- Messages
- 62
- OOC First Name
- Sir Dylaaaaan!
- Wand
- Ebony Wand 12'' Essence of Phoenix Talon & Dragon Heartstring
Vrael Graves sat inside a small, cosy and secluded coffee shop in Brooklyn. He had frequented this particular shop many a time before, as it was peaceful and always welcoming. He sat at a booth at the back of the shop, a caramel chai latte in front of him, and a magazine in his hands. Today was a particularly miserable day. The rain had been howling for the past few days and the cold seeped in from every direction. Vrael sat by the first, warm and comfortable inside the shop, his eyes focused on the articles inside. This was a musical magazine, and he was presently reading through an article on his own band. For once in what seemed like weeks, the man had finally managed to take a day off from tours and shows. To say it was a much needed day would have been an understatement as his voice was starting to give out under the strain of their busy tour schedule. Today it was recovering, but it was still slightly sore and croaky. The weather didnt at all aid his problem, as the cold tended to make him sick, which in turn made his throat worst. Luckily, however, he had managed to avoid coming down with anything so far.
Vraels eyes popped up and had a quick search around the coffee shop. It was still practically empty, with only two staff on and only one other customer in the room. He was thankful. It was starting to wear down on him, not being able to go anywhere without being approached by fans or haters. For once, he was more than happy to just sit and enjoy the peace and quiet. Though, he did at point feel like company would be appreciated. The rest of his band were come seeing their families and friends. Vrael however was a tad short of friends, as he had never really had time to make friends besides his band or bands they toured with, and his family were all but gone. His father was off with his new family, and his mother had forsaken him years ago. So, here he was, alone in the peace. Taking his coffee in his hand, he sipped it. The warm, welcome liquid coursed through his body and he sighed to himself. "It doesnt get better than this." he said to himself, as he flicked the page in the magazine.
Vraels eyes popped up and had a quick search around the coffee shop. It was still practically empty, with only two staff on and only one other customer in the room. He was thankful. It was starting to wear down on him, not being able to go anywhere without being approached by fans or haters. For once, he was more than happy to just sit and enjoy the peace and quiet. Though, he did at point feel like company would be appreciated. The rest of his band were come seeing their families and friends. Vrael however was a tad short of friends, as he had never really had time to make friends besides his band or bands they toured with, and his family were all but gone. His father was off with his new family, and his mother had forsaken him years ago. So, here he was, alone in the peace. Taking his coffee in his hand, he sipped it. The warm, welcome liquid coursed through his body and he sighed to himself. "It doesnt get better than this." he said to himself, as he flicked the page in the magazine.