- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- Online Availability
- 12 pm-10:30 pm (with some exceptions)
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Fantasy, Mystery, Scifi, Romance, Yaoi, Yuri, Horror
"O-Of course not, i-I don't even like milk!" He insisted, completely unaware that it was a joke. Once being pulled into a hug, his first thought was to tense and cower, closing his eyes tight in fear... even though he couldn't actually be hurt. After years of emotional and physical abuse, he never dealt with people being angry at him well, the simplest of raised tone causing him to panic. It wasn't until he realized he wasn't going to get hurt that he relaxed enough to hug the other tight in return, his sobs muffled by his face being pressed into Nyle's shirt.
"I'm sorry," he repeated quietly, refusing to move from his position. "I-I'm... sorry, I-I don't want to make you upset."
"I'm sorry," he repeated quietly, refusing to move from his position. "I-I'm... sorry, I-I don't want to make you upset."