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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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If you want to interrupt the lecture at any point feel free! I'll edit it to cut him off wherever you say.
Andrews voice exploded into a lecture "To help those people! Someone out there, like me, isn't controlling themselves and people are suffering for it! These people need help! Who's going to help them? Me? No one will have anything to do with me! I can go roaming the woods looking for a murderer, but anyone that finds me is going to try and kill me. And I deserve it. But I'd rather just live an isolated little life knowing everyone around is safe. But they're not, and you can actually help them. Isn't that what you wanted? To-"
Andrew stared at her and he had a sinking feeling she wasn't exaggerating. He sat down at the foot of the bed and folded his hands in his lap. What do you say to something like that he wondered.

"Why?"
"I don't kill people. I need you to understand that." He said bending at the waist to lean his head down to eye level with her. "I am going to live, and so is everyone else if I have anything to do with it."
Andrew scratched his elbow. Now that she questioned it, he supposed this wasn't directly connected to preserving his life. She could sleep on the floor and still learn he was innocent, not out killing people. She could wait for breakfast to eat, and still gain strength to go find the real killer.

If he treated her like a guest, she would be more likely to be in his side. That was why he was doing this, right?

Right. No reason to consider anything else. He had his answer.

"So you know I'm not trying to kill anyone, even you. I woke you up so you could watch the Thunderstorm with me, but then you looked" he didn't say upset "hungry, so I brought you food. It's the most normal thing in the world."

She was moving so slowly. Andrew tried to be patient. He knew she didn't trust him. But if she was going to take the food anyway why didn't she just take it at once? The way she could drag out a single movement only reminded him that this was insane. To feed the person trying to kill you, to treat her like a guest was a dangerous bargain. Perhaps one day she would be taking food with one hand and raising a weapon to take his life with the other.

Andrew moved the apple closer. It would be faster if she didn't have to reach as far. He really didn't want to be around the person that wanted him dead any longer than necessary.
Andrew moved away, picked up the plate from the floor and set it beside her on the bed. The apple rolled off the plate across the bedspread but Andrew caught it under his hand before it could roll onto the floor. He moved to put it back on the plate with the remaining cookies, but thought better of it. He held it out, offering the apple to Angel if she wanted it.
Andrew tucked his left cuff into his glove. He crouched down and looped one arm around Angels back, the other under her knees. He clenched his jaw to try and hide the strain as he stood up and quickly leaned to let her down on the bed. He was relieved he hadn't made any noises while strugling to lift the weight of a full grown human.
Andrew glanced at Angel out of the corner of his eye while he ate. She did not seem to trust him. Perhaps it was just that he was still here, being in the room was a waste of his time. So when he finished his cookie he stood up to leave.

Before he could go, he remembered she hadn't ever gotten into bed. She'd been in the floor. He didn't understand this woman at all, wouldn't the bed be more comfortable? Was she really that weak, that she couldn't get up?

"May I lift you onto the bed and walk away so you can get some sleep?"
Andrew came in and sat down on the floor, putting the plate between himself and Angel. He leaned back against the bed, his arms resting across his knees. He picked up one of the cookies for himself. Gingersnaps were his favorites after all. It was one of the only sweets he bothered to make now that he was struggling to live. But there was nothing better on a dark and stormy night than something sweet.

Hopefully Angel would agree, perhaps she'd...no, why would she tell him about her nightmare. It was none of his business. He wouldn't even ask. He just sat.
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