- Messages
- 397
- 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)
The spring sunlight glinting on the ripples of the lake felt reassuringly like home, and the bird song from above was a welcome accompaniment to the lazy Saturday Vivian had settled into with Tristan. They were both resting in the shade of a tree by the lake's edge, far away from the chaos of the castle and stress of schoolwork. Vivian leaned back against the trunk of the tree, pencil scraping idly against the edge of his notebook as he contemplated the stanza he had just written.
cold curtains parted to a winter unexpected
is this? the ice behind my eyes reflected
from doors barred long
before i knew my home
Frowning, Vivian crossed out the last couple of lines with a slow, deliberate stroke of the pencil. Every time he tried to sort out his feelings about his half-sister they eluded him more, and it had gotten even difficult to glance at her over the breakfast tables. She completely refused to acknowledge his existence, and mum was yet to write back in response to Vivian's questions about his father, but a family he had never thought about before was suddenly somehow very real, and it was... strange. Questions he had never had before were bubbling in him, but the words to express them just refused to come to his mind.
Lowering the notebook, Vivian glanced over at Tristan, hoping for a distraction. Vivian had spent a lot of his childhood sitting by water's edge with a notebook in hand, and it was both strange and pleasant to do so now with a friend by his side. Vivian hadn't shared much of his poetry with Tristan before, just small scraps and snippets here and there, but he found himself wondering quietly what his friend would say about this piece, as unfinished as it was.
cold curtains parted to a winter unexpected
is this? the ice behind my eyes reflected
from doors barred long
before i knew my home
Frowning, Vivian crossed out the last couple of lines with a slow, deliberate stroke of the pencil. Every time he tried to sort out his feelings about his half-sister they eluded him more, and it had gotten even difficult to glance at her over the breakfast tables. She completely refused to acknowledge his existence, and mum was yet to write back in response to Vivian's questions about his father, but a family he had never thought about before was suddenly somehow very real, and it was... strange. Questions he had never had before were bubbling in him, but the words to express them just refused to come to his mind.
Lowering the notebook, Vivian glanced over at Tristan, hoping for a distraction. Vivian had spent a lot of his childhood sitting by water's edge with a notebook in hand, and it was both strange and pleasant to do so now with a friend by his side. Vivian hadn't shared much of his poetry with Tristan before, just small scraps and snippets here and there, but he found himself wondering quietly what his friend would say about this piece, as unfinished as it was.