- Messages
- 637
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Widow
- Wand
- 13 1/4" Cypress Wand with powdered serpent scale
- Age
- 12/2015
Athena juggled the bags in her hand as she reached for her wand to unlock her door. She'd just been out to the market, purchasing items for her week. The woman entered her small apartment and made her way in the dark to the kitchen. The space was small. She could reach both sides of her kitchen at the same time if she held her arms out. The entire space was only slightly bigger than her family's living room, but it was the last place they'd look for her which was why she'd chosen it. Athena reached up to remove her hood, her fingers coming to rest on the small frayed photo she kept on her fridge door. It was a picture of her two sons. She missed them dearly but knew they were better off without her. They didn't need a damaged mother, a mother who wasn't stable enough to care for herself let alone two small, growing boys. They would get everything they needed being raised by her father. He was the best man she'd ever known.
Opening her fridge, Athena used the light to empty her bags. Her head jerked up when she thought she heard a noise but after a moment of hearing nothing else, she figured she'd been mistaken. The woman finished her task and then took off her black robes and moved towards her closet to put it away. She had work early in the morning, answering phones for a small potions shop. It was simple work but it paid her minimal bills. She returned to the fridge, grabbing some grapes which she began to pop into her mouth as she walked towards the small living room. It didn't matter though. She would be gone by the end of the month, off to another space. She didn't consider this her home, not when she only ever stayed in a spot for a few months. She didn't get attached to anything any more. It made it easier to keep hidden away and prevented her from feeling sad about it.
Opening her fridge, Athena used the light to empty her bags. Her head jerked up when she thought she heard a noise but after a moment of hearing nothing else, she figured she'd been mistaken. The woman finished her task and then took off her black robes and moved towards her closet to put it away. She had work early in the morning, answering phones for a small potions shop. It was simple work but it paid her minimal bills. She returned to the fridge, grabbing some grapes which she began to pop into her mouth as she walked towards the small living room. It didn't matter though. She would be gone by the end of the month, off to another space. She didn't consider this her home, not when she only ever stayed in a spot for a few months. She didn't get attached to anything any more. It made it easier to keep hidden away and prevented her from feeling sad about it.