moment his list of sins appeared, Richard snatched it up and held it to his chest, quick to swipe one of the knives that appeared. He held it out, wary, as he surveyed the stranger trapped inside the room with him. So far he had managed to keep his sins to himself, and he intended to keep it that way, honesty be damned.
"...I have no desire to use this on you," he said, his body tense as he inched back toward the wall. "Nor do I intend to willingly submit my flesh to your blade. If you seek to comply, then you may attempt to subdue me; however, I shall not allow it without a fight."
Follow Me Down - Prompt I
He was used to attending social functions at court, although none were quite like the one he was witnessing now. Standing against the wall with a drink in his hand, Richard found himself, for once, not weary with boredom to be forced to endure it, but looking around him fascinated. He had thought himself rather well acclimated to the numerous eccentricities and wonders of the place, but no - he was only just beginning to see how different Hell was to the reality he knew. Music - at least, that was the closest thing he could describe it, being sounds his ears had never yet beheld - filled the whole place, and yet he could not spy in any corner the performers, not a minstrel in sight. The sheer volume was deafening; only on the battlefield could he be subjected to such cacophony.
The party guests engaged in such frivolities he had never seen before, games set up the rules of which he could not begin to guess as he walked by them, observing quietly. Meanwhile others seemed to move in a way foreign to him, appearing betwitched, possessed...well, it must be the norm when one lingers so close to the devil, he reasoned.
As he stood in his quiet corner, someone offered him a small, strange looking tablet. Richard took it in hand before he could refuse, and stood looking intently at it, wondering. He glanced around, noticing others here and there ingesting them... Did he dare try?
(( ooc: dub-con okay for this prompt, just shoot me a pm if uncertain! Character is 25yo. ))