- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- I'm usually on at points through out the day. Some days I'm not due to various reasons, but I try to give my partners warning if I'm going to be away for more than a day or two
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Primarily Nonbinary
- Genres
- Slice of life, high fantasy, modern fantasy, urban fantasy ...anything fantasy really. Dark comedy, supernatural, psychological - anything with dark overtones and miserable, dysfunctional characters. Love me some Hurt/Comfort.
In a corner of southern Ontario, there was a town called Eastborne. It wasn't exactly a small town, but it wasn't large city by anyone's standards either. Surrounded by farmland on all sides, the city looked like it had suddenly popped out of nowhere and looked even smaller in comparison to larger, sprawling cities like Toronto or Ottawa.
It wasn't the best, but Frey supposed it could be worse. He could actually live in the middle of nowhere so he guessed this wasn't so bad. Brushing his hair out of his eyes the platinum blond readjusted his bag and bit back a yawn as he walked down the sidewalk. It was too early to be awake. He hated school. Did it have to be so damn early? Yawning again he stopped walking and rubbed at his eyes, Frey blinked blearily. Spotting a familiar mop of dark blonde hair a few feet in front of him, he grinned and ran forward, closing the gap between them.
"Yo, Trick." He called, falling into step with his friend, "I thought you were gonna wait for me a few streets back, what happened?"
It wasn't the best, but Frey supposed it could be worse. He could actually live in the middle of nowhere so he guessed this wasn't so bad. Brushing his hair out of his eyes the platinum blond readjusted his bag and bit back a yawn as he walked down the sidewalk. It was too early to be awake. He hated school. Did it have to be so damn early? Yawning again he stopped walking and rubbed at his eyes, Frey blinked blearily. Spotting a familiar mop of dark blonde hair a few feet in front of him, he grinned and ran forward, closing the gap between them.
"Yo, Trick." He called, falling into step with his friend, "I thought you were gonna wait for me a few streets back, what happened?"