That was when Emi snapped. She whirled to face him, her expression fierce. Even without her vampire-like features prominent, she was a fearsome sight to behold. "Aster, what. Is. Going. On. With. You? You never apologize, you never act gentle around me, and you just shocked me!" She glared at him, crossing her arms. "What is happening? Are you going soft?"
“I mean… I guess?” Aster shrugged at the last question. Honestly, maybe that was what was happening. He had to remember that this was Emi he was dealing with. Her base instincts were those of desired bloodlust creatures. It wasn’t weird how she reacted to his current act.
“Hey,” he went back to using his normal tone, a slightly aggressive one to be true “I don’t think I’ve done the deal we agreed on for the race yet, right?”
Emi simply stared at him, for a long, long moment. Then she sighed and rolled her eyes. "Of all the dumb luck," she grumbled.
"I thought you forgot what the loser had to do," she challenged, putting her hands on her hips and frowning at him. She was in a better mood than she had been earlier, because she wasn't as hungry anymore, but she was still pissed.
(riskyyyyyyyy)
Aster sighed at himself before he dared the challenge.
“The first person…” he walked towards Emi “I see, right?” His expression brightened up a bit as he approached her. When his eyes locked with hers, he used his dominant right hand to raise up her chin as he came down so their lips could touch. It seemed like time froze around him during that time. He didn’t know if Emi was alright with this. He’d probably die if she wasn’t… worth it, still.
(Yas!)
When he went back to his normal, seductive self, Emi relaxed slightly… until he moved toward her. She stiffened, not reacting when he grabbed her chin and leaned in close, until their breaths mingled.
"How do you know that I was the first person you saw?" She asked, looking up at him, an amused smirk curling her plump lips.
“Maybe not the right term, but my eyes don’t wanna be anywhere else,” Aster answered, closing his eyes as he went in for another kiss. Thankfully, Emi seemed to be fine with this. His life wasn’t going to end here so that was clearly a plus.
Instinctively, his other hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her body towards him. The two were attracting the attention of many around them, some even squealing at the sight like fan girls and such.
"Hmm. Sweet talker," Emi snorted, but she went along. He was hot, yes, so it wasn't a pity. She wound her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and slid her fingers through his hair. She didn't mind the attention. In fact, she enjoyed it.
Aster loved the fact that Emi enjoyed, or at least wasn’t against, the act. He slowly parted his lips from hers, glancing into her eyes when he did. The chaos of the two mixed well it seemed.
“Well? Shall we go?” He asked again.
Emi shrugged. When he pulled away, she shook herself, riding herself of any strange feeling she had gotten from the kiss, and nodded. "Let's find some more children." She acted like nothing had happened. This was normal, right? Two seductive beings being passionate with each other for a bit? It made sense to her, and she knew that it probably would happen more often, or never again.
Aster was always a demon of both wrath and lust, these kinds of acts were always within his realm. However, not a lot of them were full of passion. None of them, in fact, were done passionately. This was the first he truly felt something during the act and hopefully, though very unlikely, Emi would have felt something too.
“Yeah,” he replied plainly as he started to walk again. A bit of time has passed before Aster turned back to the Langsuir.
“Are you not mad at me anymore?”
"I'm mad at everyone, all the time," Emi said, rolling her eyes. "You should know this by now."
She glanced around. "Think any good prey will be around here?"
Aster chuckled softly at her answer. It had been true. She was always an aggressive being.
“There should be some which are, who know, at a passing grade,” he answered, scanning his atmosphere. What he found was that a lot of the people in the part they were in weren’t exactly fit nor were they tasty-looking.
“Yeah… some,”
"Just some?" Emi rolled her eyes. "Point them out to me. I'm hungry." She knew that she had just eaten four people already, but she really didn't care. A Langsuir's appetite was insatiable at the best of time.
“The teenage girl with black pigtails to the left, the middle-aged man in shades in front of the flower shop, and the young boy by the butcher,” Aster answered with a whisper, careful not to raise any attention. After all, they were doing mass genocide, cannibalism, and perhaps theft to some degree. If the police were on their tail, they, no, their landlord is sure to be screwed.
"How do you propose to get them?" Emi stared at the people he had pointed out. They were pretty good quality, if not the best quality. "You want to get one and I'll get the others?"
Aster snickered.
“You know that I’d want the girl,” he mentioned. “If you’re really that hungry,” Aster reached into his pocket and got out two very small marble-like spheres. “These marbles can store humans inside them once you touch these against their skin,” he mentioned as he handed two to Emi.
“You probably know what to do,”
"Oh, nice," Emi said, mildly impressed. "Where'd you get something like this?"
He had probably stolen it.
"Well, I'll see you later." She strolled toward her two victims, getting them into the spheres easily and quickly, without anyone noticing.
Aster went his way as well, getting the girl’s body into the marble quite easily before he headed back to Emi.
“I think we can go home now?” He asked, keeping the marble in his shirt’s pocket. He was honestly anxious about the marble falling on the ground because that would be quite a scenario.
"Probably. They're most likely looking for us." Emi put each of the marbles into a seperate pocket and started back home. "Think we can make it there before they notice that we're missing?"
“Hopefully.” Aster answered plainly, following her steps. It was still imprinted in his mind, the small moment he got to experience earlier. He wasn’t going to lie to himself, he wanted to experience it more often than not. It was… intoxicating, to say the least.
"Well, then we should run, shouldn't we?" Unaware of his thoughts, Emi started to move faster. She could be blissfully unobservant when she wanted to be.
“We should,” Aster, again, replied plainly. He didn’t really know what else to say. One of the things he hated the most about himself was how inconveniently distracted he could be at times. And the Langsuir in front of him was clearly one huge distraction.
Emi turned and raised an eyebrow. "Well, okay then. Should we make it a game? Give it a risk at the end, or a prize?" She smirked. "If I win, you go hunting with me again for a week. If I lose…" she shook her head. "Well, if you win, you can chose whatever you want as a prize."
“Alright, I’ll play your little game,” Aster said casually. His mind though? He was coming up with an idea, anything, that could have him win. Sure, what he had in mind was going to be a bit horrible but, come on, he wasn’t going to miss this chance to… his mind was running wild at this point.
“Tell me when to start,”
"Now." Emi burst into a run, giving him no time to prepare himself. She stretched her long legs and pushed her pace as fast as she could. She couldn't lose. Not now.
Aster nearly fell when she signaled the start. Thanks to the souls that he’d consumed earlier, he was much more refined now than ever. He started to sprint as well, but at a speed that would be seen as quite… ridiculous. It looked almost as if he was flying rather than running. His legs were running fast though he felt his mind running faster. He eventually caught up to Emi halfway back home.
Emi felt him behind her, and increased her speed, as much as she could, anyway. All that blood was sloshing inside her, making her drowsy. She shook her head. She wasn't sure if she wanted to win or not. But then again, this was Aster, so whatever he thought of…
The speed at which Emi reached was, honestly, quite surprising. However, it wasn’t something Aster hadn’t seen before. On one hand, he wanted to forcefully lose just so Emi would be satisfied… on the other, he thought he knew the Langsuir enough to realize that if he’d purposefully lose, she’d swing at him. By swing, he wasn’t sure if it was going to be a bat or a knife. Either way, he sped up, eventually outrunning her. He gave her a wink as the last few meters came into sight and, of course, he’d reached it first… barely.
He was immediately on his knees, breathing heavily from the exercise he’d preformed.
“Good… good one…” he commented with a small chuckle.
“Well, rules are rules dear Emi,” he smirked at the end of his wordings, wiping the sweat that was pouring down his forehead.
"Damn it!" Emi shouted, although she wasn't as mad as she thought she'd be. "That's not nice, you know," she said, pouting, crossing her arms. "Ladies first, you know?"
She raised an eyebrow at his tone. "Of course rules are rules. What is the prize you'd like to claim?"
(Sh-Should I just go all out with Aster or… fanfic writing before replying was clearly not a good idea…)