- 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
He was relieved to hear she wasn't hurt, but Gabriel was not sure exactly WHAT she was doing as the silence stretched between them and it made him nervous. He willed his body not to tense again, his sixth sense telling him that whatever she was up to, it wasn't dangerous and that was enough for him even if he didn't like being in the dark....well, quite literally right now. He could smell the interest on her, though, and truthfully, his own was peaked, too.
She seemed like someone who could blend in easily, someone who would stay out of trouble and yet she'd helped him. What had made her do it? What lay in her past that she couldn't just walk away from someone in need of help like so many did?
Gabriel was aware that he wasn't going to get his answers tonight - or maybe ever - and when she spoke again, he readily accepted her escape of sleep, smiling a bit. "We both should." he agreed and then looked out at the storm, the thunder rumbling overhead still and the rain pouring. It wasn't like they could go anywhere right now. He glanced back down at where he knows his wound is and grimaces. Probably should take care of that first.
Gabriel sighed, moving away from the wall a little, sitting up so he could get his backpack off. He looked at Cassandra then and tilted his head in an almost animal-like way, his dirty blond hair drying and now falling to the side of his head with his movement. "Do you know how to sew?" If not, he can, but it's always hard to sew on one's self...
She seemed like someone who could blend in easily, someone who would stay out of trouble and yet she'd helped him. What had made her do it? What lay in her past that she couldn't just walk away from someone in need of help like so many did?
Gabriel was aware that he wasn't going to get his answers tonight - or maybe ever - and when she spoke again, he readily accepted her escape of sleep, smiling a bit. "We both should." he agreed and then looked out at the storm, the thunder rumbling overhead still and the rain pouring. It wasn't like they could go anywhere right now. He glanced back down at where he knows his wound is and grimaces. Probably should take care of that first.
Gabriel sighed, moving away from the wall a little, sitting up so he could get his backpack off. He looked at Cassandra then and tilted his head in an almost animal-like way, his dirty blond hair drying and now falling to the side of his head with his movement. "Do you know how to sew?" If not, he can, but it's always hard to sew on one's self...