- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Fantasy, politics, historical fiction, romance
──── cameron elliot.
Him? Lovely? Cam froze where he stood, his hammer mid-swing. He lowered it to his side and turned to face Máire. "Um... thanks."
Christ, why couldn't he just go for it? Cameron could almost feel the townsfolk pushing him on, or was that simply his own ego refusing to be bruised? He didn't know. He took a deep breath and fucking went for it.
"You're, uh... you're lovely too." He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. "I've always thought so."
Abort! Abort! Cam quickly returned to his task and hammered away at another nail. The project was coming along nicely -- another hour or so, and they'd be through.
──── mary hernandez.
Mary had to chuckle at the car's stutter. She didn't think less of Sander because of his car -- if anything, it was endearing. It gave her something to smile about.
"So," said Mary once they'd finally passed the town limits. The surrounding familiarity of Winter's Bell faded away in favor of suburban living and long stretches of freeway. "How long are you in town for, Sander? It's not often that we get strangers around here, and they never stay long enough to take the teacher to the city. I'm sure we'd be happy to have you around if you wanted to stay longer?"
──── soojin park.
A gift! It was the first thing anyone had brought Soojin since her arrival to Winter's Bell. Pastries were among her favorite things, so long as they weren't too sweet, and even so, she would not tell Isaac if she disliked it. The thought of his kindness warmed her lonely heart. "Oh, Mr. Becker," she chuckled shyly, accepting the box with a little smile. "Thank you. I will enjoy these very much."
Soojin turned and placed the box of delights on her desk for later. His misstep in speaking wasn't missed, but Soojin didn't think enough of herself to believe that she was the one causing him to stutter. "Now. Which patterns do you like? Stripes or plaid? Or maybe a solid color? Blue or green would be flattering on you, but a bright color would speak to your personality."