1 on 1 romance rp please?

Do you mind explaining the plot a little better? I'm a little confused, but interested.

Yes, much better. It sounds like an interesting plot. I'd like to give it a shot if you would have me.

Great! Who should be who?

Sure! I have no problem with that. What country should she go back in time to? If it's a European country, my character will be a knight of some sort. If you want it in China or Japan, I'll make him a samurai.

Also, how exactly will she go back in time? Will it be like she's reliving the life of one of her past relatives, or will it actually be herself living in that time? To me, reliving the life of a relative that happened to have the same name/nickname as her would be the more realistic choice. The letter would be like a family relic that's been passed down from generation to generation. But if that's not what you were thinking, please tell me what you had in mind. I don't want to make you think I'm trying to take control over everything.

That could work. Let's do it. Would you like us to create character descriptions? Or should we just describe our characters as we go?

Fine by me. Do you mind if you start us off?

Oda Yukimura never expected to come across a stranger on his way home. The young man, about eighteen, going on nineteen, years of age, looked similar to the other boys his age. Dressed in simple grey kosode, the young man wore his long black hair pulled back out of his face and tied with a leather cord. The of his face was pale brown, but due to his time working in the sun, it was a slightly darker shade than it would normally be. Dark drown eyes scanned the scene around him. Although he had walked this path many times, he never tired of the beauty and peace it held.

His family home was located just outside the main village. His parents were simple farmers, and with the help of his three younger brothers, they managed to always bring in enough produce and tend the animals to ensure the family had enough to eat throughout the winter season. Yukimura, however, was fortunate enough to be allowed to study and train as a samurai. However, while it excused him from tending to the farm, it did not mean his days were easy.

Cresting a hill, the young man stopped. Not far away, further down the path, was a young woman, sitting in the middle of the road. Yukimura paused for only a brief second before he hurried towards the girl. Had she been attacked? Could she have fallen from a horse? There was no sign of disturbance on the road, but that didn't diminish his concern. "Daijōbu desu ka?" he asked, making sure to voice the question before he reached her in case she wasn't aware of his presence. It would do no good to scare her. His question was a logical one: Are you okay?

Yukimura's eyebrows furrowed in confusion at her statement. From to looks of her clothes, she was certainly not from around here. The language she used was only further proof of his guess. "Are you okay?" he repeated slowly and carefully. His voice was thick from his accent. The young man had been taught English, but he hadn't used the second language often. So when he spoke, the words were a little muffled and awkward.

Helping her stand, Yukimura watched her to make sure she was able to stand on her own. When it was clear she could, he let go of her hand. "You are in Kakunodate," he responded. Granted, it was the edge of the samurai town, but they were still in the town's limits. "Do you... remember?" the young man gestured to the spot where she had once been sitting. His English was limited, so he was unsure how to ask her if she remembered how she came to be lying in the middle of the road.

He would have asked to see the letter, but it would have no doubt been written in English, something he had yet to master. So he left it be. "Come," Yukimura invited, gesturing in the direction he had been walking. "My home is near." He didn't want to force her to go with him, but if the girl didn't know where she was or how she got here, then it was safe to assume she wouldn't have a place to stay. His mother would be able to help take care of her and find better clothes for her to wear. If the woman did not wish to stay for long in his household, then he would escort her back to town in the morning.

(I would also like to say that I apologize I don't do an accurate depiction of 14th century Japan. I'm having to research as I go, so things might not be 100% correct.)

(If you want a tip on how to make your replies longer, try describing your characters thoughts, emotions, and maybe even what she had been doing before she was dropped into the past un-expectantly. Otherwise, I won't have enough to work with in making replies later on.)

Yukimura led the strange girl down the road. It wasn't a far walk since his family's house was one of the farms closest to the town. It was also on the smaller side, but that never seemed to bother them. At least they would be within range of protection if anyone ever tried to raid them. After only a few minutes of walking, he turned down onto a small path that would lead to his home.

Like many of the houses in the region, the Oda household was a simple design. The one story house was built from timber that once growing on the property many generations ago. Thin paper screens that could be moved with ease lined the doorways and window. It was a feature that ran through the entire house. Despite the flimsy nature that the screens, the house was surprising sturdy and had survived countless storms that raged the area in the past. No one appeared to be around as they reached the house, but Yukimura was sure his mother would be inside. It was getting late, after all, and she would be preparing dinner.

(Better! Don't worry, it look me forever to learn how to make decent replies, so I'm not going to expect you to write paragraphs. If you ever want tips or advice as we go, don't be afraid to ask. I'll also try to not overwhelm you with my own replies whenever I get into an inspired mood. XD)

Upon reaching the entry way of his home, Yukimura removed his sandals. He looked to the girl and gestured to where he had neatly placed his footwear, instructing her to do the same. It was common courtesy for everyone to remove their shoes before entering a home (and if you want me to elaborate that later on, I will go search for the full reason).

(I'm pretty sure that's all it's for, but I could be wrong. If we need to look it up, I can later.)

Yukimura waited until she had taken off her shoes, if one could call them that. They looked to be some kind of strange leather boot stained white. The purpose of them, he didn't know, but he was sure they were useful in someway. Otherwise, why would she be wearing them? Carefully, he pushed aside the screen door that led into the house itself, stepping up as he did so. The entry way was set a bit lower than the main house. As he entered, he called out in Japanese to see if his mother was around. Her answering call came from the kitchen area. Yukimura motioned for the young girl to follow him as he made his way to his mother.

Yukimura led the way to the kitchen area. The room was scare of equipment. Only a small fire pit with a pot of boiling water seemed to be the only set up for cooking. A small counter offered space to prepare the meals and ingredients. As the young man walked inside, the woman who had been stirring the contents of the boiling pot looked up. She spoke something in Japanese to her son before pausing, sighting the girl behind him as he moved into the room.

He spoke to his mother quickly before turning to the girl. "My mother," he said, although he had difficulty with the word "mother" due to the hard constant on the end of the word. Hopefully, their guest would understand his attempt.