SOHMA, SEIJI • SNAKE

[Seiji Sohma]

Character's Name;;

seiji sohma

Curse;;

year of the snake

Age;;

twenty-five

Gender;;

male

Alias;;

fetch

Face Claim for Character;;

saitou yakumo, psychic detective yakumo

Why;;

because having reasons is too mainstream. anyway, i think that i'm pretty decent at playing people with the archetypal personality of the snake zodiac. my best characters are often the hedonistic, sensual asshole sort of people. i also have grabby hands with canon positions, k thnx. and that, my good people, is why fetch should be president. i mean, year of the snake.

RP Sample;;

He sidled up to the other man's back, letting his long index finger trail down the length of his neck. A smirk graced Seiji's handsome features as Yuki shuddered slightly, turning his head to look at him. The brunette offered Seiji a nervous smile. "Oh, uh, Seiji, I didn't think you would be back so early!" he tittered, and the curse-bearer noticed the slight tremble of his slender hands, the tell-tale avoidance of eye contact.

"I thought it'd be a pleasant surprise, Yuki," he said, the name rolling off of his tongue sensually. He then spun the slightly taller, more willowy young man around, pressing Yuki into the wall as he crashed their lips together in a rough, passionate kiss, pinning his hands on either side of his head. He felt the other man melt against him, and smiled against his soft lips.

As soon as they broke apart, his partner gasping for breath, he punched him. With a thud, Yuki hit the wall again, albeit much harder. He looked shocked, the little bastard. Crouching by the confused, younger man, he leaned forward to speak in his ear. "You didn't think that I wouldn't notice your little girlfriend coming by all the time, did you, Yuki?" he hissed, his voice adopting a tone that was both deadly and calm simultaneously.

Feeling smug and satisfied as Yuki's eyes widened in surprise and fear, Seiji grabbed the male by the collar of his white shirt and tossed him to the side, standing up as the other man lay sprawled on the floor. He regarded him coldly, his mismatched eyes deceptively calm as he smiled at Yuki, who swallowed dryly as he pushed himself up, knowing full well what such a smile implied.

"You see," the lithe young man said, spreading his hands, his palms turned up as he continued to scrutinize his lover while returning to his customary composure, "when you said you wouldn't consent to the arranged marriage your parents had waiting for you, you set me at ease. So imagine," he said, narrowing his eyes. "Imagine my surprise, when I see you with her," he hissed, a piece of that perfect little mask breaking as he stared down at his own hands as they curled into fists, unseeing.

"I saw those looks. I saw her touch your arm. I saw you laughing with her!" he accused, his voice shrill. This wasn't like himself. He felt his blood roaring in his ears, his heart pounding against his rib-cage as he looked at Yuki, who's eyes seemed horrified, terrified, even? Time seemed to slow as he stared numbly at his long, slender fingers-- those fingers that Yuki always said were so beautiful. They were wrapped around his lover's throat, and vaguely he could feel their grip tightening. He could only observe dumbly as Yuki's eyes seemed to go out of focus, the man reaching for him weakly, before dropping.

With a startled realization, he dropped his hands abruptly, the world rapidly surrounding him again. Yuki dropped to the ground, gasping for air and coughing violently.

Seiji shook, staring at his hands again. He didn't notice Yuki getting up and approaching until he felt a cautious hand brush the edges of his silky black hair. He recoiled, flinching as if touched by a boiling iron.

"Get out," he whispered, his voice dry.

"Seiji--"

"Get out!" the other man retreated his hand, and Seiji could faintly feel a stare of disbelief upon him, but he stubbornly refused to meet Yuki's gaze. A few moments of silence passed, and he heard soft footsteps, which were followed by the sound of a shutting door.

Assured that he was gone, Seiji stumbled over to the wall as if in a drunken trance, before sliding down, his legs too weak to support him. He buried his head between his legs and hands, his breath hitching and his vision blurring as hot tears stung his dry eyes.

Good thing no one was around.

[►NIKKI◄]

Accepted~
_{-- seiji.. its okay we beat him up in the park later.. ;w;}