ALL CHARACTERS ARE AT LEAST 18.
"I Love You, I Promise"
"<Name>?!"
Edward stood in the doorway leading into his best friend's dorm room, his mouth open as he gazed at her. He had never seen her in less than a hoodie and jeans, so to see how frail and tiny she was scared him. She was horribly thin, and his heart broke to see the one he loved so.. so.. Edward couldn't even find the words to describe how he felt seeing her like this.
He closed the door to the dorm behind him, placing down the box he'd brought in with him. Instead he moved straight over to her, ignoring that she was only in her underwear and pulled her into his arms in a protective embrace. His hands, soft and gentle, rested on her shoulders after a moment as he looked her in the eyes and spoke one more, two simple words which shook with the tears and emotions he was holding back.
"Oh, sweetie.." He'd always called her that. It was his name for her, and had been as long as they had been friends. It started through a mistake, as he'd heard a teacher call her that and genuinely thought it was her name. They were ten at the time, and it'd been a running joke for weeks after that became an affectionate and well meaning nickname for her.
"I.. I didn't think.." He couldn't find the words. She'd always been thin, but he didn't think she was this thin. At the same time, he was internally chastising himself. 6 years they'd been friends, and he had never seen the signs. He felt he'd let her down, let her suffer and struggle on her own. His hand gently rubbed her back, and he sat on the bed silently pulling her close.
//So, this will deal with dark and mature themes. Your character has an eating disorder, which she has struggled with for over a decade at this point. I figured her past and home life were never the best, as well as being bullied in school.
However, the one spark of genuine light would be Edward. Until he met her, he didn't speak a word to anyone. She was the one person he first spoke to, and he owes her the world for helping him be confident despite his severe stammering.
As such, I figured he's the only person she lets even come close to her without trying to step back. Obviously she has personal space, but I kinda figured she lets Edward be close as he wants because she knows he would never, ever harm her.
Edward speaks with a severe stutter, which isn't typed out in this starter. This is because each word is struggled with, and to type it out would lengthen the post too much to be readable.
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The Flames of Love
Thick, black smoke billowed out of the house on the corner of Arch Road, as red, orange and yellow flames seemed to almost in the midnight sky bathing everything around in a hellish glow.
Robert "Robby" Peters had been asleep when the first shout awoke him, combined with frantic and loud banging upon his front door. Someone was going around waking everyone up, telling them to clear their own homes in case the fire were to spread. Grabbing a t-shirt and jeans on his way out, dressing frantically, the brunette male had followed everyone to a somewhat safe distance away. The burning house looked eerie, almost like something from a movie set. His eyes were fixated on the scene before him, unable to tear himself away from the rather scary event.
But frantic screams made him snap back to reality, turning to see what was going on. He could see two familiar people talking frantically to neighbours, before a sense of horror washed over him. They were the parents of a classmate, but his classmate was nowhere to be seen! It dawned on him suddenly what was going on, and without a second thought he began to run forwards. Ignoring the yells to come back, he shielded his face and ran into the burning building.
The smoke was thicker here, and he could barely see in front of him. Sweat poured down his face as the heat struck him, intense and seeming to make everything around him warp and distort. Coughing violently, his face was filthy with smoke and ash in seconds. Yet he battled on, broken glass and other things cutting into his bare feet. Up the stairs he went, feeling his way through with a hand on the wall.
Encountering a closed door, the male booted it open with surprising strength for someone of his thin build. Laying on her bed unconscious was his classmate. Battling his way over, horror struck him once more. Leaning over, he could see her chest rise and fall slowly, and he knew she was still alive. Scooping her up bridal style, the male made his way back through the flames and smoke, despite knowing they could both die. A sudden burst of flames shot forth, and he turned to shield her. They licked his back and burnt the shirt he wore, catching his skin but thankfully not setting him alight. Pain raced across his body but he kept on going still.
Stumbling outside, he fell to his knees at the end of the garden path, as far from the fire as he could get with her. His hand wiped dirt from her face as he started to check her over before paramedics and firefighters swarmed around the duo. He coughed violently again, before he was sick. Ash and dirt were in his nose and mouth, and he was filthy. He was in pain too, his feet bleeding, with burns and blisters already forming on his back and his arms.
//So, classmate x classmate. I figured she's either more popular than he is, and she bullied him quite badly. The fire was started by someone else in their class, the identity of who will be revealed later on.
Now, I think it'd be interesting if she had only suffered smoke inhalation, as opposed to him both breathing in smoke and suffering burns and other injuries from protecting her. This way, I figured she'd be out of hospital first but still come to see him daily while he is there.
Eventually Robert would be allowed out, with her and her staying with him whilst her parents stay somewhere else. The reason for this is simple. If she wants to pay him back for saving her, it would mean she could help him with treating his burns and the like, as he still needs some aftercare. He'd refuse initially, but relent.
Obviously romance would be a part of this.
"I Love You, I Promise"
"<Name>?!"
Edward stood in the doorway leading into his best friend's dorm room, his mouth open as he gazed at her. He had never seen her in less than a hoodie and jeans, so to see how frail and tiny she was scared him. She was horribly thin, and his heart broke to see the one he loved so.. so.. Edward couldn't even find the words to describe how he felt seeing her like this.
He closed the door to the dorm behind him, placing down the box he'd brought in with him. Instead he moved straight over to her, ignoring that she was only in her underwear and pulled her into his arms in a protective embrace. His hands, soft and gentle, rested on her shoulders after a moment as he looked her in the eyes and spoke one more, two simple words which shook with the tears and emotions he was holding back.
"Oh, sweetie.." He'd always called her that. It was his name for her, and had been as long as they had been friends. It started through a mistake, as he'd heard a teacher call her that and genuinely thought it was her name. They were ten at the time, and it'd been a running joke for weeks after that became an affectionate and well meaning nickname for her.
"I.. I didn't think.." He couldn't find the words. She'd always been thin, but he didn't think she was this thin. At the same time, he was internally chastising himself. 6 years they'd been friends, and he had never seen the signs. He felt he'd let her down, let her suffer and struggle on her own. His hand gently rubbed her back, and he sat on the bed silently pulling her close.
//So, this will deal with dark and mature themes. Your character has an eating disorder, which she has struggled with for over a decade at this point. I figured her past and home life were never the best, as well as being bullied in school.
However, the one spark of genuine light would be Edward. Until he met her, he didn't speak a word to anyone. She was the one person he first spoke to, and he owes her the world for helping him be confident despite his severe stammering.
As such, I figured he's the only person she lets even come close to her without trying to step back. Obviously she has personal space, but I kinda figured she lets Edward be close as he wants because she knows he would never, ever harm her.
Edward speaks with a severe stutter, which isn't typed out in this starter. This is because each word is struggled with, and to type it out would lengthen the post too much to be readable.
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The Flames of Love
Thick, black smoke billowed out of the house on the corner of Arch Road, as red, orange and yellow flames seemed to almost in the midnight sky bathing everything around in a hellish glow.
Robert "Robby" Peters had been asleep when the first shout awoke him, combined with frantic and loud banging upon his front door. Someone was going around waking everyone up, telling them to clear their own homes in case the fire were to spread. Grabbing a t-shirt and jeans on his way out, dressing frantically, the brunette male had followed everyone to a somewhat safe distance away. The burning house looked eerie, almost like something from a movie set. His eyes were fixated on the scene before him, unable to tear himself away from the rather scary event.
But frantic screams made him snap back to reality, turning to see what was going on. He could see two familiar people talking frantically to neighbours, before a sense of horror washed over him. They were the parents of a classmate, but his classmate was nowhere to be seen! It dawned on him suddenly what was going on, and without a second thought he began to run forwards. Ignoring the yells to come back, he shielded his face and ran into the burning building.
The smoke was thicker here, and he could barely see in front of him. Sweat poured down his face as the heat struck him, intense and seeming to make everything around him warp and distort. Coughing violently, his face was filthy with smoke and ash in seconds. Yet he battled on, broken glass and other things cutting into his bare feet. Up the stairs he went, feeling his way through with a hand on the wall.
Encountering a closed door, the male booted it open with surprising strength for someone of his thin build. Laying on her bed unconscious was his classmate. Battling his way over, horror struck him once more. Leaning over, he could see her chest rise and fall slowly, and he knew she was still alive. Scooping her up bridal style, the male made his way back through the flames and smoke, despite knowing they could both die. A sudden burst of flames shot forth, and he turned to shield her. They licked his back and burnt the shirt he wore, catching his skin but thankfully not setting him alight. Pain raced across his body but he kept on going still.
Stumbling outside, he fell to his knees at the end of the garden path, as far from the fire as he could get with her. His hand wiped dirt from her face as he started to check her over before paramedics and firefighters swarmed around the duo. He coughed violently again, before he was sick. Ash and dirt were in his nose and mouth, and he was filthy. He was in pain too, his feet bleeding, with burns and blisters already forming on his back and his arms.
//So, classmate x classmate. I figured she's either more popular than he is, and she bullied him quite badly. The fire was started by someone else in their class, the identity of who will be revealed later on.
Now, I think it'd be interesting if she had only suffered smoke inhalation, as opposed to him both breathing in smoke and suffering burns and other injuries from protecting her. This way, I figured she'd be out of hospital first but still come to see him daily while he is there.
Eventually Robert would be allowed out, with her and her staying with him whilst her parents stay somewhere else. The reason for this is simple. If she wants to pay him back for saving her, it would mean she could help him with treating his burns and the like, as he still needs some aftercare. He'd refuse initially, but relent.
Obviously romance would be a part of this.
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