- 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
Ryethke found herself woken both by the noise coming from the doorway - and damn, was that sunlight coming from there, too? - and Sylvester's actions as he moved her body trying to worm his way under her. The Fae blinked, groaning in a way that sounded almost like a growl as she stretched, cat-like and then lifted her head to glare balefully at the sun-child in the doorway. Maybe it was because she was still half-asleep. Maybe it was because she was clean and knew - even just subconsciously - that she was safe here. Maybe it was because she'd spent most of yesterday and the night with Sylvester. Whatever the reason, Ryeth found herself giving voice to EXACTLY what she thought of Ciro in that moment.
"I swear, ONE more chipper word from you and I will bury you in rubble."
Ryeth put her head down again, her red hair falling over her face - and over everything else really - and curled closer to Sylvester....even as she knew she really couldn't stay that way for long seeing as she really couldn't go back to sleep now anyway.
"I swear, ONE more chipper word from you and I will bury you in rubble."
Ryeth put her head down again, her red hair falling over her face - and over everything else really - and curled closer to Sylvester....even as she knew she really couldn't stay that way for long seeing as she really couldn't go back to sleep now anyway.