- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Online Availability
- 3pm - 1am (GMT / BST)
- Writing Levels
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Monsters, supernatural, fantasy, romance, criminality, slice-of-life (modern or set in past, usually with some twists)
It was down to Themus to respond to the other, though only after a period of awkward, almost tense, silence had passed. Lysander was evidently in no position to make more mentions of his girlfriend's ill health, already verging on some emotion-fuelled breakdown because of it, which passed the duty to Themus. He wasn't particularly fond of discussing his sister's health in front of her either, reminding her of how hopeless the situation seemed, but Neotoma had a right to know. It was just unfortunate that his curiosity had to be admitted at that present moment.
"We don't know is the simple answer. Demons don't get sick often. When we do, we often heal naturally. If our body struggles with it, I get involved and the remedies had always worked. My sister's case is unique. I... don't know what's wrong with her, so I don't know how to make her better. All I can do is... dull the pain for a few hours a day. In the grand scheme of things, I'm useless to her; I'm not helping her at all," he mumbled under his breath, his eyes locked to his plate as he contemplated walking off to compose himself, though he decided against that when glancing just once across at his sister sat opposite him.
"I'm sure we'll find something though, now you're on board. You must have some herbs from your kingdom that could help? Hope's not entirely lost yet."
"We don't know is the simple answer. Demons don't get sick often. When we do, we often heal naturally. If our body struggles with it, I get involved and the remedies had always worked. My sister's case is unique. I... don't know what's wrong with her, so I don't know how to make her better. All I can do is... dull the pain for a few hours a day. In the grand scheme of things, I'm useless to her; I'm not helping her at all," he mumbled under his breath, his eyes locked to his plate as he contemplated walking off to compose himself, though he decided against that when glancing just once across at his sister sat opposite him.
"I'm sure we'll find something though, now you're on board. You must have some herbs from your kingdom that could help? Hope's not entirely lost yet."