- Messages
- 382
- OOC First Name
- Rowan
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Seeing Somebody
- Sexual Orientation
- Tristan) (Gay
- Wand
- Curly 12 Inch Rigid Hawthorn Wand with Hippogriff Feather Core
- Age
- 7/2031 (32)
Vivian didn't know what to do with himself this year. Flirting with so many people was nice, it was fun, but it still hadn't made him feel any better about the boy he and Tristan had hurt. Or the girl they were hurting now. Every time he saw Tristan with October his stomach curled, and not just out of jealousy. He knew how hurt October would be if she knew where Tristan's heart really lay, and that wouldn't just be Tristan's fault. How did Tristan fight the part of his gut that knew he was hurting people? At least their hiding had to be over soon, surely. It couldn't last forever. And for now, Vivian had a plan. So far he had only had flirtations and flings, secret stolen kisses on occasion. Maybe he needed something more. If he had another real relationship to distract him, he could stop feeling bad. That must be how Tristan did it. So he had headed up to the alcove below the stairs where he had first met Hudson so many years ago, hoping to run into the other boy. Their flirting had never gone beyond a brief dance last year, but this seemed like a good place to start. Hudson was nice, and fun to talk to. Vivian could ask him out, see what happened, and hopefully, hopefully he would stop feeling guilty. Vivian had grown much taller, no longer able to tuck himself into the small alcove he had once fit so easily into, so he just sat in the corner with a book, enjoying a moment of peace and quiet. Even if nobody joined him, this moment away from the bustle of the castle would be a nice one.