- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- On fairly regularly, every day. I'll notice a PM almost immediately. Replies come randomly.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- No Preferences
- Genres
- High fantasy is my personal favorite, followed closely by modern fantasy and post-apocalyptic, but I can happily play in any genre if the plot is good enough.
Quinn walked to the door of the kitchen, but no further, watching as Sveta vanished around the corner back to her bedroom. Was this impulsiveness going to be a common trait with her? She finally managed to wrestle the queen sized mattress out from the room, around the rather sharp corner that connected it back to the living room, and out into the open. When she dropped it the mattress propped up against the couch, not quite able to fully lay out straight in the rather tight quarters between the couch and the wall.
"Plunder the couch all you want," Quinn replied with a laugh. "Doesn't change the fact that the only blanket in the house is the one on your bed. It is going to be a rather tight fit under there for both of us." He finally forwent his position of leaning against the door frame to the kitchen, and wandered further into the living room. "Unless," he winked at her playfully, "You are looking to get a little bit snuggly."
Quinn meant what he said in all honesty, and the smile that followed was both honest and a little bit mischievous. It was the kind of expression that had gotten many girls dropping clothes at his feet before. Quebec, however, understood exactly what kind of pressure both the words and the look were going to put on Sveta. He knew it long enough in advance that he could have interceded if he wanted to, direct the conversation to a more comfortable topic. He chose not to.
Despite what Sveta may speculate, Quebec did not get off on seeing her in an uncomfortable or painful situation. He had no more desire to harm her than he did to make her happy. Every action he took was out of nothing but a belief in its necessity. The whole purpose of having 'Quinn' out right now was to firmly establish their relationship before they met anyone else. He would not learn anything about her ability-that-was-not-an-ability to recognize him if he was forced to kill both her and any member of her family that may be present. Far better for her to make a mistake now when there was no one else to see it, than later when it actually mattered.
"Plunder the couch all you want," Quinn replied with a laugh. "Doesn't change the fact that the only blanket in the house is the one on your bed. It is going to be a rather tight fit under there for both of us." He finally forwent his position of leaning against the door frame to the kitchen, and wandered further into the living room. "Unless," he winked at her playfully, "You are looking to get a little bit snuggly."
Quinn meant what he said in all honesty, and the smile that followed was both honest and a little bit mischievous. It was the kind of expression that had gotten many girls dropping clothes at his feet before. Quebec, however, understood exactly what kind of pressure both the words and the look were going to put on Sveta. He knew it long enough in advance that he could have interceded if he wanted to, direct the conversation to a more comfortable topic. He chose not to.
Despite what Sveta may speculate, Quebec did not get off on seeing her in an uncomfortable or painful situation. He had no more desire to harm her than he did to make her happy. Every action he took was out of nothing but a belief in its necessity. The whole purpose of having 'Quinn' out right now was to firmly establish their relationship before they met anyone else. He would not learn anything about her ability-that-was-not-an-ability to recognize him if he was forced to kill both her and any member of her family that may be present. Far better for her to make a mistake now when there was no one else to see it, than later when it actually mattered.