forum this is another fluff one on one but I want it to be good this time (OPEN)

Started September 20, 2018 by @SaltyLasagna

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Well who do you think would fit better? And what would the situation be? I can't come up with all of it

Thea would be good as person A…

Alrighty. How are we going to set up the situation? What would Thea's motive be for trying to kill Misha?

Umm…she thinks that Misha killed her older brother?

Alright, that sounds cool. You wanna start this off or should I?

Can you?

Sure

Misha walked down the cold alley, ignoring the old graffiti on the brick walls. His friend was supposed to have picked him up hours ago. Now his phone was dead, so he couldn't get a hold of anyone, and it was freezing outside. He shivered, watching as his breath made small clouds in the air.

Thea had been following Misha for hours, and finally found her. She smiles, following him into the alley. "Hey, are you alright?" Thea asks innocently.

So I'm looking to do a really fluffy romance one on one, but I want somebody who's going to include a good amount of description instead of just one liners, and to choose a character that would actually be compatible with mine.

Hey you remember this? It was the first thing I posted to this RP. I want you to read what's in bold.

Ack so so sorry! I'm distracted.

It's okay. Also, his pronouns are they/he.

Ok

Misha jumped a bit, turning to face the girl who found him. "U-uh, yeah. I'm okay. Just waiting for a ride," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. His heart started beating faster.

"Oh…ok…" Thea brightens slightly. "Hey have you ever heard of Oliver Queen?" She asks quietly

"Um… I think so?" he lied, turning away. "I saw him a little while ago? Maybe? Why?" he asked, looking at his shoes. It was starting to get colder out, his fingertips going numb.

"So…are you the one who killed my older brother?" Thea asks, her voice hardening. She starts pulling a kife from her pocket.

"W-wait," Misha stuttered, stumbling back. "Hold on, what?" he could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and his throat tightened as he looked at the knife. His hand flew to the back pocket of his jeans, where he kept his own knife. He never thought he'd be in a situation where he might have to use it.

"You. Killed. My. BROTHER!!!!!!" Thea yells, charging at Misha, hatred and fear and sadness in her eyes.

Misha yelped, jumping out of the way and taking his knife out of his pocket. "No! Stop, I didn't kill anyone! I don't even know who you are!" he cried, tripping over himself as he tried to back away. The ground was a little icy, causing him to slip a little as he walked.

Thea was walking towards him slowly. "Yet you said you say my brother. He died not even a few minutes ago! Your going to die for that!" Thea's knife glints in the cold.

"Oh, fuck," Misha groaned, feeling like a complete idiot. "I lied! I only said that because I was trying to make conversation!"

Thea pauses. "A-Are you sure?!" Thea lowers the knife.

Misha sighed with relieve as he saw the girl lower her knife. He opened his mouth to speak, to defend himself, but nothing came out. It felt like somebody has shoved a hot fire poker down his throat. He couldn't breathe, he was sweating and shaking and felt like he might puke. The world tilted a bit, making him dizzy. Oh shit, oh fuck I can't handle a panic attack, not right now, he thought, his mind jumbled and confused. I can't… speak… what is she going to think…

Thea hisses when he says nothing. "You did kill him!!" She yells rushing over and holding her knife up.

Misha felt as if he couldn't move. He weakly held his arm up in front of him in an attempt to defend himself, not able to look into the girl's eyes. He dropped his knife, the sound echoing as it clattered to the ground. "No. I didn't." He managed to cough out.

Thea moves his arm back, holding the knife to his neck. "Fight back damnit! You killed my brother!"

He was trembling violently, tears running down his face. "N-no I didn't," he cried. "I never killed anybody. And I'm not going to kill you trying to defend myself." his voice was strained and raspy, and it hurt to get words out.

Thea pauses at his voice, dropping her knife and stepping back. "I-I'm sorry…" She was slightly depressed.

He slumped down to the ground, not able to hold himself up anymore. He just wanted to go home. But his phone was dead, and his ride never showed up, and it was way too fucking far to walk to. He let out a pathetic whimper, curling in on himself as he cried.

Thea drops the knife to the ground, crouching beside him. "Let's get you out of the cold"