- Messages
- 922
- OOC First Name
- Cole
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Reuben <3
- Age
- 6/2026
The very last time that Saveli Matveev had written to her pen pal, and even spoken to him, was here in this owlry. The last time she'd spoken to her best friend before he'd completely forgotten her - was also in this owlry. Why was she coming back to it? With notebook in hand, rump planted firmly on the ground and a blanket over her lap, she sat as if she'd pen a great novel. Instead she was surrounded by crumpled letters to a friend that would never be sent, heart heavy in her chest as she thought about her semesters rocky start - and her lack of support from her best friend. The blonde set the pen that her sister had given to her to the side and pulled her knees to her chest, notebook smooshed between her front and her legs. Saveli let out a long sigh for no one to hear, startling some sleeping owls whom ruffled their feathers making similar sounds to the crinkling paper as if to mock her.
Beneath her she halfheartedly traced patterns in the floor to keep herself occupied. She felt mixed feelings inside - why had Gabe completely abandoned her? She didn't understand why they couldn't be friends. Was Lydia her replacement? Had her father found a replacement as well. All of the thoughts of life and death that swarmed the teens head were too much for a developing mind to handle. So there she sat, tracing haphazard shapes into a concrete slab that wouldn't retain the memory of her fingers, and eyes closed wishing for something to change and make her feel better.
Beneath her she halfheartedly traced patterns in the floor to keep herself occupied. She felt mixed feelings inside - why had Gabe completely abandoned her? She didn't understand why they couldn't be friends. Was Lydia her replacement? Had her father found a replacement as well. All of the thoughts of life and death that swarmed the teens head were too much for a developing mind to handle. So there she sat, tracing haphazard shapes into a concrete slab that wouldn't retain the memory of her fingers, and eyes closed wishing for something to change and make her feel better.