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How quick is your character to trust someone else?.

What does your character dislike in other people?.

What does your character like in other people?.

If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?.

In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?.

What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?.

Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?.

What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?.

Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?.

Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?.

Does your character remember names or faces easier?.

Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?.

In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?.

In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?.

Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?.

Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?.

Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?.

Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?.

Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?.

On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?.

Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?.

What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?.

What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?.

Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?.

Red, he thinks, as she tangles her fingers in his hair. Everything about her is red: the lustful press of her hips, the entreating tilt of her chin as she begs wordlessly for his kiss, the insistence of her words as she whispers her adoration against his ear… It’s all he sees, it’s all he feels, it fills him up completely.

He doesn’t need her to say anything he can see it painted across her face, scribed more clearly than a book of glyphs, but she says it anyway. She strokes his face gently, and he’s captivated by the weight of her gaze. Her forest-green eyes are shining, reflecting the heavy leaves of the jungle around them. Her eyebrows tilt upwards and she bites her lip. “It’s never stopped,” Nil whispers against her ear. He pauses to take a breath, but instead he breathes her in, pressing his nose to her cheek, inhaling the fragrant life that rolls from her skin. You make it feel like the blood is boiling in my veins.

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“My skin is blistering under the heat of your touch. He cups her cheek and smoothes his thumb tenderly over her cheekbone. She’s panting heavily as she stares at him. Everything about her is red: her tongue as it tangles with his, the tender marks on her neck that his teeth leave behind… Nil fancies he can practically see the hue of her passion seeping from her skin, and he knows, he knows without a doubt, that there’s no other colour in the world that matters. Suddenly her hands are gripping his neck, her leg is around his waist, he’s lifting her up and cupping her bottom, she gasps as the roughness of the treebark scrapes her skin. He slides his hand over her waist and pulls her close, savouring the heat of her bare midriff against his. He presses her back against a tree and she presses her nails into the skin of his back, pulling him flush to the inviting heat of her body. Slowly he tugs her head back, and her lips part on a gasp of excitement, a delicious little gasp that Nil is only too happy to savour with the tip of his tongue. Everything about her is red: her scarlet lips, her flushed cheeks, the flames of her hair… Nil had always loved the sanguine colour, but now as he wraps his fist in the hair at the nape of her neck, he realizes he is obsessed with it.

Their tender plumpness is suffused with the crimson flush of her desire, and he pulls away from their endless temptation for a moment to stare at her face. Her callused fingers slide around his waist and up his back to grip his vest, but Nil barely feels it. Her lips are parted for him already, and he captures them without hesitation. His thumbs stroke the fine lines of her jaw. I’m like a crackhead who needs a hit of Niloy when I’m writing something that’s not Niloy, so here is a very short romantic drabble.

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