- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- Online Availability
- It varies wildly.
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Nonbinary
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- I'm open to a wide range of genres. Obscenely wide. It's harder for me to list all I do like than all I don't like.
My favorite settings are fantasy combined with something else, multiverse, post-apoc, historical (mixed with something else), and futuristic. I'm not limited to those, but it's a good start.
My favorite genres include mystery, adventure, action, drama, tragedy (must be mixed with something else and kept balanced), romance (again must be mixed, and more.
I'm happy to include elements of slice-of-life and romance, but doing them on their own doesn't hold my interest indefinitely.
Was that... uncertainty? The hesitation and light stutter caught Twiggy's attention instantly. Unseeing violet eyes stared in Shiloh's approximate direction. The scent was very clear, and the audible stammer finally helped Twiggy apply a label to one of Shiloh's emotional scents, at least well enough to apply a reasonable guess to it.
The laughter, it was accompanied by another scent. Relief? Amusement? Hard to label. It sounded strange, but Twiggy kind of liked it. It wasn't a laugh of mockery. The thin man smiled, uncertain, until the laugh cut off, and the smile fell away with sudden concern, eyes wide and brows raised high.
Still, the humor returned, this time in the other man's voice. The question did ensure Twiggy knew what was so surprising. He smiled. "N-not through water, but um... smells linger, a-and... I don't think it's you that I'm s-... smelling. I um... I've been able to smell you s-since you rescued m-me." He nodded. "T-the scent is kind of f-faint, though—r-really faint."
He fell silent a moment. "D-did... I surprise you? B-by smelling the fish? I um... my nose is very sensitive. I... m-most of the time I can i-i-identify... identify how a person is—is feeling by scent. Y-you're... um... difficult. Ver... very difficult."
The laughter, it was accompanied by another scent. Relief? Amusement? Hard to label. It sounded strange, but Twiggy kind of liked it. It wasn't a laugh of mockery. The thin man smiled, uncertain, until the laugh cut off, and the smile fell away with sudden concern, eyes wide and brows raised high.
Still, the humor returned, this time in the other man's voice. The question did ensure Twiggy knew what was so surprising. He smiled. "N-not through water, but um... smells linger, a-and... I don't think it's you that I'm s-... smelling. I um... I've been able to smell you s-since you rescued m-me." He nodded. "T-the scent is kind of f-faint, though—r-really faint."
He fell silent a moment. "D-did... I surprise you? B-by smelling the fish? I um... my nose is very sensitive. I... m-most of the time I can i-i-identify... identify how a person is—is feeling by scent. Y-you're... um... difficult. Ver... very difficult."