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- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- Online Availability
- Mostly evening GMT -5 timezone
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- I really enjoy romance in my roleplays; however, I do prefer to work up to it using suspense, tragedy, and mystery. The majority of my roleplays also dive into the libertine section, though I don't prefer this to be the main genre or focus.
Evangeline was finally beginning to feel comfortable again. Even if she did ache between her legs and her heart was broken, she enjoyed the tale that Wes told her. She could nearly imagine the family and the forest that he described, picturing it all above her bed as he gestured, outlining the shapes on the ceiling. Her heart beat slowed and her breathing grew a little more regular. Despite the fact that she had been abused and used, she also curled contentedly into Wes's side. She was sure that she had never trusted another person any more than she did him, especially for a man. He had given her no reason to think illy of him.
Looking ahead, Evangeline could easily imagine this man doing the same for any children he had. Though he had never mentioned wanting to get married and having children, she could imagine it. Two tiny little munchkins tucked under each arm, maybe a few more at his feet, listening intently as their father told them the stories of his people and from his mind. Evangeline imagined that Wes would make a kind father, strict but loving. She snuggled into his arm pit at the thought.
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Three days later, Timothy arrived home, red faced and clearly drunk. His brothers complained to their wives that all he had done was drink for most of their business trip and complain about what a "whore" Evangeline was. It hurt them to see their brother acting so cruelly, but they knew better than to intervene. Timothy would only lash out on the rest of them and they didn't want their wives hurt, too.
Of course, Tim was the most fearful that Wes had as much as laid a hand on his wife. When he entered the house, he nearly kicked the dog from the door, sending him skidding across the room with a whimper.
He searched the kitchen and living room and was glad to find that Wes was sitting in the kitchen with the other two girls. Immediately he ascended up the stairs, intent on finding his precious little princess.
Looking ahead, Evangeline could easily imagine this man doing the same for any children he had. Though he had never mentioned wanting to get married and having children, she could imagine it. Two tiny little munchkins tucked under each arm, maybe a few more at his feet, listening intently as their father told them the stories of his people and from his mind. Evangeline imagined that Wes would make a kind father, strict but loving. She snuggled into his arm pit at the thought.
~ ~ ~
Three days later, Timothy arrived home, red faced and clearly drunk. His brothers complained to their wives that all he had done was drink for most of their business trip and complain about what a "whore" Evangeline was. It hurt them to see their brother acting so cruelly, but they knew better than to intervene. Timothy would only lash out on the rest of them and they didn't want their wives hurt, too.
Of course, Tim was the most fearful that Wes had as much as laid a hand on his wife. When he entered the house, he nearly kicked the dog from the door, sending him skidding across the room with a whimper.
He searched the kitchen and living room and was glad to find that Wes was sitting in the kitchen with the other two girls. Immediately he ascended up the stairs, intent on finding his precious little princess.