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- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
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- I have Thursdays off between two jobs. I am usually available on Wednesdays and Sundays, too. I will usually respond in the evenings, if I can, on the days I work.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, Romance, Medieval, Futuristic, Apocalyptic, Sci-Fi, Modern, Action, Adventure, some High-Fantasy, Lord of the Rings, Pacific Rim, King Arthur, anything Game of Thrones-esque
Ana is not sure why she feels slightly offended. Gladly face the window? She wasn't a monster! Still, she can't help but agree with him about the turning around thing. Married or not, the last thing she wants is to undress in front of him and when he goes out onto the balcony, she hurries to change, slipping into sleep-shorts and a gray tank-top, the heat already wearing off from the desert, but still different than she is used to.
The Princess looked toward the balcony then, letting her red hair out and pursed her lips, debating. In the end, her nature wins out over her mind and she doesn't call out to Oran, instead going to the bed and stripping the top quilt off and then the blanket underneath, letting the peddles litter the floor and not caring. She was too tired to care. Well, sort of. Despite his demeanor and her dislike of him, Ana does care enough to make sure he's as comfortable as he can be on the floor. She moves about with eerily quiet steps and arranges the bed on the floor near the door, but in sight of the balcony. He's a warrior. He'll want to see all angles of the room in case there is danger. Satisfied with the state of the bed she's made, Ana went back to the bed and grabbed two pillows, throwing them over to the blankets on the floor before she calls to the Kel'korian.
"You can come back in if you want." She doesn't really care if he does as she climbs into the bed and sits there cross-legged, nothing but the sheets and a blanket on the bed now, but that's fine with her. She's used to the humidity of the jungle and doesn't usually sleep with a great deal of blankets anyway.
The Princess looked toward the balcony then, letting her red hair out and pursed her lips, debating. In the end, her nature wins out over her mind and she doesn't call out to Oran, instead going to the bed and stripping the top quilt off and then the blanket underneath, letting the peddles litter the floor and not caring. She was too tired to care. Well, sort of. Despite his demeanor and her dislike of him, Ana does care enough to make sure he's as comfortable as he can be on the floor. She moves about with eerily quiet steps and arranges the bed on the floor near the door, but in sight of the balcony. He's a warrior. He'll want to see all angles of the room in case there is danger. Satisfied with the state of the bed she's made, Ana went back to the bed and grabbed two pillows, throwing them over to the blankets on the floor before she calls to the Kel'korian.
"You can come back in if you want." She doesn't really care if he does as she climbs into the bed and sits there cross-legged, nothing but the sheets and a blanket on the bed now, but that's fine with her. She's used to the humidity of the jungle and doesn't usually sleep with a great deal of blankets anyway.