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Name: Taylor
Pronouns: They/them
Age: Mid 20s
Relationship: Married (happily, I might add)
Time Zone: Arizona (we hate daylight savings, so it's MST year-round)
Writing History: I've been on a number of different roleplaying websites for over a decade and a half
Hobbies: Writing, fitness, driving/exploring, hiking, camping, traveling, tabletop games, anything NEW (I love trying things I've never done before)
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Format: 1x1s only. Maybe I'll try a group RP again someday, but I've never had one last longer than a few months
Posting Speed: Depending on my schedule, I can usually post at least once per week
Favorite Genres: Modern, Historical, Romance, Action/Adventure, Horror/Dark, Fantasy, Slice of Life, Dystopian, can be convinced to write some Sci-Fi
Hard 'no's: Fandoms. Sorry, but I can't maintain interest in characters/worlds I didn't build with my partner
Template: Public threads or PMs. I prefer to keep all my RPs in one place, so no emails or G-docs or the like
Rating: Comfortable with 18+ content, but it's not a necessity and I prefer not to center a plot around explicit scenes
Level: Advanced. Will consistently provide around 400-700 words per post, but can occasionally leap to 2000+
Character preference: One main character, but large side casts are greatly enjoyed. Because I write long posts, I prefer not to double
Gender preference: Male. You'll be hard pressed to convince me to play a female that isn't a background character. It's just not my forte
Romantic Relationships: MxF or MxM (currently prefer MxM)
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OOC chat: Yes please! I'm a total extrovert who loves to get to know the amazing minds behind my partners' characters
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“Exactly,” Crow winked when Penelope said they would be looking for knights instead of hiding from them. “The hunters will become the hunted, and they’d better watch out because I never miss my target.” He put his boots back on and stood up from the bed, turning around to watch Penelope do the same with a bit more trouble. He wished he could do something more to help her, but the best he could do at this point was make sure she didn’t need to get involve with his heist.
“It’s simple,” he shrugged as she asked how he planned to track down an archer. “I don’t need to do any tracking if they come to me.” He smirked mischievously. “You’re a lucky knight, love. You get to see how the infamous Crow got his name.” Shouldering his own bags, he headed for the door and held it open for her to pass through first. It wasn’t much, but he still wanted to help her when he could. Aside from his concern for her wellbeing, he also needed her to be mobile when they reached the palace, so she wouldn’t be a danger to herself.
As they walked down the road again, Crow was much quieter than usual. His green eyes swept observantly over his surroundings while he plotted how to lay his trap. Of all the differently skilled knights, archers were the most difficult to take down because they stayed far away from danger. He needed to set it up in such a way that they would either have to come out of hiding, or they wouldn’t be able to see him approach, neither of which was an easy task.
His gaze landed on a busy marketplace up ahead. There were a lot of nobles milling about, along with a few Younisian knights standing guard near the edges. He slowed to a stop as an idea formed in his head. It was risky—one wrong move, and he could end up severely injured—but what was thievery without a little gambling?
“Wait here,” Crow said to Penelope. “I’m going to cause a commotion.” He met her gaze seriously for a moment. “Don’t move until I say ‘run’—no matter what you see. Alright?”
“It’s simple,” he shrugged as she asked how he planned to track down an archer. “I don’t need to do any tracking if they come to me.” He smirked mischievously. “You’re a lucky knight, love. You get to see how the infamous Crow got his name.” Shouldering his own bags, he headed for the door and held it open for her to pass through first. It wasn’t much, but he still wanted to help her when he could. Aside from his concern for her wellbeing, he also needed her to be mobile when they reached the palace, so she wouldn’t be a danger to herself.
As they walked down the road again, Crow was much quieter than usual. His green eyes swept observantly over his surroundings while he plotted how to lay his trap. Of all the differently skilled knights, archers were the most difficult to take down because they stayed far away from danger. He needed to set it up in such a way that they would either have to come out of hiding, or they wouldn’t be able to see him approach, neither of which was an easy task.
His gaze landed on a busy marketplace up ahead. There were a lot of nobles milling about, along with a few Younisian knights standing guard near the edges. He slowed to a stop as an idea formed in his head. It was risky—one wrong move, and he could end up severely injured—but what was thievery without a little gambling?
“Wait here,” Crow said to Penelope. “I’m going to cause a commotion.” He met her gaze seriously for a moment. “Don’t move until I say ‘run’—no matter what you see. Alright?”
I love how cute they are cx
Crow is secretly a cuddler
Crow is secretly a cuddler
Crow slept soundly through the night. Between the softness of the bed and the warmth of Penelope’s body pressed up against him, he found himself in a deeper slumber than he had managed in years. So, when she stirred in the morning, it took him a while to wake up. He blinked and lifted his head groggily, letting out a long yawn.
“Morning,” he smiled tiredly at Penelope when she greeted him. Noticing that she had moved away from him when she had woken up, he shifted closer, gathering her into his arms and nestling his head against hers. “I could get used to this,” he sighed contentedly and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
Though he was still half-asleep, Crow slowly became aware that he had let his guard down completely for the first time since his mother had died. It was a nice feeling, to be so relaxed—to not have to worry about how he was perceived by Penelope. He didn’t need to put up a front with her because she had won his full trust. He could finally just be himself.
As much as he wanted to fall back asleep, he knew they needed to keep moving. After lying next to Penelope for a brief time, he forced himself to break away from her and sit up. He groaned, raising his arms over his head in a long stretch. The motion caused a deep pain in his chest, and he knew he had been bruised. However, he also knew that as sore as he felt, Penelope had to be feeling ten times worse, so he kept his mouth shut about the discomfort.
“Well, I slept great,” Crow said. He turned to her with a sly grin, “I’m ready to steal an archer’s bow today.”
“Morning,” he smiled tiredly at Penelope when she greeted him. Noticing that she had moved away from him when she had woken up, he shifted closer, gathering her into his arms and nestling his head against hers. “I could get used to this,” he sighed contentedly and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
Though he was still half-asleep, Crow slowly became aware that he had let his guard down completely for the first time since his mother had died. It was a nice feeling, to be so relaxed—to not have to worry about how he was perceived by Penelope. He didn’t need to put up a front with her because she had won his full trust. He could finally just be himself.
As much as he wanted to fall back asleep, he knew they needed to keep moving. After lying next to Penelope for a brief time, he forced himself to break away from her and sit up. He groaned, raising his arms over his head in a long stretch. The motion caused a deep pain in his chest, and he knew he had been bruised. However, he also knew that as sore as he felt, Penelope had to be feeling ten times worse, so he kept his mouth shut about the discomfort.
“Well, I slept great,” Crow said. He turned to her with a sly grin, “I’m ready to steal an archer’s bow today.”
To be fair, he's sharing a bed with a woman he's very attracted to xD
He'd have to be gay not to be a little bit turned on by that
He'd have to be gay not to be a little bit turned on by that
Crow felt the tension between them as Penelope shifted away from him. By her reaction, he knew she didn’t want to move farther with him yet, so he needed to respect her boundaries. He got ready to go to bed along with her, taking off his boots and putting out the lantern that was glowing dimly on the bedside table. He laid down and threw the blanket over himself, rolling over to face away from her.
Despite how tired he was and how much his body ached, he found that he was unable to fall asleep with her lying beside him. Even though they had technically slept next to each other one other time, it hadn’t been intentional. To knowingly sleep in the same bed as her made it difficult for him to relax. He stared at the wall on the other side of the room, trying not to think about it. However, in spite of his best efforts, he couldn’t ignore her close proximity.
He also found it uncomfortable how they were trying to stay as far away from each other as possible. They were acting like strangers who had been forced to share a bed rather than two people who claimed to love each other. He didn’t like it.
This is ridiculous, Crow huffed quietly under his breath. In a somewhat defiant move, he rolled over to face Penelope and slid his arm around her middle, pulling her close so that her back was pressed to his chest. Settling down more comfortably, he let out his breath in a long sigh and closed his eyes. He felt at ease with her in his arms and finally began to drift off to sleep.
Despite how tired he was and how much his body ached, he found that he was unable to fall asleep with her lying beside him. Even though they had technically slept next to each other one other time, it hadn’t been intentional. To knowingly sleep in the same bed as her made it difficult for him to relax. He stared at the wall on the other side of the room, trying not to think about it. However, in spite of his best efforts, he couldn’t ignore her close proximity.
He also found it uncomfortable how they were trying to stay as far away from each other as possible. They were acting like strangers who had been forced to share a bed rather than two people who claimed to love each other. He didn’t like it.
This is ridiculous, Crow huffed quietly under his breath. In a somewhat defiant move, he rolled over to face Penelope and slid his arm around her middle, pulling her close so that her back was pressed to his chest. Settling down more comfortably, he let out his breath in a long sigh and closed his eyes. He felt at ease with her in his arms and finally began to drift off to sleep.
No worries! It wasn't that long
Crow is quite obsessed with Penelope >>
Crow is quite obsessed with Penelope >>
“Yeah, well,” Crow shrugged. “He threatened a lot of different things, but I knew he wouldn’t get the chance to try. He was no match for you, darling.” He smirked at Penelope coyly. Even though he knew she felt bad about bashing the man’s head in with that rock, he was grateful she had worked up the nerve to do it. Despite his confident words, there had been a brief moment when he had been afraid the mercenary would actually take his arm off. If she had waited much longer, he very well may have done it.
He laced his fingers with hers as she sat down on the bed and took his hand. “You know me,” he offered a small smile, hoping to cheer her up. “I’m too stubborn to go down that easily.” As she leaned in, he met her lips in a kiss. He slipped his hand around her waist, drawing her slightly closer to himself before she pulled away.
Leaning his forehead against hers, he exhaled slowly, trying to calm his racing heart. “I love you too, Penelope,” he said breathily, chuckling softly at the way she winked at him. He slid his hand around her torso, resting it on her thigh. Gods, she was beautiful. He wanted to be with her so badly. We’re going to be alone all night… a devilish voice whispered in the back of his mind. It’s a perfect opportunity to—
“W-we should go to bed,” Crow cleared his throat awkwardly, averting his gaze. He withdrew his hand from her leg, dropping it into his own lap. “It’s late, and we both need to recover after what happened.”
He laced his fingers with hers as she sat down on the bed and took his hand. “You know me,” he offered a small smile, hoping to cheer her up. “I’m too stubborn to go down that easily.” As she leaned in, he met her lips in a kiss. He slipped his hand around her waist, drawing her slightly closer to himself before she pulled away.
Leaning his forehead against hers, he exhaled slowly, trying to calm his racing heart. “I love you too, Penelope,” he said breathily, chuckling softly at the way she winked at him. He slid his hand around her torso, resting it on her thigh. Gods, she was beautiful. He wanted to be with her so badly. We’re going to be alone all night… a devilish voice whispered in the back of his mind. It’s a perfect opportunity to—
“W-we should go to bed,” Crow cleared his throat awkwardly, averting his gaze. He withdrew his hand from her leg, dropping it into his own lap. “It’s late, and we both need to recover after what happened.”
She's not the only one ;3
“If you say so,” Crow shrugged. “I just wanted to make sure you know I’m alright with it if you’re not comfortable.” He admittedly felt a bit relieved that she wasn’t going to make him sleep on the floor. He hadn’t gotten beaten up nearly as badly as she had, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t in pain too. The idea of sleeping in a warm bed was much more appealing than tossing and turning on a cold, hardwood floor after such a long day. Especially since he would be next to her…
He glanced at Penelope and felt his heart beat a little bit faster. He knew he had to take things slow with her, but damn it was hard. Just because we’ll be sleeping together in the same bed doesn’t mean we’re going to sleep together, he reminded himself. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable if she wasn’t ready, and that meant not making a move to be more physical than they already were.
As they stepped into the room, he faltered. Well, this just got a whole lot harder, he thought, nervously eyeing the small bed in the corner. By the look of it, there was barely enough room for both of them to lay down side by side. He chewed on the inside of his lip as he tried, without much success, not to think about being intimate with Penelope. It was just so tempting. They would already be so close to each other. It would be easy to just kiss her a bit, and then move on to something a little more… risqué.
No, he closed his eyes. I love her. I can’t force her to do it if she doesn’t want to yet. I have to be patient. He turned to Penelope as she said that she would have bruises tomorrow, relieved to talk about anything that would stop his mind from wandering to less than tasteful imaginings. Although, by the blush on her face, it looked like she was trying to do the same thing.
Setting down his things, he took a seat on the edge of the bed. “Me too,” he gingerly touched his wrist where the mercenary had grasped him so tightly. “We’re lucky he didn’t do more damage than he did though. If he had actually cut off my arm like he was threatening to, I wouldn’t be able to complete this mission.” He grimaced at the thought. Losing a limb as a thief was practically a death sentence. He needed to be able-bodied, or his enemies would kill him easily.
“I’m just glad it’s over and we’re both still alive,” Crow looked up at her affectionately. “I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.”
He glanced at Penelope and felt his heart beat a little bit faster. He knew he had to take things slow with her, but damn it was hard. Just because we’ll be sleeping together in the same bed doesn’t mean we’re going to sleep together, he reminded himself. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable if she wasn’t ready, and that meant not making a move to be more physical than they already were.
As they stepped into the room, he faltered. Well, this just got a whole lot harder, he thought, nervously eyeing the small bed in the corner. By the look of it, there was barely enough room for both of them to lay down side by side. He chewed on the inside of his lip as he tried, without much success, not to think about being intimate with Penelope. It was just so tempting. They would already be so close to each other. It would be easy to just kiss her a bit, and then move on to something a little more… risqué.
No, he closed his eyes. I love her. I can’t force her to do it if she doesn’t want to yet. I have to be patient. He turned to Penelope as she said that she would have bruises tomorrow, relieved to talk about anything that would stop his mind from wandering to less than tasteful imaginings. Although, by the blush on her face, it looked like she was trying to do the same thing.
Setting down his things, he took a seat on the edge of the bed. “Me too,” he gingerly touched his wrist where the mercenary had grasped him so tightly. “We’re lucky he didn’t do more damage than he did though. If he had actually cut off my arm like he was threatening to, I wouldn’t be able to complete this mission.” He grimaced at the thought. Losing a limb as a thief was practically a death sentence. He needed to be able-bodied, or his enemies would kill him easily.
“I’m just glad it’s over and we’re both still alive,” Crow looked up at her affectionately. “I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.”
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