- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Action-adventure, adult characters, alternate universe, anime, crime drama, cyberpunk, darker themes, drama, dystopia, eastern, edo, epic quest, fairy tale, fantasy, feudal, futuristic, grimdark, heian, high fantasy, low fantasy, magic, modern, modern fantasy, modern scifi, paranormal, psychological, romance, scifi, supernatural, urban fantasy.
Soma wasn't sure how far he'd walked or where exactly he walked to. He had walked for some time with purpose, his fists tight at his sides, before his pace slowed and he more or less sauntered the rest of the way until he had to sit down. He sat on a grassy hill away from the road, staring up into the sky and watching the clouds float by with cloudy eyes. "Why do I feel like such a jerk?" The blonde flopped back in the cool grass and closed his eyes. He felt horrible, there was a feeling weighing on his shoulders that he'd never experienced in such a situation before. Was it.. guilt? He never felt guilty walking out on that man, and they fought much worse than this on almost a daily basis. Soma shook his head angrily; he was comparing them again. It wasn't fair to compare them; Tatsuya wasn't like him. It wasn't until almost sundown that Soma left the spot on the hill and started his walk back. When he returned, it was black outside, not even a sliver of a moon for light. He was quiet as he entered and made his way to the other room to occupy a couch where he went to sleep.