The Roof, Thursday Night

[stykera]

The roof wasn't somewhere Stark went often. It seemed like a good place to emo think tonight though. He was tired of his room for the time being, and this was less likely to be crowded than a common room. And it was nice, sometimes, to be able to look up at the stars, even when they were partially hidden behind clouds.

So he was sitting quietly near the edge, knees pulled up to his chest, trying not to think too hard about anything.




[Open, as these things tend to be]