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Hello Hello!!

I'm here on weekends to put aside adulting and get a little more story in my life.

Adventure, well developed characters, stories that can take years to write, with lots of back and forth between us, that is how I role-play. I fall into the casual category when it comes to post length.

No Smut.

I also exclude frequent foul language, horrific gore, and mature romantic content.

I firmly believe that stuff is unnecessary. Let's keep the fight scenes PG-13 at worst. I write no worse than I read, my favorite books being Lord of the Rings, Pride and Prejudice, and Sherlock Holmes.

I'm always in the mood for not modern. I love steampunk, medieval curses, fantasy adventures or a nice spaceship.

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The room was not recently used, but had been maintained by the staff, while there still had been staff. Andrew had never paid much attention to this matter, he just knew it was better than sleeping on the couch, in chains. He cleared his throat, "I expect you will find whatever you need for the night. I hope you're a little more... Much more comfortable tonight." And letting her go he moved to close the door, he thought he'd still lock her in, she was still a hunter after all. He'd lock his own door too, just to be safe.
Now he wasn't sure. He hung back by the opposite side of the stairwell. She didn't want his help, but she could certainly use it. And his patience was not sufficient to wait any longer. He wrapped an arm around her back and reached for her hand that didn't have the wall for support, he'd pull her up if he had to.
"I guess we should find you a room then." He tried not to look like his hovering about was impatience. Moving next to her chair he held out a hand with his most gentlemanly manner in case she wanted help standing and climbing up two flights of stairs.
Eventually he looked at her and saw she'd finished eating. He leaned back against the counter, casually crossing his arms across his chest. Though he couldn't be sure from this distance that she was still awake.

"I've got a proposal to make, I'll make food for you, and you can have a spare bedroom to yourself, and all the while have me under strict supervision. This means I won't leave the castle unless you're with me, or watching me from a window. That way you can be sure I'm NOT killing anyone.

In a couple days we can sneak down to the village and you can testify that I am not the problem. You will be able to get onto finding the actual killer, (and no doubt you'll succeed nourished by my excellent cooking.)

Additionally, the town will not be terrified of me any longer so I can shop there freely. You won't have my innocent death on your conscience and best of all, I won't be dead. What do you say?

Let me live?"
With Angel eating Andrew absentmindedly did the same, munching on vegietables as he looked out the window. It was going to be a beautiful night with all the lightning those storm clouds promised. He even picked up his fork and ate the rest of his meal. He'd need strength when the hunter had regained some of hers.

When he'd finished he went to the counter and washed his plate, and fork and put them away. He'd do the same with her's eventually. And then he'd be able to talk again.
Of course she didn't, that would be too easy. Nothing came easy since he's been cursed. He watched her take the apple. That was a good sign. Part of him wanted to propose a bargain, but if he made her any more angry she might not eat. He had to keep his mouth shut while she ate.

So he sat and stared at the window on the other side of the room. She was so determined to get the apple...maybe he'd had it backwards. Maybe he should be asking how someone in such a pitiful state could be so strong.
This was so wrong. How could someone so strong be in such a pitiful state. He put down his fork, he'd lost his appetite.

"Is your family nearby? Anyone I could send you to for help?" He had genuine concern on his face.
Stumbling away from the table and throwing a glare at Angel over his shoulder, Andrew went to the counter. He kept an eye on her as he worked. He made up two plates of chicken, assorted vegetables in the side, a slice of bread and butter, some very good cheese, and an apple. He set one near Angel and sat down across from her.
"I don't mind if you don't want it. I'll eat it quite happily myself. But I don't know how your going to kill me without eating anything first."
Andrew had to slow down to make sure they stayed balanced. He suposed being feisty meant she still had some life left in her.

Finally downstairs he hooked the leg of a chair with his toe and pulled it out from the small table. He eased her toward the seat.
"I know, I'm a horrible forest creature. You've said it all before." His soothing voice hardly echoed in the stairwell as he carefully led her down to the kitchen.
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