[F4A] Who did I become?
Seeking to write with someone around themes of parenthood and identity exploration within the dynamics of a queer relationship. Happy to make this a longterm thing, should we click well and want the story to expand exponentially.
A short starter is listed below. We do not have to drop in here to start the roleplay. We can always go backwards or fast forward from this moment. Happy to flesh out characters as we move along in the narration and plot development. I enjoy extemporaneous writing to get inspired first. But we can always chat plot points and desires/characters motivations, etc in occ chat.
My timezone is EST and I can usually rp at least few nights a week and if the story is compelling, I’m happy to move at a pace that feels invigorating and inspirational to us both. Would appreciate someone who is understanding and flexible.
I prefer to write in third person, usually past tense. Must be 21+. I am 26.
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The weather was sweet. With the sun having just rose there was perfect amount of light and shadows were peaking through the few clouds. Shades of orange, pink and blue swept across the sky and reflected over the water. A chill remained present in the air. Comfortable and quiet, yet alive and soon to be buzzing. The cacophony of morning commutes had not yet commenced at this hour.
Elise’s feet rhythmically hit the sidewalk along the waterfront. Her breathing steady. Her mind not exactly calm just yet, but perhaps on the way there. The woman’s anxiety since having their child had been on the rise, and so running was one of a few habits that staved off more challenging thoughts. Getting such routines in place felt important to establish with only weeks left on her leave from work.
Thanks to the beautiful views along the path, the miles seemed to came and go with relative ease. She oscillated between listening to the natural sounds of the trail, the playlist their partner had made them, and their most recent audiobook. Each was helpful. “Five minutes left, you can do anything for five minutes…” Lis mumbled to herself to get through the next interval. A phrase their entire house knew well at this point. She couldn’t recall exactly where she’d learned it - perhaps her father years ago in
Her eyes glanced down at her fitness watch, happy to have had no interruption or text that anything had developed in her absence this morning. Sneaking out for these morning miles proved to require spy level work most days.