- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Online Availability
- 3pm - 1am (GMT / BST)
- Writing Levels
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Monsters, supernatural, fantasy, romance, criminality, slice-of-life (modern or set in past, usually with some twists)
"I don't want you looking any different to how you are now; I think you're perfect. The whole muscular, built thing isn't my cup of tea, you know, so I really don't need you getting self-conscious and stressed about it, nor do I want you comparing yourself to your brother or Padraig. They can show off their muscles all they want; it's really not that attractive to me. Whereas you're perfect in my eyes," he promised, smiling over at him as he rooted in the drawer for a bandage. He had no need for them, nor did any of the other vampires, but he always kept some away just in case they had a new recruit who wanted to keep his humanity for a while before allowing himself through the change - as Obediah had done for four years.
"...Nor do I think the tough aesthetic is attractive. I've had past lovers who were genuinely quite rough; the sort to start a fight at a pub and cause a ruckus. I realised that I find it all uncouth. I'd rather a gentleman," he purred with a playful wink, unwinding the bandage before first deciding that he at least ought to wipe away the excess blood around the wound, doing so quietly to avoid giving into the burning at the back of his throat.
"What are you going to tell your wife? That your male lover is a vampire who bit and fed from you~?"
"...Nor do I think the tough aesthetic is attractive. I've had past lovers who were genuinely quite rough; the sort to start a fight at a pub and cause a ruckus. I realised that I find it all uncouth. I'd rather a gentleman," he purred with a playful wink, unwinding the bandage before first deciding that he at least ought to wipe away the excess blood around the wound, doing so quietly to avoid giving into the burning at the back of his throat.
"What are you going to tell your wife? That your male lover is a vampire who bit and fed from you~?"