- 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
Anrar had woken slowly and for a moment he felt panic as he took in the unfamiliar room. Memory sank in soon after as he saw the bandage on this wrist and the blond let out a sigh, slumping back into the bed for a moment before he realized that the sheets smelled of someone familiar - right, Fred - and he had probably ruined them. The male winced and slowly got up, his body protesting the movement, but working nonetheless. He looked around again stretching carefully and then proceeded to take the blankets off the bed, fold them and then strip the sheets off completely, leaving the stack of blankets on the bed, the pillows without cases before he ventured out of the room and found a laundry basket. He put the sheets there and looked around once more, dark green eyes taking in everything silently.
And then taking in Fred as she walked out of the bathroom in a towel. The blond stared for a long moment, unable to help the way his gaze moved down her frame, taking in her skin and her dripping hair, the water that still glistened against her arms and shoulders, legs... Not even the injuries could take away from her allure. He looked away the moment his eyes met her own, however, and his own face hid behind his hair as it fell forward. He appeared suitably embarrassed and even shy when he spoke.
"I'm sorry. I didn't...umm...I can go..."
Anrar didn't normally stutter, but then again, he didn't normal stand across the room from a beautiful woman who was in nothing but a towel either.
And then taking in Fred as she walked out of the bathroom in a towel. The blond stared for a long moment, unable to help the way his gaze moved down her frame, taking in her skin and her dripping hair, the water that still glistened against her arms and shoulders, legs... Not even the injuries could take away from her allure. He looked away the moment his eyes met her own, however, and his own face hid behind his hair as it fell forward. He appeared suitably embarrassed and even shy when he spoke.
"I'm sorry. I didn't...umm...I can go..."
Anrar didn't normally stutter, but then again, he didn't normal stand across the room from a beautiful woman who was in nothing but a towel either.