Writing Samples

Real samples from past RP's to showcase my writing style.

Sample 1

"He's a vampire!" Cedric growls, "He's a monster. They're monsters, Morgan. They feed on people, they destroy lives. Did you think he stood by and watched Viktor torture you, and break you, again and again, because he felt sorry and wanted to help you? No. He took advantage of a situation that Viktor set up, played nice enough that you would be desperate for any shred of kindness because, Morgan, anyone in that situation would be."

Cedric closes his eyes briefly, and when he opens them again there is a steeliness in his gaze; he is not going to let this go.

"Viktor is powerful, perhaps more powerful than any creature we've ever encountered, that's true, but he is not truly immortal. He can be killed, and this home is very well defended. He knows this, or he would have attacked by now. I will not allow you to throw your life away out of careless foolishness, Morgan. You will need to make a decision on this, because while I could lock you in some room, I'd rather not have to."

July 2021

Sample 2

Quinn smiles a little, the expression gentle, and Narska lets out a small, unconscious, breath in response. Then, Quinn says, “We don’t know each other very well at all, yet, but…. I think I’d like to get to know you more. I was beginning to start to genuinely like you, I think. At least, what little you’d shown me up until then, which I grant wasn’t much, but still.”

He shrugs, and Narska watches him. Quinn seems to study him for a moment, before going on.

“I think… you’re probably used to spending most of your time alone, right? I mean, with your occupation. But, well…. You’re not alone here. There’s Malachi – he’s still, ah..”

“He’s pissed as hell at me,” Narska breaks in, smirking faintly to himself, and shrugs.

“...Yeah. Well – but, he hasn’t kicked you out and he knows I’m ah, meeting with you, sometimes? So.” Quinn shrugs, then smiles - a quick flash of warmth that Narska finds himself relaxing with. “Anyway, I just want to get to know you better. That’s all, though if you really do want me to leave you alone…”

Narska considers this in silence for several seconds. Quinn doesn’t interrupt or say anything else, only watches him quietly.

Finally, Narska sighs and leans back in his chair, getting comfortable again, only barely managing to suppress the urge to roll his eyes up to the ceiling in exasperation. “Fine. Whatever. Read your damn book, then.”

Quinn beams a smile at him, warm and pleased and something else that Narska can’t interpret, and then lies back on the couch to do just that.

Yet, even as Narska turns away to stare out the window again, there remains a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach, stirred up at the sight of that smile like an angry beehive, and he doesn’t know what to do with it. Eventually, it fades away on its own, and he finds he has surprisingly little trouble slipping back into that meditative space – only this time, he’s thinking about their conversation.

Happy, he thinks awhile later, identifying what he'd seen in that smile. Quinn had looked happy. He can't recall if anyone has ever looked at him that way before.

August 2021

Sample 3 (NSFW)

The creak of the bed and Ravi's panting breaths hide the sound of the door opening just enough that the druid doesn't even notice he's being spied on. It helps that his back is turned to the door, too busy clenching the bed frame for balance. His other hand disappears between his legs to wrap loosely around his cock.

Demian's position allows him a perfect view of the slick sheen of warm metal sliding in and out of Ravi's hole. He's riding it at a steady pace now, neither fast nor slow, his toes curling into the bedding as he glances over his prostate again and again.

"... Fuck.." he whimpers, the lean muscles in his back rippling as a shudder runs up his spine. His voice is breathless, raw, and strained - but he doesn't stop.

Under the light of the moon his skin glistens with sweat and his long hair, loose from its usual braid, sticks to his back. The only sound in the room, aside from the complaints of the bed, are his breathing and the dildo slipping obscenely in and out of him. Ravi fists his cock a little tighter, his nerves singing with the build of an impending release, though he holds it back for now - enjoying the intense knife's-edge of it while he can.

He's going to come, no doubt, but he doesn't want to just yet.

2018