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- 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
Kana listened to her explanations in silence and he studied each scar with a neutral expression that would do nothing whatsoever to conceal the raging emotions underneath his facade. He felt anger, a deep killing rage that he could not release and so he kept it suppressed, but it was there. He hated the men who'd touched her, who'd hurt her and Kana actively had to fight the desire to reach out and lay Elidi down, to trace and kiss each scar that marred her body and tell her how brave and beautiful she was. He wanted to hold her close and take all the bad memories away, but he couldn't even risk touching her cheek out here in the open.
And he really wasn't allowed the kind of intimate contact he wanted to perform anyway. Her father and brothers would probably want to kill him for even thinking such thoughts...
The Dark Elf distantly had to wonder if all this was being transferred through the bond as most of their emotions were, but his mind was more on the here and now, and comforting, reassuring Elidi as he could. His gold eyes came back up to meet her own and he took her hand, a gesture that could be seen as one friend comforting another but was so much more as his gaze was set ablaze with love for his Light Elf.
"You are beautiful and brave, and whatever you did to get those scars, I am proud of you."
And he really wasn't allowed the kind of intimate contact he wanted to perform anyway. Her father and brothers would probably want to kill him for even thinking such thoughts...
The Dark Elf distantly had to wonder if all this was being transferred through the bond as most of their emotions were, but his mind was more on the here and now, and comforting, reassuring Elidi as he could. His gold eyes came back up to meet her own and he took her hand, a gesture that could be seen as one friend comforting another but was so much more as his gaze was set ablaze with love for his Light Elf.
"You are beautiful and brave, and whatever you did to get those scars, I am proud of you."