- Messages
- 377
- 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 (28)
The hobby Vivian had been finding comfort in since leaving Hogwarts was one he never would have dreamed would be part of his life during his time as a student. Vivian had always loved music, found comfort and escape in playing the piano, but never in his life had he done so for an audience. Until recently. Vivian was enjoying his Philosophy classes immensely, loving immersing himself in the muggle world, where he could safely reinvent himself, become a whole new person. And that new person, after a few drinks with his classmates one night, had discovered a new love. Open mic nights.
The piles of poems Vivian had composed over the years of his life felt so much more cathartic when he set them to music and sang them out loud. All of the feelings he had been piling up finally released in a form he had the final control over. And people seemed to like them, he had never gotten a bad reception yet. It was helping to boost his confidence, even more so than freeing himself from Tristan had. Fingers flying across the last few keys, voice singing out the final note of his last song, Vivian was filled with a rush of warmth at the end of his final set of the night. He smiled and gave a small bow to the people watching, before stepping down from the stage to let someone else have a turn. The cafe he had been performing at today was far too small for open mic nights, the stage an impossibly tiny space crowded around with tables packed far too close and far too full. It took a fair amount of squeezing to make his way to the counter and order a coffee, looking around for a place to sit and enjoy the rest of the show.
The piles of poems Vivian had composed over the years of his life felt so much more cathartic when he set them to music and sang them out loud. All of the feelings he had been piling up finally released in a form he had the final control over. And people seemed to like them, he had never gotten a bad reception yet. It was helping to boost his confidence, even more so than freeing himself from Tristan had. Fingers flying across the last few keys, voice singing out the final note of his last song, Vivian was filled with a rush of warmth at the end of his final set of the night. He smiled and gave a small bow to the people watching, before stepping down from the stage to let someone else have a turn. The cafe he had been performing at today was far too small for open mic nights, the stage an impossibly tiny space crowded around with tables packed far too close and far too full. It took a fair amount of squeezing to make his way to the counter and order a coffee, looking around for a place to sit and enjoy the rest of the show.