kindaemissary
black water lillies
Hello!
I am currently looking for partners to help me satisfy my recent writing crave!
Below this will be a compilation of my interests! Pairings, plot bubbles, song ideas, and maybe even a fandom idea or two. Read on!
PM me if you're interested. I won't answer to posts on this thread.
I am currently looking for partners to help me satisfy my recent writing crave!
- I write in 3rd person, past - can write present if needed
- I prefer to write men as primary characters, will write women and/or non-binary characters secondarily
- I prefer writing MxM but that is not a requirement
- I don't care for much fantasy revolving humanoid creatures, but could be interested in a Game of Thrones like fantasy world where beasts live alongside humans
- I will write anywhere from 5 paragraphs to 20 per post, but it depends on interest and what my partner's putting out
- I prefer to write in thread but am flexible
- 18+
- I'm looking for a literate, detailed roleplayer
to me, that means either long paragraphs or many short paragraphs, nothing ten lines or less per post (I'd prefer longer, but eh), and being able to create a scene instead of just dialogue
other things I'm looking for:
- developed characters
- lighthearted conversation OOC
- mature writing style (with this, I'm just reiterating what's already up there)
5:13 PM
Wesley swore he felt his skin press back against his face as Eden hit the gas and headed away from the house as fast as mechanically possible. He gripped onto the door handle tight as if the hold would save him if they got into some kind of dire situation. He treated it as a lifeline and continued to breathe heavily until he got his respiratory system under control. The natural air was another added thing that didn't seem to help their predicament. With living inside and underground for so long, neither of them were accustomed to harsh weather conditions or allergies or, more prevalent, the cold. Sure, the air was cold and frigid back in NWC, but that was a different kind of cold.
That kind of cold didn't freeze fingertips and leave bodies incapable of function.
The heat was helping them more than Wes thought it would. The change was gradual, but now the air pumping from the vents was hot and dry and perfect. Their clothes were both wet from the snow, but the warmth would help more than either of them would be able to comprehend.
He looked over towards Eden when the other turned towards him. He didn't have a clue where the could go that would be safe, but they'd have to figure it out. Any place would be better than driving in a car, he figured. Especially a car that would be out of gas sooner or later. "We could head into town," he said. "Stay on the main roads now that we have a car. If anyone was following us, they probably won't do anything if there's other people around."
Wes wished he could believe what he was telling Eden. His parents would go to every length to get both of them back to the facility as easily and quickly as possible. Science was the most important thing now, and since both of them had gone through all the levels of testing, there was a high chance that Wesley wasn't the only person in the car genetically altered. NWC would be after them until they were either dead or so off the radar that it wasn't worth it anymore.
You're an idiot, Wesley thought to himself. He looked out the windshield, grimaced, and dug his left hand into his thigh. You thought you could just escape everything and nothing would go wrong? You knew that this was going to happen and that you were risking your life. If you get back there, you're never going to get the chance to do anything ever again. Talk about a life sentence.
It was hard to stay positive when his entire world was crumbling around him, but he needed to do something. He didn't know what he was looking for, but he opened the glove compartment and only found car manuals and old receipts. The sunvisor was empty except for a mirror, and god did Wesley look flushed. He brought his hand to his cheek and ran it down his face. His eyes were a tad bloodshot and he was pale as a fucking ghost. The heat was helping, but he still had a blue tint to his skin from the snow.
He reached behind him and searched the pockets behind the his and Eden's seat, and found a crumpled up and thick packet of paper in the pocket of his own. He unfolded the pages and laid it across his lap and stared down at a map of Hacia. He had seen maps here and there back at NWC, but he had never gotten the chance to look at one for an extended period of time. "This will come of use," he said, and he folded it back up and shoved it down into his shirt. Since Eden was driving and Wesley knew practically nothing about the country, it wouldn't help them just yet.
5:32 PM
A couple signs came up on the right side of the road, but what caught his eye was the words "Wells - 4". They were close to something, and by the signs that followed there were restaurants, hotels, and gas stations, so there was bound to be somewhere for them to figure out their game plan.
"Four kilometers," Wes said, and he looked over his left shoulder to Eden. "Make a right when it gives you the sign for Wells. We can collect ourselves there. Maybe find some clothes. Some food. We can't keep running without a break."
Even from just the side of his face, Wesley could tell that Eden was as stressed or more stressed than he was about everything that was happening. The entire thing was a joke, really. They were free, in a sense, but how free were they really if that had to keep running for their entire lives?
Not that free after all.
If Nicolas had to admit to having any sort of fault, it was becoming more and more obvious that "selectively negligent" could be at the top of that mountainous list. In class, he only heard his name half of the time it was called and normally left his friends hanging mid-conversation when he got distracted by something else. Sometimes he up and left study groups or parties without realizing that they were yelling out after him, and sometimes he forgot to watch for a light change on the highway only to get a horn blaring from behind him until he drove on. Maybe it was because he had on his plate - parents splitting up, academic stress, the addition of extra work hours, Victor - but he had to wonder if he was just losing it. Some nights he went without a single hour of sleep only to do the exact same routine the next day. He tried taking some insomnia over-the-counter shit, but that didn't do much. At least it didn't for him. So yeah, it was getting easier to become slightly oblivious. Maybe more than slightly.
He should have noticed Victor the moment the other man entered the building. He should have sensed him. Nicolas knew that it was stupid to think that he should have noticed right away. He was listening to music, head down and facing the other way. His mind was focused on anything but the older man, but that didn't make him feel better. The realization that he let Victor creep right back into his life was gnawing at him from within, chewing at his mind like a starving man.
He hated admitting that he didn't notice Victor until he made physical contact more than Nicolas hated anything else. The touch sent a jolt through his entire body, and it would have if anyone had approached him from behind. He wasn't going to confess that the shock was due to Victor. It wasn't true. If another person had been sitting at this same table and a person leaned on them, touched them, they'd probably be just as jumpy.
Nicolas jerked his toros away and ripped the earbuds out of his ears, forcing Victor off of him. "What the fuck," he gaped, anger deep in his eyes. A few patrons had glanced over to the two of them and stared before going back to their business yet again. Nicolas panted for a moment and resisted the urge to slap Victor across the face. "What are you doing here?" he whispered, voice sharp. "Don't you have an errand to run or somethin'? Or another body to bring to Marcus?"
He huffed and slammed his laptop shut. Sure, it had been just over a month but Nicolas was hoping for more. "That's what he does right?" he pressed. "You're probably too chicken shit to actually do any of the dirty work yourself, am I right? You probably just pick a body off the street and send it over. If not, then what else were those tools for? Excavators, tweezers, chisels. Don't tell me he's running an animal hospital or somethin'."
Everything had tried to ignore for the last so many days - who was he kidding, it had been exactly thirty-two - came rushing back in waves. The fear and underlying anticipation from their last episode sprouted up, and he recoiled his shoulders in some semblance of a delayed reaction.
"And shut up," he spoke again, torso toward Victor and an accusatory finger pointed at him stupid face. "I bet you know less about Greenland than I do. It's been decades since you've probably taken a class, but I'll have you know that there's no reason for what professors teach us. They're all a little crazy. Kinda like you."
Nicolas reached down and pulled his backpack towards him and shoved his computer down along the backside. "But if you're only here to fuck with me I'm just gonna head out," he snapped. "'Cause I really don't need this right now, okay? I have enough real stuff goin' on in my life to deal with your shit."
Below this will be a compilation of my interests! Pairings, plot bubbles, song ideas, and maybe even a fandom idea or two. Read on!
PM me if you're interested. I won't answer to posts on this thread.
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