Sarcelle Renard — Roleplayer Guild

”Princess!” The desperate cry jerked Asher’s attention away from the witch to the half-naked man before him. It wasn’t until he realized that the man was hardly a threat that he realized his hand had unconsciously gone straight to his sword. You’re getting far too protective of this one, he chastised himself, but still ended up giving the man a warning glance. The demon assured himself that it was purely to discourage him from getting in the way.

Blood magic was a particularly messy art that even with its numerous drawbacks was certainly able to perform some spectacular feats. Case in point, Asher watched as the witch brought the princess back from the brink of death, although it came at great cost to herself. Namely, the exertion made the woman nearly pass out in front of him. Luckily she recovered before he could do much about it, but he found himself regretting his snappish attitude. This woman was going to great lengths for him and he didn’t even know her name. 

“Demon blood is awfully finicky,” he cautioned her, but took the knife anyway. The blade was well kept, as a small nick was all it took to get a fair amount of blood flowing. There was a brief pause as Asher looked at the angel. When he had learned about blood magic, his instructor had made it clear that lip to lip contact always made for more potent magic and at this point, he was done taking any chances. The prince pressed his thumb into the viscous crimson and coated his upper lip with it. Part of him couldn’t quite believe what he was about to do, but he had already come too far to stop now as his face moved towards the redhead’s. Eyes closed and with a hand behind her head, Asher's teeth closed on her bottom lip, biting just hard enough to pierce a layer of skin, before his lips met hers. His senses were overpowered by a sweet taste which he should have found revolting, but instead felt oddly... comforting.

The magic flowed through him effortlessly and the effects it had on her were nearly instantaneous. Color seemed to soak through the angel and a the small cut on her lip was already healed. Upon opening his eyes, it was impossible for the prince to say whether or not there the mixing of the two opposing bloods was having an averse effect on her, but for now the angel seemed to be stable. Satisfied, Asher stood up and wiped the remaining blood off his lip with the back of his hand. That was… definitely not entirely necessary, he noted with a slightly perplexed look, but found it difficult to regret what he had done.

With the immediate problem dealt with, the prince listened to the witch’s continued explanation patiently. ”I’m not willing to risk an losing the angel while I’m gone and by the looks of it, you could use a few minutes to recover,” he replied shortly, but in a moment his features softened ever so slightly. ”Besides, I still owe you my thanks. And worry not, you shall be justly rewarded for your assistance.” Before she was given the opportunity to protest, the prince extended his hand to the witch, "Prince Asher," he offered, expecting her name in return.

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