- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Historical, Magical, Romance (usually within other genres), Dystopia,.
Imelda Fletcher
Her fingers returned to brush over some of the healing slash wounds on her opposite arm, head turned down and away from him to stare at the floor.
A part of her wondered if she should have bothered attempting to make this deal in the first place. It certainly came back to bite her on the ass now, considering he wasn't satisfied with simply being in a body alongside her. His request to 'ride along with her' was what made her the most uncomfortable. The idea of him being inside her body, ever present and still unable to escape him.
Yet Imelda found herself wanting to believe him. She wanted to feel confident that he wouldn't control her. It was well understood that he could have done that at any other point during these past two weeks but didn't do so. Imelda wasn't stupid, she knew that his lack of action in that way only solidified the notion that he did like her. It even made her question if he had a fondness for her that would make it difficult for him to possess her anyway. However all her training and previous knowledge of other monsters played Devil's Advocate.
All her life she had been trained to belief that monsters were senseless beings, good for only inflicting chaos and fear and to harvest Catalyst from.
Now that has all been ripped away from her since finding out that her happiest childhood memories were because of a monster. It was still a lot to take in and force into her head through the propaganda that had been taught to her - not that it wasn't all incorrect. But it seemed that, maybe, just maybe, Alarik was different. Or at least for her.
"No."
Her voice was quiet, small, still unsure. Her eyes remained on the floor as she struggled to form the words that would signal her agreement. Eventually she lifted her eyes to him, fingers flexing and then stretching out as fists were formed and then relaxed.
"No. I'll-- fine. Fine. We'll... we'll do things your way." She shook her head, clearly bemused with her own decision, "But I-- I'm just going to need to-- get over you also being... inside me-- God that sounds so wrong." She exhaled long and hard through her nose as she looked away again, "That's what is going to be the fuckin' weirdest thing. Even speaking about it makes me uncomfortable but if it gets us both what we want then it's got to be done."
Pinching the bridge of her nose, Imelda's free hand gripped her knee as she attempted to keep herself from fidgeting, "Tomorrow morning then. We'll do it tomorrow?"