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- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
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- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
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- 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
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Nik hadn't moved as she approached, having learned weeks ago now that Kaulu...she wasn't going to hurt him. There were occasions where he still flinched if she touched him too quickly or if he was startled by it, but he'd stopped expecting pain where she was concerned. He kept his arm held out for her as she went about dabbing away blood that just continued to run. Nik wondered if she realized how deep the cut actually was. It was on his inner forearm and he was pretty sure it had cut a vein. It certainly hurt like it had, but he said nothing about it. The pain didn't rate as important on his tolerance scale.
Her question, though, that made him tense in a way he'd not done in a while now, his moon blue eyes instantly starting to retreat, to cloud up in defense and then Nik faltered. He stayed very still for a moment, knowing, understanding that what he was doing was not the right response. It was just a fight in that moment to make himself do the right thing. His eyes refocused back on Kaulu and the Sidhe's eyes slowly cleared again, his entire body giving a shiver as he pushed away the flight or fight instinct that told him those two things were his only option.
No...no they weren't.
Not anymore.
Nik sighed and before he answered, he took the cloth from Kaulu's fingers and pressed it down to the cut, pain flickering in his eyes before it faded away, hidden by a habit harder to break than any of the others had been. You didn't reveal pain. That was a rule that would probably take months, perhaps even years to train out of him. His voice was quiet as he looked at the obsidian eyes watching him and then down to the ground.
"I haven't...been sleeping well." It wasn't a lie. It was a start to the whole truth.
Nik hadn't moved as she approached, having learned weeks ago now that Kaulu...she wasn't going to hurt him. There were occasions where he still flinched if she touched him too quickly or if he was startled by it, but he'd stopped expecting pain where she was concerned. He kept his arm held out for her as she went about dabbing away blood that just continued to run. Nik wondered if she realized how deep the cut actually was. It was on his inner forearm and he was pretty sure it had cut a vein. It certainly hurt like it had, but he said nothing about it. The pain didn't rate as important on his tolerance scale.
Her question, though, that made him tense in a way he'd not done in a while now, his moon blue eyes instantly starting to retreat, to cloud up in defense and then Nik faltered. He stayed very still for a moment, knowing, understanding that what he was doing was not the right response. It was just a fight in that moment to make himself do the right thing. His eyes refocused back on Kaulu and the Sidhe's eyes slowly cleared again, his entire body giving a shiver as he pushed away the flight or fight instinct that told him those two things were his only option.
No...no they weren't.
Not anymore.
Nik sighed and before he answered, he took the cloth from Kaulu's fingers and pressed it down to the cut, pain flickering in his eyes before it faded away, hidden by a habit harder to break than any of the others had been. You didn't reveal pain. That was a rule that would probably take months, perhaps even years to train out of him. His voice was quiet as he looked at the obsidian eyes watching him and then down to the ground.
"I haven't...been sleeping well." It wasn't a lie. It was a start to the whole truth.