- Messages
- 445
- OOC First Name
- Kait
- Sexual Orientation
- Dymetris ❤
- Wand
- Oak 14 3/4" Essence of Raven Feather
- Age
- 2/2014
It was already late in the evening, and Faxen sat on her couch with a guitar in her hand. She had worked so hard over the last six years to achieve her dreams, but they were much more difficult that she had originally thought they would be. She had finally signed with a record company thanks to her wonderful manager. He had always believed in her and pushed her when she needed to be pushed. The brunette was due to start recording a studio album next month, or that was the plan. She was going to record an album, and then she was going to go on tour. That was the plan. Things had been going so well for her lately that she was expecting the sky to come crashing down. She was happier these last six weeks than she had been in years, and it was because of Dymetris. They were officially back together even thought neither one of them had mentioned the fact. Faxen was beyond grateful to have him back in her life, and that he had been able to forgive her for her mistake all those years ago. It was a weird experience to rediscover all of your favorite things about a person. So much had changed, but there was so much that never would change.
Faxen was waiting on Dymetris to come over as she worked on her new songs. He had a late shift at St. Mungo's, so she had saved him a plate from dinner in the refrigerator. She wasn't sure when he would arrive, but she knew he would come. He always came when she asked. Faxen had given him a key several weeks ago when he had made the move to her apartment permanently. Tonight, the brunette desperately hoped he arrived before she fell asleep. She had something very urgent and important to talk to him about that she didn't want to put off any longer. Decisions needed to be made, and Dymetris deserved to know. Faxen's hazel eyes snapped to the door as she saw the lock turning in the door to her one bedroom apartment. She stopped playing and sat the guitar to the side as she waited anxiously to see his face.
Faxen was waiting on Dymetris to come over as she worked on her new songs. He had a late shift at St. Mungo's, so she had saved him a plate from dinner in the refrigerator. She wasn't sure when he would arrive, but she knew he would come. He always came when she asked. Faxen had given him a key several weeks ago when he had made the move to her apartment permanently. Tonight, the brunette desperately hoped he arrived before she fell asleep. She had something very urgent and important to talk to him about that she didn't want to put off any longer. Decisions needed to be made, and Dymetris deserved to know. Faxen's hazel eyes snapped to the door as she saw the lock turning in the door to her one bedroom apartment. She stopped playing and sat the guitar to the side as she waited anxiously to see his face.