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- 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
She surprised him by giving in so easily and Keene found himself inwardly off-balance by her actions. The hybrid finally looked at the female again, but the expression in his eyes was hard to read; some kind of mix of exasperation, confusion, curiosity and resignation. Honestly, he was just too tired to care right now, to pursue the topic of why she'd chosen to back off even as much as she had. When he'd said she was one of those people he couldn't really see, a blind spot, he hadn't been kidding - though, with everything he'd told her, Keene had to wonder if she'd even caught that bit of information.
Didn't really matter right now either way.
Keene sighed, dropping the cutters back on the counter where he'd found them and his tail stopped swinging so violently, now coiling like a serpent, stretching before it came to his side again, the tip curling and twisting in a much more controlled way. The hybrid ran his hand back through his hair, the black fringes coming forward to brush his eyes even as the rest stayed in place for a few seconds longer before they too fell forward.
He looked mildly thoughtful at her words before he shook his head, eyes closing for a moment and a long, breath escaping him as the tension seemed to just drain away, exhaustion replacing it. "That's fine. I...that's fine." Keene finally replied and he moved past Tessa then and toward the door, much slower and more unsteadily - even as it was clear he wasn't going to fall over with his tail now under his command again - than how he'd come in to this room. At the door, he looked back, his pale jade eyes weary, but something still slightly defiant in them, a flame that wouldn't die.
"You all may be coming with me, but that doesn't mean I'm telling you everything when you'll be gone the first chance you get. It doesn't mean I trust you. I made that mistake once in my life. I won't do it again."
He was gone then and it was VERY clear he didn't want to be followed. No, Keene wanted to find a bed and that's exactly what he did as he found the crew's quarters and randomly selected a room. His body hit the bed with a grateful groan, but much as he would have loved it, sleep didn't come immediately.
The guilt did.
Didn't really matter right now either way.
Keene sighed, dropping the cutters back on the counter where he'd found them and his tail stopped swinging so violently, now coiling like a serpent, stretching before it came to his side again, the tip curling and twisting in a much more controlled way. The hybrid ran his hand back through his hair, the black fringes coming forward to brush his eyes even as the rest stayed in place for a few seconds longer before they too fell forward.
He looked mildly thoughtful at her words before he shook his head, eyes closing for a moment and a long, breath escaping him as the tension seemed to just drain away, exhaustion replacing it. "That's fine. I...that's fine." Keene finally replied and he moved past Tessa then and toward the door, much slower and more unsteadily - even as it was clear he wasn't going to fall over with his tail now under his command again - than how he'd come in to this room. At the door, he looked back, his pale jade eyes weary, but something still slightly defiant in them, a flame that wouldn't die.
"You all may be coming with me, but that doesn't mean I'm telling you everything when you'll be gone the first chance you get. It doesn't mean I trust you. I made that mistake once in my life. I won't do it again."
He was gone then and it was VERY clear he didn't want to be followed. No, Keene wanted to find a bed and that's exactly what he did as he found the crew's quarters and randomly selected a room. His body hit the bed with a grateful groan, but much as he would have loved it, sleep didn't come immediately.
The guilt did.