- Invitation Status
- Not accepting invites at this time
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- Online Availability
- I have Thursdays off between two jobs. I am usually available on Wednesdays and Sundays, too. I will usually respond in the evenings, if I can, on the days I work.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, Romance, Medieval, Futuristic, Apocalyptic, Sci-Fi, Modern, Action, Adventure, some High-Fantasy, Lord of the Rings, Pacific Rim, King Arthur, anything Game of Thrones-esque
She knew his words were right and that he had reason to be saying them. She was nothing to her master, had nothing truly holding her here, had no reason to stay and every reason to leave. She knew that and had for a while. And that was part of the reason why Danny's words irritated her. She didn't know how HE did it, but she didn't have the means to just up and leave! He didn't have a vampire who'd likely hunt him down if he did. He stirred up hope and restlessness in her that she couldn't act on...was scared to act on and Athwyn didn't answer him because of it, not knowing what to say.
The white-haired woman crossed her arms as she walked, looking at the ground with a frown. She knew what she wanted to say. She wanted to tell him he was right - because he was - but then she'd have to explain why she wouldn't act on his words. And she didn't know how to explain that to him anymore than she knew how to really explain it to herself. Perhaps it was just fear - pure and simple. It was easy to dream. It was harder to act on one's dream and risk change.
"I do not wish to speak of this." It was quiet, but firm and Athwyn finally looked up and her green eyes met his yellow-violet. "I have made my choice and I might change it one day, but not today."
The white-haired woman crossed her arms as she walked, looking at the ground with a frown. She knew what she wanted to say. She wanted to tell him he was right - because he was - but then she'd have to explain why she wouldn't act on his words. And she didn't know how to explain that to him anymore than she knew how to really explain it to herself. Perhaps it was just fear - pure and simple. It was easy to dream. It was harder to act on one's dream and risk change.
"I do not wish to speak of this." It was quiet, but firm and Athwyn finally looked up and her green eyes met his yellow-violet. "I have made my choice and I might change it one day, but not today."