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- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
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- Beginner
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- Intermediate
- Adept
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- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
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- Genres
- Monsters, supernatural, fantasy, romance, criminality, slice-of-life (modern or set in past, usually with some twists)
"Hey! Y-You're awake! It's been ages, like, at least an hour." Cobie gushed, his arm currently in the sling Jakob had fetched for him, and sat close to the bed in an expectantly expensive armchair, flopped in against the cushions until spotting his brother awake in suspicious and panicked fashion. "Relax, you're alright. Guess who saved you? I'm not sure if you remember, you fainted pretty quick," he said softly, eyeing the bruise along his brother's forehead from when he had fallen.
"Jakob actually carried you here, Folie! A-And we're in his bedroom," he gushed, having tried to convince the Prince that any of the spare rooms would have been fine, but he had declined that very notion, preferring to place Folie in his own genuine bedroom just to be able to know where he was, and so he could monitor him, as he had up until five minutes prior - he had had to go see to his father about some meeting, from what Cobie had gathered. "...We shouldn't be here, Mommy will go mad," he babbled as he nervously picked at the fabric of his sling, his eyes flickering around the room that was probably as large as the top floor of their house, in truth. "Let's just go, okay? Now, before Jakob comes back. It's too... risky, ah..."
"Jakob actually carried you here, Folie! A-And we're in his bedroom," he gushed, having tried to convince the Prince that any of the spare rooms would have been fine, but he had declined that very notion, preferring to place Folie in his own genuine bedroom just to be able to know where he was, and so he could monitor him, as he had up until five minutes prior - he had had to go see to his father about some meeting, from what Cobie had gathered. "...We shouldn't be here, Mommy will go mad," he babbled as he nervously picked at the fabric of his sling, his eyes flickering around the room that was probably as large as the top floor of their house, in truth. "Let's just go, okay? Now, before Jakob comes back. It's too... risky, ah..."