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* Roleplaying exclusively via PMs these days.

About Me

I usually write about 3-5 paragraphs, but I'll more often match how much/little my partner writes.
I like depth and description, but I want to balance that with moving the story along, so I try not to go overboard.

I aim to post every couple of days, but definitely at least once a week.

I prefer writing for the male role in romance, and I am open to MxF, MxM, MxNB pairings

I'm happy to add secondary characters of any gender!

I would like my partner and our OCs to be well over 18. I'm past 25, so writing with or about anyone younger than that is off the table these days. Thank you for understanding!

Under NO circumstances do I want to be involved in stories involving incest, rape, lots of intense drug/alcohol abuse, or excessive violence/gore. Please do not ask.

Genres
- Romance is lovely! I would prefer an RP includes it in some capacity
- Fantasy (either modern or other-world) is welcome!
- Sci-fi is welcome as long as I don't have to know any real science (just going off of ~vibes~ is my jam)
- Supernatural/Urban fantasy is welcome!
- Slice-of-Life of any genre or style is welcome!
- I'm not keen on fandom RPs or historically accurate RPs, I'm sorry. I get overwhelmed trying to keep track of and implement all the details and specifics.

Pairings/Plots
(Coming Soon to a Bio Near You)

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As a head's up, partner, I will be gone Tuesday through Friday. :( But I will likely return in full force on Saturday, so I will see you then~
"Excuse--" Asbel snapped his mouth shut in sudden embarrassment and turned as pink as Frey, if for different reasons. "You've never been nice before -- what was I supposed to think?" he retorted. If Frey really had been making an attempt to be sociable -- and in hindsight, Asbel felt inclined to believe this was so -- then the phoenix may have ruined the only chance he had of being not-enemies with the hated prince. But the prince was back so quickly to being sharp that Asbel could not help but bristle in response.

"It takes more than one nice word to make you trustworthy." With that final word on the matter, the phoenix let go of Frey's harness and rested his hands on the saddle instead, even if that made the ride more tumultuous than pleasant.

Augustine, meanwhile, had learned to brush off Frey's spitfire responses. The words still stung like barbs, but they were not so sharp as to make him cry as they had when they were younger. Besides, Frey had not matured even as Augustine had, and the elder prince found that easy grounds for dismissing Frey's insults as meaningless tantrums.

The storm clouds, anyway, were far more concerning, and the general watched, brow furrowed, as they loomed closer. "Descend, Cassius," he ordered, touching a hand to the side of the dragon's neck in soft concern. "We don't want you hit."

The dragon rumbled in response and rolled forward in a steep dive -- and despite himself, Asbel yelped and caught again the back of Frey's harness as the earth tilted beneath them and rose far too fast.
So many impending warm and fuzzies!! And you're pretty cool yourself, I do say. <3 <3

Alas, I have to go to bed now, though. I'll try to be on again tomorrow night (no guarantees, though, I'm afraid). Have a wonderful night!
Asbel almost didn't believe the words that floated back to him, and he stared with outright confusion at the back of Frey's head. Well-wishing? From Frey? What trick was this?

Suspecting that the momentary kindness was quickly to be followed by some cruel prank, the phoenix maintained an unblinking stare even as the prince turned around to stare likewise. The prince's face seemed flushed, either from the weather or the lingering embarrassment of the accident, and Asbel's non-existent feathers ruffled under the observation. He almost preferred Frey's antagonism -- at least that made sense and was, in some ways, predictable. Kindness and such an open expression... Asbel had never seen Frey look so like his older brothers, and the shift set the hair on the back of his neck on end.

"Stop that," he ordered, forgetting for a moment that he spoke to a member of the royal family.

Augustine, finally realizing that his two younger companions were oddly still and silent, hazarded a glance over his shoulder. "Everything alright back there?" he called, frowning in preemptive disapproval. "Don't tell me you're fighting already."
Lol I'm fine with it, cross my heart. I think those scenes can be very cute and sweet at the best of times, and I wouldn't want to miss that. And me, too -- I'm glad we're on the same page!
Lol, Asbel's getting off without any drama, lucky boy. I think Frey has enough angst for the both of them though, poor baby.

And I'm the sort to go to PMs, but whatever you are comfortable with, even if it's fade to black or not touched on at all, we can do, of course. What's your preference?
Yessssss! Although that would be much further down the road, yes. There's plenty to sort out before we consider brutally ripping them apart like that, ha ha ha.
Though Frey was well-behaved for the first part of the ride, Asbel had no awareness of the prince beyond the steadiness of the young man that served as his anchor to the dragon. Asbel could, of course, have used the saddle, but a human body seemed more reliable than any amalgamation of leather and metal, and even Frey, most likely, wouldn't be so unwise as to hurl himself down to the ground far, far below.

Cassius dipped, and Asbel closed his eyes against the wind. He should have thought to tie his hair back: he could feel the gale tearing through it, surely tangling it beyond repair, and (vain though it was) he prayed he would be able to tame it before anyone noticed--

A yelp cut through the roar of the wind and a sudden weight slammed into Asbel's chest. As instinctive as any other person in his position, the phoenix wrapped his arms around the prince's waist to hold him steady. He caught the prince's gaze, momentarily as surprised by the accident as by his own reaction to it. And at Frey's unguarded expression, the phoenix suddenly felt as embarrassed as the prince. Two things struck him at once:

First, that there was more to Frey than he had first thought. The prince was shocked -- sheepish -- utterly human. Somewhere behind the hatred and the directionless rage, Frey was a human being.

Second, that this was a side of the prince he was not supposed to see. Gingerly, as if the prince were made of glass, Asbel slid his grasp away from Frey's waist and eased him back into his own seat on the saddle. "Are you alright?" he asked, almost too softly to be heard over the wind, and preparing already for what would surely be the prince's rude reply.
Oh gosh that's really cute. ;-; We should almost play with that at some point -- like, Asbel would be reborn if he were killed, of course, but he wouldn't remember who Frey was if that happened -- and that would be downright awful if they have to navigate so many trust issues to begin with.
I think you're right, yeah. Frey seems like he might be fiercely protective of anyone he likes, and Asbel will be loads more patient with him and kind towards him once he understands what's going on. :)
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