- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Weekends
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy (medieval or modern), sci-fi, steampunk, genres involving dragons
He was suddenly grateful for the hood and mask covering his features, because the hot glare he shot at her was enough to wither plants. "Ain't goin' to break it."
He didn't like being told what to do. It came with traveling for so long on his own.
Setting the key on the beside table, gently so she wouldn't feel any need to speak again, Tace wandered to the window. It was too dark to see anything outside the rings of light from the torches, but he still looked out all the same. "Ya can have the bed," he said, not bothering to look at her. It wasn't a courteous gesture; he wasn't doing it for her sake or because she was a woman. He did it because he hated the soft, downy feelings of feathered beds underneath him. Too used to having hard ground underneath him, he had come to the conclusion that beds were no longer suitable to sleep on.
Something was nagging at him, but this time, he didn't let it show. He didn't know who she was, but he felt like he should have. Thieves as good as him were rare, because he thought of himself as the only one. However, this one had gotten the drop on him, even if he had caught up to her. However, he didn't want to be the one to stoop and ask for her name. He was widely known and regarded as a dangerous thief, despite how often he didn't kill people, but no one knew what he looked like. People said he came with the shadows and melted into them, which would have been nice, outside of the fact that it wasn't true and he secretly hated magic. But no one had to know that, not even his new traveling companion. He would be feared and respected for his skill, and he would enjoy it, because it was his life's goal. And he would do it all without anyone discovering his identity.
If that meant going the entire trip without uttering a single name, then so be it. He was willing to take on that challenge.
((Well, those video game characters should stop looking so damn good and being awesome. And haha, you're welcome. I would love to look up Chrom fanart, but I haven't beaten the new Fire Emblem game, and spoilers are the death of me.))
He didn't like being told what to do. It came with traveling for so long on his own.
Setting the key on the beside table, gently so she wouldn't feel any need to speak again, Tace wandered to the window. It was too dark to see anything outside the rings of light from the torches, but he still looked out all the same. "Ya can have the bed," he said, not bothering to look at her. It wasn't a courteous gesture; he wasn't doing it for her sake or because she was a woman. He did it because he hated the soft, downy feelings of feathered beds underneath him. Too used to having hard ground underneath him, he had come to the conclusion that beds were no longer suitable to sleep on.
Something was nagging at him, but this time, he didn't let it show. He didn't know who she was, but he felt like he should have. Thieves as good as him were rare, because he thought of himself as the only one. However, this one had gotten the drop on him, even if he had caught up to her. However, he didn't want to be the one to stoop and ask for her name. He was widely known and regarded as a dangerous thief, despite how often he didn't kill people, but no one knew what he looked like. People said he came with the shadows and melted into them, which would have been nice, outside of the fact that it wasn't true and he secretly hated magic. But no one had to know that, not even his new traveling companion. He would be feared and respected for his skill, and he would enjoy it, because it was his life's goal. And he would do it all without anyone discovering his identity.
If that meant going the entire trip without uttering a single name, then so be it. He was willing to take on that challenge.
((Well, those video game characters should stop looking so damn good and being awesome. And haha, you're welcome. I would love to look up Chrom fanart, but I haven't beaten the new Fire Emblem game, and spoilers are the death of me.))