Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Friday | January 28

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

With his one class over and done, Nathan found himself almost energetic. He didn't want to go laze around his room like he usually did and he didn't want to smoke near his window in his most sincere imitation of a hipster emo poet douchebag. He didn't (and wouldn't ever) have the beard or scarf for that.

He ended up in the common room because that was the next best thing to going into town. This little dinky island had absolutely no nightlife to speak of which was unbearably sad and needed to be changed. Of course, Nathan had no money and no drive to really change that but he'd perfectly happy to encourage someone with a round of applause should they take the initiative.

Nathan clicked on the television and then actually practiced jumping onto the couch. He wanted to see what positions he could contort his body into before landing. There was the flat on your back, flat on your stomach, stretched on your side, tuck 'n roll, ass down, and swan dive. Eventually, he stayed on his stomach, head pillowed on his arms while he watched whatever the fuck was on the television.

So much for his energy. He was fickle like that.

[Open, yes]

The Roof; Friday Evening [ 01/28 ].

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

Class today had left Alexander in a certain, quiet mood, and, to be honest, he had difficulty knowing what to do with himself. Everything felt a little empty for a while, and so he ultimately found himself up on top of the dorms, breathing in the cold air from the roof and looking out to see the stars through the clouds. He sighed as he sat down, looking up at them just as he remembered looking up at them to get him through so many years in Manannan's tower.

And although he was feeling very much like Gwydion that evening, looking up to the sky like he had then had him thinking that if a mere slave in a faraway land can one day become a prince, then maybe it wasn't so far-fetched to think that that prince may find his princess in a faraway land, too.

"Cassima," he sighed quietly, mostly to himself, and then went back to being roof emo looking at the stars.

She was out there somewhere. She had to be...and he was just sitting here, dreaming about it.


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