- Invitation Status
- Not accepting invites at this time
- Posting Speed
- 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
Keene groaned, his body heaving violently and he closed his eyes, his body damp with sweat when his stomach finally settled. His foresight buzzed around angrily as usual, but that he could ignore for the moment as he wiped is mouth and the container he'd puked in was pulled back in by the ship and disposed of it. Keene brought his focus to Tessa then as he unbuckled himself and slowly spun the chair around to face her, his head coming to rest against his fingertips.
"Could you think a bit more quietly. Geez, it's not like they are going to fall in love tomorrow and they might not even do that ever."
He glanced up, giving her a look. Really? Did she honestly think she could control something like that? "Tessa, if they fall in love, then they fall in love. If they don't then they don't. You can't force them either way. The future isn't set in stone, believe me, I know and they have free will. You can't really do anything expect stress yourself out at this point."
There. That was his word of advice.
Keene stood up then, slightly unstable and he made his way toward the exit, intending to get dressed before they went dirt-side. "Don't worry. She hasn't met Atarn yet." And with those cryptic words, he disappeared from sight and down the hall. Keene had to vaguely wonder if Tessa preferred this version of him or the old one at this point.
"Could you think a bit more quietly. Geez, it's not like they are going to fall in love tomorrow and they might not even do that ever."
He glanced up, giving her a look. Really? Did she honestly think she could control something like that? "Tessa, if they fall in love, then they fall in love. If they don't then they don't. You can't force them either way. The future isn't set in stone, believe me, I know and they have free will. You can't really do anything expect stress yourself out at this point."
There. That was his word of advice.
Keene stood up then, slightly unstable and he made his way toward the exit, intending to get dressed before they went dirt-side. "Don't worry. She hasn't met Atarn yet." And with those cryptic words, he disappeared from sight and down the hall. Keene had to vaguely wonder if Tessa preferred this version of him or the old one at this point.