- 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.
Time nodded slightly to himself, an expression of mild satisfaction, as Macy took her seat by the window.
Polite to a fault, he didn't stare at Macy as she began to eat, instead choosing to gaze casually through the window in a way that left her in the peripheral of his vision, without the lingering sensation that someone was staring at her. Of course, the question of whether or not someone claiming to be time would need something as superficial as vision to keep track of her was entirely open for debate.
As for her own eyes, which never seemed to waver from him, they were treated as casually as a spring breeze. It was something to notice, perhaps enjoy for a moment, but otherwise not put any particular consideration into.
Hearing Macy begin to speak, Time looked at her, head inclined slightly. "There's no need to apologize," he said, the words heartfelt, but hardly lingered upon. "If anything, it's my fault for acting in such a direct and up front manner. However, your reaction would only get worse the longer I delayed, and without the high to temper it. Please, forgive my bad manners."
Certainly, in any other traditional relationship, a servant who caused their employer to have a panic attack would likely be fired on the spot, and might even lose their professional qualifications in the process. However, there was nothing particularly traditional about Time, or his behavior. It was still a mystery as to what would happen if Macy tried to do something like fire him from his 'role'.
He studied her for a moment, before smiling softly. "I have come to begin my service because it is your right, established from the moment of your birth. Asking 'why' is like asking why some people are born into a family which can hand them more money than they'd be able to spend in a lifetime. It simply is, an inevitable truth."
His hands folded in his lap, Time leaned forward slightly, as though trying to impress his words upon her in a way that she'd never be able to forget. "Macy, it is impossible for me to make a mistake when it comes to the identity of my Master. I haven't mistaken you for someone else, nor will I suddenly change my mind about it. You are the Master of Time. Always have been. And... always will be. There's no mistake."
Polite to a fault, he didn't stare at Macy as she began to eat, instead choosing to gaze casually through the window in a way that left her in the peripheral of his vision, without the lingering sensation that someone was staring at her. Of course, the question of whether or not someone claiming to be time would need something as superficial as vision to keep track of her was entirely open for debate.
As for her own eyes, which never seemed to waver from him, they were treated as casually as a spring breeze. It was something to notice, perhaps enjoy for a moment, but otherwise not put any particular consideration into.
Hearing Macy begin to speak, Time looked at her, head inclined slightly. "There's no need to apologize," he said, the words heartfelt, but hardly lingered upon. "If anything, it's my fault for acting in such a direct and up front manner. However, your reaction would only get worse the longer I delayed, and without the high to temper it. Please, forgive my bad manners."
Certainly, in any other traditional relationship, a servant who caused their employer to have a panic attack would likely be fired on the spot, and might even lose their professional qualifications in the process. However, there was nothing particularly traditional about Time, or his behavior. It was still a mystery as to what would happen if Macy tried to do something like fire him from his 'role'.
He studied her for a moment, before smiling softly. "I have come to begin my service because it is your right, established from the moment of your birth. Asking 'why' is like asking why some people are born into a family which can hand them more money than they'd be able to spend in a lifetime. It simply is, an inevitable truth."
His hands folded in his lap, Time leaned forward slightly, as though trying to impress his words upon her in a way that she'd never be able to forget. "Macy, it is impossible for me to make a mistake when it comes to the identity of my Master. I haven't mistaken you for someone else, nor will I suddenly change my mind about it. You are the Master of Time. Always have been. And... always will be. There's no mistake."