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STATUS: Hey, all! I will be away on a week-long camping trip from 8/7 to 8/13 and won't be able to respond to RP during that time. I will send replies as soon as I return. Happy summer! 7 yrs ago
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Hey, all! I will be away on a week-long camping trip from 8/7 to 8/13 and won't be able to respond to RP during that time. I will send replies as soon as I return. Happy summer!
7 yrs ago
Sorry for my disappearance! Out of town for a couple days; thought I'd have internet but I thought wrong. Will post as soon as I can!
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7 yrs ago
That feel-good feeling when you catch up on RPs. For everyone currently writing with me; thank you for your patience. You're all wonderful :)
7 yrs ago
I finally put something in the bio section of this thing! I even made it pretty, ooooh!
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7 yrs ago
RP'd with me, been gone for a while, and wanting to start something up again? Don't be shy; I'm active!
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Why, Hello There!
Welcome to my nifty little hovel! *bows* Who you'll find here is an aspiring writer with over 15 years of various RP experience. I prefer plot-driven fantasy and/or supernatural RPs with a romantic twist. I write from the mid-casual to high-advanced levels and am fairly open-minded when it comes to mature content. I am always looking for new RP partners, so if any of this sounds interesting to you, don't be shy!
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What I Look For in an RP Partner
◊ You must be *this tall* to write with me. Please be over 18.
◊ One liners are the devil. Though I prefer literate quality over quantity (especially when it comes to dialogue), if you're the type that practically writes a novel per post, I'll love you forever. If you can only crank out a couple of paragraphs but they engage me, I'll be just as excited. All I ask is a touch of effort.
◊ Get your chit chat on. I like to make friends with my RP partners, so if you're the type that loves OOC chat, by all means yammer away! I also LOVE discussing the RP, so please please please don't hesitate to speak your mind if you're bored, stuck, have an idea, or just want to be silly in OOC with your characters. I am remarkably flexible and would rather rewrite scenes and/or scrap weeks/months of RP for something new than watch one die due to lack of communication.
◊ Leave you slice-of-life, fluff, and tavern RP at the door. I have nothing against these things--in fact I expect any and all of these things in my RP and then some because that's the stuff of developing character relationships. However, I need more--conflict, a purpose, a goal, some sort of basic storytelling device to keep the RP going. Essentially, I need direction through plot; I get lost and anxious if all our characters ever do is talk.
◊ Own your flakiness. We've all done it--ditched an RP without a word. It happens. I understand. But please tell me if you're just not feeling it or if you need to take a break for any reason. I am incredibly patient and have picked RPs back up that have been under hiatus for months and even years. Thus, your absence would be just that--absence. If you are someone that has suddenly ditched without a word and want to return, hit me up! I promise I won't gripe or fuss; I'm just happy to RP.
Get it--got it--good! If I haven't scared you away by this point, please drop me a PM! Even if you don't have a specific idea in mind, I am more than happy to help you brainstorm something awesome.
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My Roleplays
Thread RP
◊ Rising Winds and Shifting Sands (Active) with Nemaisare
◊ Underneath (Active) with Nemaisare
◊ The Lost Princess (Inactive) with Aelin
◊ Crimson Moons (Inactive) with Love Dove
◊ Vanish Into Light (Inactive) with El Taco Taco
◊ The Empress of the Underground (Inactive) with mamagermany
◊ A Journey for Peace (Inactive) with Arrayah
PM RP Partners
◊ CoyoteLovely
◊ Light the Dark
◊ Burning Daisies
◊ Hellish Hin
◊ Jinny
NOTE: Avatar artwork is NOT mine (I wish it was)! It is Thorns by Candra. Used without permission.
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Man... I'm having a hard time transitioning from one scene to the next... I don't know how to end this scene! Gah! Should I do it anyway, or do you want to squeeze another response in first?
hehe, gotcha...
And oddly, I didn't see that one coming! *rubs hands together eagerly*
I've got the opening of the next post already written, so now I just have to respond to this as well, mwahaha... it'll more than make up for my last post :)
And oddly, I didn't see that one coming! *rubs hands together eagerly*
I've got the opening of the next post already written, so now I just have to respond to this as well, mwahaha... it'll more than make up for my last post :)
Bah. Sorry for such a long wait for such a short post. Homework is done now, though. Freeeeedoooooooom!
I was going to do both closing scene and opening scene but decided it would be fair to give you a chance to respond to Ostus's apprehensions first. I'll start the new scene after your post :)
I was going to do both closing scene and opening scene but decided it would be fair to give you a chance to respond to Ostus's apprehensions first. I'll start the new scene after your post :)
They danced like this for a while, Ostus merely enjoying being near Kiara. It was strange how comforting silence could be so long as it was shared with someone that did not find it uncomfortable. He closed his eyes, wanting to focus on the feel of Kiara's body beneath his hands, the tickle of her breath against his shoulder, the salty sent of her hair. Would their paths have ever crossed if she wasn't a princess? Would they get along better if they were on more equal terms? For someone that hated him, she certainly was getting quite cuddly, but he didn't care.
That was one thing he couldn't understand. Was he falling in love with her? How could that be when they fought half the time and didn't talk to each other the rest of the time? Perhaps he was merely in love with dancing with her. He had never known love before, felt himself the type that would never settle down, yet he hated the idea of leaving Kiara tomorrow. What if her husband-to-be treated her like shit? What if she came to hate her new life? He needed to be there, to protect her, to give her a shoulder to cry on or a body to dance with, just like this...
He brought a hand up to cup the side of her face, dipping his head down to rest his forehead against hers. He had the sudden desire to kiss her. It was wrong, against the contract, but if he should never see her again, he at least wanted to know the sensation of her lips against his...
... yet he knew if he kissed her, it would be his undoing. He would never be able to leave her, and if he did, it would tear him up inside. It was that reason alone that gave him pause, that opened his eyes, that made him exhale. "I'm sorry," he whispered, slowly sliding his hand away. "I keep doing this, I keep crossing lines with you." He shook his head, took a few steps back, then began to walk towards the tent without another word.
That was one thing he couldn't understand. Was he falling in love with her? How could that be when they fought half the time and didn't talk to each other the rest of the time? Perhaps he was merely in love with dancing with her. He had never known love before, felt himself the type that would never settle down, yet he hated the idea of leaving Kiara tomorrow. What if her husband-to-be treated her like shit? What if she came to hate her new life? He needed to be there, to protect her, to give her a shoulder to cry on or a body to dance with, just like this...
He brought a hand up to cup the side of her face, dipping his head down to rest his forehead against hers. He had the sudden desire to kiss her. It was wrong, against the contract, but if he should never see her again, he at least wanted to know the sensation of her lips against his...
... yet he knew if he kissed her, it would be his undoing. He would never be able to leave her, and if he did, it would tear him up inside. It was that reason alone that gave him pause, that opened his eyes, that made him exhale. "I'm sorry," he whispered, slowly sliding his hand away. "I keep doing this, I keep crossing lines with you." He shook his head, took a few steps back, then began to walk towards the tent without another word.
I'm gonna do both, actually, haha!
No, they won't be doing it :p Waaaay too soon for any of that. The introspection will be simple and it'll be sappy and it'll be mushy and it'll be glorious, lol.
Gotta finish up this homework, though, so it'll be a little bit before I respond.
No, they won't be doing it :p Waaaay too soon for any of that. The introspection will be simple and it'll be sappy and it'll be mushy and it'll be glorious, lol.
Gotta finish up this homework, though, so it'll be a little bit before I respond.
Ostus watched as Kiara stepped closer to the fire, humming slow tune to herself. Her body began to sway to the melody; his gaze followed her every move in spite of himself. The princess surely knew how to dance; he loved simply watching her.
He raised both eyebrows in surprise when she held out her hands, extending her offer to him. It was one thing to dance with Kiara to an upbeat tune in the presence of others doing the same thing. It was quite another dancing along with her to a slower song. It was the sort of thing that couples in love did, or so he surmised, so why in the heavens would she choose to do such a thing with him?
If he was smart, if he was wise, he'd decline the offer. He had no business dancing with the betrothed princess of Astora. Tomorrow she would meet her future husband. Soon, the two would wed. And, if the stars aligned and the pair actually got along, he would be the one slow-dancing with Kiara under the stars, enjoying the sight of her swaying body and the soothing song of her voice.
Yet Ostus could not turn away, could not say no. Instead, his expression softened as he walked towards her, reaching out to take her hands in his.
He pulled Kiara close to him -- as close as he dared, as close as was necessary, which was probably too close. He dared to rest his hands on her hips, just as he had that enchanting night at the caravan, and began to sway with her. He was even so bold as to gaze into those eyes, eyes he'd probably never see again.
He would leave tomorrow, but tonight Ostus was here, with Kiara. He told himself that he was merely doing what she wanted to do, nothing more, that he wasn't forcing her or tricking her in doing anything else. Besides, it was just dancing, nothing more. He had done far more with women he had just met; why was this such a big deal?
He allowed himself to relax, to simply enjoy himself with her. After all they've been through, they both deserved this.
He raised both eyebrows in surprise when she held out her hands, extending her offer to him. It was one thing to dance with Kiara to an upbeat tune in the presence of others doing the same thing. It was quite another dancing along with her to a slower song. It was the sort of thing that couples in love did, or so he surmised, so why in the heavens would she choose to do such a thing with him?
If he was smart, if he was wise, he'd decline the offer. He had no business dancing with the betrothed princess of Astora. Tomorrow she would meet her future husband. Soon, the two would wed. And, if the stars aligned and the pair actually got along, he would be the one slow-dancing with Kiara under the stars, enjoying the sight of her swaying body and the soothing song of her voice.
Yet Ostus could not turn away, could not say no. Instead, his expression softened as he walked towards her, reaching out to take her hands in his.
He pulled Kiara close to him -- as close as he dared, as close as was necessary, which was probably too close. He dared to rest his hands on her hips, just as he had that enchanting night at the caravan, and began to sway with her. He was even so bold as to gaze into those eyes, eyes he'd probably never see again.
He would leave tomorrow, but tonight Ostus was here, with Kiara. He told himself that he was merely doing what she wanted to do, nothing more, that he wasn't forcing her or tricking her in doing anything else. Besides, it was just dancing, nothing more. He had done far more with women he had just met; why was this such a big deal?
He allowed himself to relax, to simply enjoy himself with her. After all they've been through, they both deserved this.
Possibly dumb question: What is it about Kiara's hair that she has to hide it? Reading the description on Berinike, they are darker-skinned but it mentioned nothing about the hair. I'm assuming red-heads are not a common sight to see around there.
Ostus wasn't sure whether or not he liked Berinike. The people were surprisingly pleasant, once he had grabbed a hat to cover the pointed tips of his ears. In Astora, Ostus always felt huge, even compared to humans. Here, if the men were not made of muscle, they were sly and quick on their feet. For the first time in his life, Ostus felt normal here -- at least with first glance. And the women... though many were stocky like some of the men, Ostus had caught himself more than once turning his head to get a better look at a few with accentuated... assets.
It was the fluctuating weather that bothered Ostus. It almost seemed like one moment it would rain and in the next moment, the sun would be shining and the smothering humidity would hang in the air in full force. How could people live like this? He felt more sorry for Kiara, who would have to put up with this weather.
Kiara. He glanced at her, noting her sad expression, and assumed she was scared to face her future husband tomorrow. On that same day, he would leave her. He was not looking forward to the trip back. It would be long and dull, full of regrets about what he should have done while he still had time to spend with Kiara, how different things could have been between them if only...
"So," he murmured quietly, "what do you want to do on your last night of camping? I could find someone that sells booze or we can cook up the last of our rations for a feast. I haven't the slightest clue how to play an instrument, but I can bang on something and sing, make your ears bleed." He smiled softly at the joke, determined to make light of the situation. "Tomorrow, we will enjoy a hot meal prepared by someone else, sleep in soft beds, and take hot baths. Looking forward to that."
It was the fluctuating weather that bothered Ostus. It almost seemed like one moment it would rain and in the next moment, the sun would be shining and the smothering humidity would hang in the air in full force. How could people live like this? He felt more sorry for Kiara, who would have to put up with this weather.
Kiara. He glanced at her, noting her sad expression, and assumed she was scared to face her future husband tomorrow. On that same day, he would leave her. He was not looking forward to the trip back. It would be long and dull, full of regrets about what he should have done while he still had time to spend with Kiara, how different things could have been between them if only...
"So," he murmured quietly, "what do you want to do on your last night of camping? I could find someone that sells booze or we can cook up the last of our rations for a feast. I haven't the slightest clue how to play an instrument, but I can bang on something and sing, make your ears bleed." He smiled softly at the joke, determined to make light of the situation. "Tomorrow, we will enjoy a hot meal prepared by someone else, sleep in soft beds, and take hot baths. Looking forward to that."
Nah, probably me and my laziness not to look it up :p
But I now know for next time, hehe
But I now know for next time, hehe
Luckily! :p
Man... I wanted Ostus to ask her about that scar, but we gotta push the story along. Next time...
Man... I wanted Ostus to ask her about that scar, but we gotta push the story along. Next time...
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