- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Science Fiction, Fantasy, Science Fantasy, Dark Fantasy, Historical, Shounen-ai and Shoujo-ai, Psychological, Steampunk and... well, I'm actually up for most kinds of role plays.
"Woman?"
Lisette paused and swirled around as she heard a voice, assuming he was addressing her. There were no other people present, after all. She wore a smile, sweet and innocent as that of a child. Another gentle breeze whipped through her hair and skirts, causing silvery strains to fall into her face. She tucked them behind her ear as she tilted her head to the side, regarding him curiously. He was quite tall, this stranger, and handsome too – those emerald eyes particularly captivating. Blond locks covered his head and a pair of glasses sat atop his nose. For a moment she wondered if he was a prince from a fairy tale. In a garden filled with roses and a statue of a mermaid, that didn't seem entirely impossible.
"That's no way to adress a lady, good sir," chided Lisette with a giggle, though she didn't truly seem upset.
"Miss you really shouldn't do that.... it can be dangerous."
The silver haired maiden puffed up her cheeks in a display of sulkiness. Even so, it came off as more endearing than anything. He sounded just like Arthur. The fact that she might fall and hurt herself in the process seemed like a silly notion to Lisette, as it had never happened before. At least not whilst bathing her feet in a fountain. True, she had only ever done so at the fountain in the Dragomir gardens before this, but it had been a fountain nonetheless.
"That's silly." She said after a moment of silent protest. Even so she reached out her delicate hand, reluctantly accepting his help. Lifting her skirts with her free hand, she glanced down and noticed that they'd gotten wet due to her sudden movements. The young girl didn't seem to mind, for she shrugged her slender shoulders and stepped onto the fountain edge. "Just to make this clear. I wouldn't have hurt myself," she said and there was a stubborn edge to her voice. Then her features softened and she was smiling once more.
"Lisette. My name's Lisette. What about you, mister?" She gazed up at him with curious red orbs, letting go of his hand as she joined her fingers behind her back.
Lisette paused and swirled around as she heard a voice, assuming he was addressing her. There were no other people present, after all. She wore a smile, sweet and innocent as that of a child. Another gentle breeze whipped through her hair and skirts, causing silvery strains to fall into her face. She tucked them behind her ear as she tilted her head to the side, regarding him curiously. He was quite tall, this stranger, and handsome too – those emerald eyes particularly captivating. Blond locks covered his head and a pair of glasses sat atop his nose. For a moment she wondered if he was a prince from a fairy tale. In a garden filled with roses and a statue of a mermaid, that didn't seem entirely impossible.
"That's no way to adress a lady, good sir," chided Lisette with a giggle, though she didn't truly seem upset.
"Miss you really shouldn't do that.... it can be dangerous."
The silver haired maiden puffed up her cheeks in a display of sulkiness. Even so, it came off as more endearing than anything. He sounded just like Arthur. The fact that she might fall and hurt herself in the process seemed like a silly notion to Lisette, as it had never happened before. At least not whilst bathing her feet in a fountain. True, she had only ever done so at the fountain in the Dragomir gardens before this, but it had been a fountain nonetheless.
"That's silly." She said after a moment of silent protest. Even so she reached out her delicate hand, reluctantly accepting his help. Lifting her skirts with her free hand, she glanced down and noticed that they'd gotten wet due to her sudden movements. The young girl didn't seem to mind, for she shrugged her slender shoulders and stepped onto the fountain edge. "Just to make this clear. I wouldn't have hurt myself," she said and there was a stubborn edge to her voice. Then her features softened and she was smiling once more.
"Lisette. My name's Lisette. What about you, mister?" She gazed up at him with curious red orbs, letting go of his hand as she joined her fingers behind her back.