- Invitation Status
- Not accepting invites at this time
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- Online Availability
- 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 feels relief to hear his voice and she has not realized how anxious she was that she would not hear it. When he releases her, she feels more stable and yet completely lost all in the same moment and Ana pushes the emotions away, not wanting to deal with them right now. So much happened yesterday and she doesn't know completely what to think of it and she doesn't want to. She just wants to find comfort in the fact that she's still alive, that they are all alive and relatively unhurt....wait.
The Princess sits up swiftly and ignoring the way her head spins, she presses her finger to her ribs, blinking in astonishment to feel that they are whole, unbroken or even cracked. When had that happened? HOW had that happened? She looks at her hand then, almost positive she'd seen a spark on her fingers and Ana swallows, unsure if she should be nervous about that or not. It hadn't hurt and maybe she'd been imagining it...
She focuses her attention back on Oran, looking down at him and her hand comes out to feel his forehead, uncaring of the sweat. IT's not like she smells of roses herself. "I'm fine thanks to you, but you're not." He's burning still and Ana doesn't like it as she gets out of bed, her body telling her its not fully recovered but it will cooperate. And it does as she goes to the bathroom and wets a few towels, coming back with a bowl of water. She sits on the edge of the bed then and presses the cloth to Oran's forehead and then his cheeks and neck, mopping up the sweat and trying to help bring down the fever.
Ana glances at his arm then and winces, her pale gold-hazel eyes coming to meet his amber with regret. "Sorry. I don't...really even know why I did that."
The Princess sits up swiftly and ignoring the way her head spins, she presses her finger to her ribs, blinking in astonishment to feel that they are whole, unbroken or even cracked. When had that happened? HOW had that happened? She looks at her hand then, almost positive she'd seen a spark on her fingers and Ana swallows, unsure if she should be nervous about that or not. It hadn't hurt and maybe she'd been imagining it...
She focuses her attention back on Oran, looking down at him and her hand comes out to feel his forehead, uncaring of the sweat. IT's not like she smells of roses herself. "I'm fine thanks to you, but you're not." He's burning still and Ana doesn't like it as she gets out of bed, her body telling her its not fully recovered but it will cooperate. And it does as she goes to the bathroom and wets a few towels, coming back with a bowl of water. She sits on the edge of the bed then and presses the cloth to Oran's forehead and then his cheeks and neck, mopping up the sweat and trying to help bring down the fever.
Ana glances at his arm then and winces, her pale gold-hazel eyes coming to meet his amber with regret. "Sorry. I don't...really even know why I did that."