- Messages
- 472
- OOC First Name
- Anna
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Bisexual
- Wand
- Curly 10 Inch Sturdy Willow Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 23
Evenings were always the best and the worst parts of Nixon's day. It was a time that felt like home to him since he grew up waiting for the stars every night, and alternately a time where he felt the most lonely since it was when his friends were usually in their respective common rooms, or somewhere else he wasn't able to talk to them. The worst part was that without them, the stars he thought of as home were a reminder of what he didn't have, the loneliness sinking in at the end of the day where he had nothing but his thoughts to distract him. The stars were as much a home as they were a reminder of the home he was missing, and after a long day of attending classes Nixon was not sure how he would be able to handle it. It was one task to focus on how familiar the sky was to him and why the evenings were one of the best parts of his day, but another task entirely to focus on the positive side of it all when it reminded him that without his friends the time of day that was supposed to be his best could also be his worst.
Caught in a weird state of mind, Nixon had headed to the north tower with the intention to read with the stars in view as last resort to make himself feel better before he went to sleep. He figured if he focused on winding down from a long day and thought about what he enjoyed about the evenings instead of letting it remind him his friends weren't able to keep him company, he would leave feeling better or possibly even happy. He at least wanted to feel content, so after arriving to the tower he wasted no time sitting on one of the windowsills, opening his book, and alternating his attention between reading and looking out to the setting sun as the different stars slowly appeared in the sky.
Caught in a weird state of mind, Nixon had headed to the north tower with the intention to read with the stars in view as last resort to make himself feel better before he went to sleep. He figured if he focused on winding down from a long day and thought about what he enjoyed about the evenings instead of letting it remind him his friends weren't able to keep him company, he would leave feeling better or possibly even happy. He at least wanted to feel content, so after arriving to the tower he wasted no time sitting on one of the windowsills, opening his book, and alternating his attention between reading and looking out to the setting sun as the different stars slowly appeared in the sky.