- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Online Availability
- I check as often as I can.
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Fantasy, Realistic/Modern, Magic, Scifi, Romance
Fisher Hawkins
He gestured to the fridge with the neck of the bottle as he lifted it to his own lips. His eyes seemed glazed over, tired. He felt heavy, a weight glued to his chest, stuck in place for years, only growing with time. It hurt, to be dragged along the current. He hated knowing he was powerless to stop her. He'd come into her life and ruined it in one fell swoop.
Fish let out a sigh. "If I can't talk you out of it," he murmured with a shake of his head. "Then I won't help you either." He ducked his head into the fridge after she has gotten a beer out, pulling out a carton of eggs. He set those on the counter and pulled out a dish. "What do you want in your omelette?" He said gently, brows furrowed. "Breakfast for dinner."
He gestured to the fridge with the neck of the bottle as he lifted it to his own lips. His eyes seemed glazed over, tired. He felt heavy, a weight glued to his chest, stuck in place for years, only growing with time. It hurt, to be dragged along the current. He hated knowing he was powerless to stop her. He'd come into her life and ruined it in one fell swoop.
Fish let out a sigh. "If I can't talk you out of it," he murmured with a shake of his head. "Then I won't help you either." He ducked his head into the fridge after she has gotten a beer out, pulling out a carton of eggs. He set those on the counter and pulled out a dish. "What do you want in your omelette?" He said gently, brows furrowed. "Breakfast for dinner."