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- Multiple posts per day
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- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Primarily Prefer Female
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- Political intrigue, fantasy, futuristic, sci fi lite, superheroes, historical fiction, alternate universes. Smittings of romance, but only as side plot.
Adelaide Blanchard
The way he was looking at her was enough the drag the soft brush of red across her cheeks, and for a moment only, she forgot the terrifying uncertainty of her own circumstances in exchange for the remarkable confusion of this man's kindness and compassion. She did not even know his name, yet he looked at her with more warmth than Beau had ever shown...
He was not, perhaps, fully aware of the latitude of her circumstances and so she could not fault the nature of his behavior, but it was all too apparent in his posture that he was a charmer, and accustomed to that sort of thing working in his favor. But something else seemed to pull in the opposite direction... An apprehension.
He excused himself, and her own reaction felt oddly twofold... Both relief and disappointment at war within her. But it was for the best. She had laid too much on the stranger... And it was better she not attach herself to him. Not when, inevitably, Beaumont would find her.
"Goodbye, Monsieur..." She added with a note of sadness. Not goodnight... Goodbye, for she had every intention of avoiding him, the remainder of their journey.
Forcing herself to turn away, she closed the door behind her, and while she was sure she would get no rest, she laid down, fully dressed, anyway.
He was not, perhaps, fully aware of the latitude of her circumstances and so she could not fault the nature of his behavior, but it was all too apparent in his posture that he was a charmer, and accustomed to that sort of thing working in his favor. But something else seemed to pull in the opposite direction... An apprehension.
He excused himself, and her own reaction felt oddly twofold... Both relief and disappointment at war within her. But it was for the best. She had laid too much on the stranger... And it was better she not attach herself to him. Not when, inevitably, Beaumont would find her.
"Goodbye, Monsieur..." She added with a note of sadness. Not goodnight... Goodbye, for she had every intention of avoiding him, the remainder of their journey.
Forcing herself to turn away, she closed the door behind her, and while she was sure she would get no rest, she laid down, fully dressed, anyway.