Ascension

After a while of searching, he finally spotted his white haired goddess. She was placed perfectly on the lap of a beautiful black haired woman. He could feel her uncertainty from here, having not even approached yet. He began thinking of a way to tactfully remove Cascade from her situation without making a scene. He straightened his jacket and began approaching. "Good evening ladies." Ascension bowed at the two, interrupting the moment that was happening between them. "Cascade my love, please forgive me for being late." He stood up straight, offering a hand out to Cascade. "If you don't mind m

He was running late, absurdly so. Cascade would probably chew him out for making her wait. He'd hoped she'd grabbed them a table, maybe a drink or even a bite to eat. He took so much time trying to figure out what he needed to wear to this occasion he'd forgotten to eat. He slipped his glasses on and fixed his tie before arriving. Upon arrival he was given a choice, saint or sinner. He'd pondered for a moment which one Cascade chose. After thinking for a moment he grabbed a sinner mask and slipped it on. The place was packed, he was worried it would take him a while to find Cascade amongst the

Ascension's eyes swept over her quickly, scanning for injuries before finally exhaling. Thank the gods... she's safe. The relief that washed over him was so powerful he was almost left lightheaded. Then her fingers brushed his skin. It was the lightest touch, barely there. Yet, it sent a spark racing through him, igniting every nerve like fire. Her fingertips traced along his body, up his arm, his jaw, searching him for any wounds. For a fleeting moment, the world around them seemed to blur into silence. He hadn't realized how long it had been since he'd felt another person's touch, her touch

"I completely understand that," Ascension said softly, nodding as Cascade confessed that she hadn't yet found something she wanted to do. But then he felt something change. Glancing over at her, he noticed that her posture was stiff, her expression shifted as if a shadow had passed behind her golden eyes. The air between them was heavy, it was quiet, charged with an aura he couldn't put his finger on. Ascension's gaze faltered. He didn't dare meet her eyes, afraid that whatever pain lingered there might cut too deep. A single tear slid down her cheek, catching the light before falling on

Her soft voice responded to him, "It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Cascade." Cassian took her hand gently, bowing just enough to let his lips brush against her knuckles in an attempt to perform a sincere gesture, just for her. "Well Cascade, the pleasure is all mine," he murmured against her hand, his eyes flicking upward to meet hers. "I've noticed you walking around here most days, I figured I'd finally make the leap and introduce myself." The smile on his lips was warm, genuine. It wasn't the kind meant to charm for advantage. "You surely know how to attract attention, whether you me

The Town of Beginnings never lost its charm for Cassian. The bustle of players haggling in the market square, the chiming of notifications as trades were sealed, and the chatter of adventurers planning their next foray into the wilds. It all had a rhythm, a heartbeat that felt alive. He’d wandered from floor to floor since the death game began, never rooting himself anywhere, but somehow this place always pulled him back like a well-worn tavern at the end of a long road. He leaned casually against the stone wall of a modest player-run shop, arms folded as he let the tide of people wash past. H

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Username: Ascension Real name: Cassian Astraeus Age: 19 Gender: Male Height: 6'3 Eye Color: Gold Hair Color: Dark purple w/ light purple highlights Origin Country: United Kingdom Birthday: June 16th Background Cassian was born and raised in a sleepy village, nestled in the English countryside where fog rolled over the moors like a soft, endless tide. The town had one bakery, one post office, and a population that barely touched four hundred. Life there was quiet. Almost too q