Shades of Rage

Surprise

Send me one of my OCs and their LI along with a number to my askbox, and I’ll answer the question! 

For the couple:

1. What drew your character to their LI and vice versa?

2. What was the first moment that they knew they were in love with their LI? 

3. When they are having a fight, what is it about and how do they deal with it? 

4. Their favorite physical feature on each other? 

5. How do they comfort each other when they are sad? 

6. Who is the big spoon?

7. Favorite date activity? 

8. What are their most prominent memories of each other?

9. How open are they with their feelings?

10. Do they have pet names for each other?

11. Do they have any inside jokes?

12. Do they have similar goals? If they clash, how do they deal?

13. How do they react at being away from each other?

14. Is their anything they associate with each other?

15. Does their view of themselves differ from their partner’s view?

16. Jealous at all?

17. Their ways of expressing their love.

18. Is their any way they disappoint each other? 

19. Describe how they communicate 

20. Did either person change at all, to be with their partner?

For the creator

21. Personally, do you think they are a good couple? 

22. From the outside looking in, what is their dynamic like? 

23. Did you tailor your OC for the other in the romance? 

24. Is their any moment that happens between them that you know happens and just makes you melt? 

25. Share any headcanons about their relationship. 

26. How important is the romance in your OC’s overall story? 

27. What makes you excited about their relationship? 

28. Is their any similarities to your OC and LI’s relationship to one you have had IRL?

29. What are your favorite moments that happen between them? 

30. How does their love change as they get older?

He had woken up a good minute before she started whispering in his ear. The sunlight beaming through the nearby window, the coastal birds letting out their cry as they flew past. Darsa had one word for the whole situation.

“FUCK.”

Getting up he looked down at his bare chest and made sure to put more of his blankets around his waist. “Um... I was supposed to get woken up before dawn so I could get some baking in...” He then looked down at the blankets then back to Kat. “Um... Love, I might need t’ask you to uh let me put some pants on. I didn’t know you’d be sneakin into my room or I would of, put on some trousers.”

“Well, good mornin’ to you, too,” Kat huffed playfully in response to his exclamation.

She should have known he was naked, and maybe part of her did. It was something that had come up in the past, but it didn’t seem to come to mind when she set herself on course to pester the sleeping nobleman. She was awake and had a few hours before she would go to the smith. She wanted to spend time with him and she also wanted bread. It seemed like an innocent enough mistake.

“Right. Sorry,” she smirked without moving. She weighed her options, consider she was in a rare mood, and simply remained sitting on the edge of his pallet bed. “But you said you might need ‘t’ask’ me to let you...so give me a moment to reckon whether I consider myself asked or not. And then I gotta decide if I’ma let you.” She hummed and dramatically pantomimed considering the request before looking at him side-eyed. “If I let ya put pants on, can we still have bread?”

When she finally came to terms with that imagery, after a few steady breaths, she looked up to meet his silver stare with a faint blush on her cheeks. However, that was the only sign of the underlying conflict and frustration. Her pierced brows pinched inward as she narrowed her gaze. She too a moment longer to decide just how far she would push to see if he was bluffing.

“I can’t be responsible for that decision,” she replied finally, yielding as she remembered that he was just as stubborn as she was, if not more so. “Wear pants or don’t. I reckon I’m keen on ya enough to handle it either way. Fel of a memory to make that the first time I see you naked is when you’re helpin me make breakfast. I could man any fried things. Make a mean fried egg and ham. Though, can I make a request?”

Kat’s grin had returned and there was a comfortable mischief in her eyes as she slid a little closer to Darsa. A small voice in the back of her head was demanding her to act with more decorum. She worried so often about what people may think about Darsa, an older man with wealth much of her county had never even fathomed, courting a rough-around-the-edges country girl. However, it was all muted by the impish mood she found herself in that morning.

“Can ya just leave the shirt out of it, no matter what you decide?” As she got halfway through the sentence, her boldness fizzled a bit and her smile softened. “I rather like watchin’ ya work shirtless.”

Now flustered and finally hearing that little voice more clearly, the one chiding her for being so crass, she decided to take one last liberty before slowly retreating again. Slowly she placed a peck of a kiss on his cheek and leaned back to read his expression. 

He had woken up a good minute before she started whispering in his ear. The sunlight beaming through the nearby window, the coastal birds letting out their cry as they flew past. Darsa had one word for the whole situation.

“FUCK.”

Getting up he looked down at his bare chest and made sure to put more of his blankets around his waist. “Um... I was supposed to get woken up before dawn so I could get some baking in...” He then looked down at the blankets then back to Kat. “Um... Love, I might need t’ask you to uh let me put some pants on. I didn’t know you’d be sneakin into my room or I would of, put on some trousers.”

“Well, good mornin’ to you, too,” Kat huffed playfully in response to his exclamation.

She should have known he was naked, and maybe part of her did. It was something that had come up in the past, but it didn’t seem to come to mind when she set herself on course to pester the sleeping nobleman. She was awake and had a few hours before she would go to the smith. She wanted to spend time with him and she also wanted bread. It seemed like an innocent enough mistake.

“Right. Sorry,” she smirked without moving. She weighed her options, consider she was in a rare mood, and simply remained sitting on the edge of his pallet bed. “But you said you might need ‘t’ask’ me to let you...so give me a moment to reckon whether I consider myself asked or not. And then I gotta decide if I’ma let you.” She hummed and dramatically pantomimed considering the request before looking at him side-eyed. “If I let ya put pants on, can we still have bread?”