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- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
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- 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.
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- 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 couldn't help staying alert to her every movement, however, Elidi was nothing but gentle and slow, careful as she ran her hands over his skin and the Prince found himself relaxing little by little. Her fingertips left streaks of fire in their wake, invisible lines over his body and his skin was slow to cool again after she'd left. His temperature was naturally colder than other elves and that was common to all his kind. They were creatures of shadows and ice, the moon and water and their bodies reflected such things.
The Prince didn't mind the warmth, though. It wasn't overpowering like the heat of fire or the harsh rays of the sun in the desert. It was soothing like the touch of a blanket or warmed water against his skin. Kana breathed easier now despite her nearness and her touch and when she asked her question, he answered quietly, calmly.
"Yes. I wasn't allowed to say anything and when, once, I failed to deflect suspicion, they killed the elf who found out." He hesitated, knowing she wouldn't like the next part and then continued. "They said that the orders came from the King, but that if I spoke of it to anyone outside the dungeon your father would have my family killed. I couldn't risk them." He wasn't a coward. He was protecting his brother and sisters, his mother and father in the only way he could now.
The Prince didn't mind the warmth, though. It wasn't overpowering like the heat of fire or the harsh rays of the sun in the desert. It was soothing like the touch of a blanket or warmed water against his skin. Kana breathed easier now despite her nearness and her touch and when she asked her question, he answered quietly, calmly.
"Yes. I wasn't allowed to say anything and when, once, I failed to deflect suspicion, they killed the elf who found out." He hesitated, knowing she wouldn't like the next part and then continued. "They said that the orders came from the King, but that if I spoke of it to anyone outside the dungeon your father would have my family killed. I couldn't risk them." He wasn't a coward. He was protecting his brother and sisters, his mother and father in the only way he could now.
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