- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Futanari
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, romance, yaoi/yuri, vampires (non-twilight vampires preferred) though right now I'm VERY interested in finding a romance fantasy
Tria listened silently. She was not a woman to jump at the tiniest thing. She had seen women like that--that never let their men folk or friends finish a full thought or statement before raging on them about some small thing that wouldn't have upset them if they'd waited all the way through. She hated men and women that were like that. She had lowered her head at his first comment, knowing from the last couple of days how true that was.
It wasn't until he said the last word that her head snapped up, fists tightening on the edges of the sheets, eyes wide and somewhat surprised. Had he truly just said the word love in relation to her caring for him? There was a small flutter in her saddened hard before she looked at the sheet in her hand to give herself time to calm her heart. Soaking in his words, analysing them from every angle she could think of, she walked to the door and dropped the sheet next to it before turning back to the two beds. Slowly she started to walk back before changing her direction and slowly slipping up onto the bed next to him. She sat there, staring at the floor before looking over at him with a serious gaze.
"I have plenty of time to wait Manduro," she finally said. "It might be hard to care for what you do in your time as a warlock, but I-I can't give up on you now that I found you again Manduro. I will work doubly hard to make up for what evil you cause, but I will wait." Slowly she reached over and rested a hand on his, making sure not to touch his staff. "Though I may need some new clothing if you insist on traveling." This last bit was said with a little bit of humor, as she hoped to lighten the mood just a tiny bit.
It wasn't until he said the last word that her head snapped up, fists tightening on the edges of the sheets, eyes wide and somewhat surprised. Had he truly just said the word love in relation to her caring for him? There was a small flutter in her saddened hard before she looked at the sheet in her hand to give herself time to calm her heart. Soaking in his words, analysing them from every angle she could think of, she walked to the door and dropped the sheet next to it before turning back to the two beds. Slowly she started to walk back before changing her direction and slowly slipping up onto the bed next to him. She sat there, staring at the floor before looking over at him with a serious gaze.
"I have plenty of time to wait Manduro," she finally said. "It might be hard to care for what you do in your time as a warlock, but I-I can't give up on you now that I found you again Manduro. I will work doubly hard to make up for what evil you cause, but I will wait." Slowly she reached over and rested a hand on his, making sure not to touch his staff. "Though I may need some new clothing if you insist on traveling." This last bit was said with a little bit of humor, as she hoped to lighten the mood just a tiny bit.