- Messages
- 45
- Age
- 2/2013
Severin Matthias was relieved to have finally lived his dream of traveling. Right now, Severin was in Milan, Italy, a huge city that was the biggest, second only to Rome. It was a pretty big city, and Severin was thoroughly enjoying his time here. The first thing he was going to do was find that one lake around this city, and soon enough, his amber eyes gleamed with happiness as he saw the lake. Not one did he doubt his decision to leave the United States. Sure, he didn't go with his friend to France, but who needed France? That might have ended their friendship then and there, but Severin was sure if she wanted him back, she would come running to him. He just hoped she would have dumped that Durmstrang fellow already, and probably end up with another jerk. Oh well. Stuff like that was too long to wait for. He needed something now. Severin needed to go to college or something for his fashion designing. He was an artist, and he needed to be expressed, loved. Severin craved it. But the issue remained with the fact that he had a wizarding diploma, not a muggle one. He might have to get something so he could go to college. Severin sighed as he looked over at the waters, before hitching a ride to go back into the city. There was something about this place that he really loved, and he did not want to have to leave it. Severin wondered if he could build a future here. Severin however did not know any sort of Italian. He had a little booklet that would assist him, but that was it. That was how he got a ride. In fact, something caught in his amber eyes so he quickly got out of the vehicle and he looked down the street to see a roadside festival. It must be some sort of celebration! At first he thought that it would have been because of him, but that was ludicrous. Severin was hoping to find some good food here, because if he did not, then his stomach would surely eat through his muscles. Making sure his hair looked perfect, his outfit looking good, he started to walk down the sidewalk. His amber eyes were enough to catch attention. He looked up ahead, and he could see various activities throughout the place. Oh he loved Italy so much now. Everything was festive. Was there nothing in his life that did not seem happy? Severin was actually a rather lonely kid. He never got the right appreciation from his parents, then there was that thing with the French woman years ago that he told no soul. One reason why he hated sharing his poems now. It was something that he had cherished, and it was ripped from him. He would never, ever let it happen again. Perhaps that was why he craved freedom so much. Freedom from the past he had managed to screw up because truth be told, it was his own stupid fault for letting himself get so close. Severin was a fool once, and it would never happen again. Hell he was terrified of relationships now.
He was terrified, but he craved the romance. He yearned for the kisses, the touches, everything. Severin just continued to remember that French woman. Gorgeous, looked like a movie star, and she was seductive. Seduced him without getting him in bed. He was controlled, manipulated, and then spat out like someone's unwanted gum or something. He hated thinking over it, and then there he was, in Italy, escaping his problems when he could be making money from the things he wrote. Well, he actually did. He sold one of his poems to a book, and that's how Severin got the money to come to Italy. He earned this way into Europe, following the path of his own. His brothers were all around the world, but here he was, in Italy. It was like a dream come true. And walking down the streets, he could feel some girls checking him out, which made him only check out the boys that were around them. Some of these people were smoking. Wow he loved it here so much already! There was nothing that could hold him back now from traveling the world! He walked right up to the cart that was selling drinks, and he decided that he wanted something that he was familiar with. A simple coffee. This stand did not have any peanuts around it, so he did not see any sort of allergy risk. He was deadly allergic to peanuts, and it was an allergy that he hated, but it was the only allergy he had. He took the paper cup into his hands, and he continued to walk down the sidewalk, looking at the different people and how they reminded him of some of the Americans over in New York. Some things just never change, but the fashion here was in tip top shape. He could see the latest styles then grimace a bit at those that were not in style. Oh the nerve of some people wearing those shoes with that shirt. He rolled his amber eyes and he took a drink of his coffee. It was a bit stronger than he imagined, but he liked it none of the less. He walked over to a seemingly empty bench before sitting down. He slowly looked over to his left and he saw a younger girl sitting there. Severin gave a polite smile, "Sorry miss, if I bother you. Just needed a little break from all of the walking." He nodded at her once before he looked ahead. Then came a realization. She might not know any English. He groaned and muttered to himself, "Oh you probably look like an idiot just there. Good job, Severin." He rolled his eyes to himself and he took another sip of his coffee. If she knew some English, then he could talk to her, and maybe even hang out. But for now, he honestly did not know if she was a local.
He was terrified, but he craved the romance. He yearned for the kisses, the touches, everything. Severin just continued to remember that French woman. Gorgeous, looked like a movie star, and she was seductive. Seduced him without getting him in bed. He was controlled, manipulated, and then spat out like someone's unwanted gum or something. He hated thinking over it, and then there he was, in Italy, escaping his problems when he could be making money from the things he wrote. Well, he actually did. He sold one of his poems to a book, and that's how Severin got the money to come to Italy. He earned this way into Europe, following the path of his own. His brothers were all around the world, but here he was, in Italy. It was like a dream come true. And walking down the streets, he could feel some girls checking him out, which made him only check out the boys that were around them. Some of these people were smoking. Wow he loved it here so much already! There was nothing that could hold him back now from traveling the world! He walked right up to the cart that was selling drinks, and he decided that he wanted something that he was familiar with. A simple coffee. This stand did not have any peanuts around it, so he did not see any sort of allergy risk. He was deadly allergic to peanuts, and it was an allergy that he hated, but it was the only allergy he had. He took the paper cup into his hands, and he continued to walk down the sidewalk, looking at the different people and how they reminded him of some of the Americans over in New York. Some things just never change, but the fashion here was in tip top shape. He could see the latest styles then grimace a bit at those that were not in style. Oh the nerve of some people wearing those shoes with that shirt. He rolled his amber eyes and he took a drink of his coffee. It was a bit stronger than he imagined, but he liked it none of the less. He walked over to a seemingly empty bench before sitting down. He slowly looked over to his left and he saw a younger girl sitting there. Severin gave a polite smile, "Sorry miss, if I bother you. Just needed a little break from all of the walking." He nodded at her once before he looked ahead. Then came a realization. She might not know any English. He groaned and muttered to himself, "Oh you probably look like an idiot just there. Good job, Severin." He rolled his eyes to himself and he took another sip of his coffee. If she knew some English, then he could talk to her, and maybe even hang out. But for now, he honestly did not know if she was a local.