Jonathan Maxwell-Courtyard of Saint Valerius
Summers at Saint Valerius were always a time marked by their surprisingly warm and sunny weather, markedly different from the usual storms and rain that pelted the area.
In one of the many courtyards that were hidden around the castle-inspired school, a lone young man lay stretched against the lovingly tended grass that made up the center of the walled-in territory, happily basking in the comfortable sunshine.
The surprising warmth of the day was mirrored in Jonathan's careless, cat-like smile. He'd moved up a year a few days prior, making the welcome reprieve of a few days break all the sweeter. He never had time for his simple pleasures in the rush of his schooling. It was always work, and barely ever play.
But this...? This was good.
Perhaps his family should have spent their money on this sort of relaxation process, instead of the millions his mother had poured into the private masseuses and trained professionals that littered around the main household for whenever times got too 'stressing.'
He arched his back, letting the cool grass rub against his back as he felt the exceptionally pleasing contrast.
Maybe this could get Cyrus to stop having such a stick up his ass.
Jonathan snorted quietly to himself, amused at the fantasy image of Cyrus' laughing face. Like that'd happen.
The lazy noble's thoughts darted away again, too far gone to toy with any of the ideas that required heavy thinking or deep contemplation.
Perhaps Ken'd know what to do about that, the guy always had some sort of idea about 'treating people right.'
His sleepily lidded eyes flickered open as the thought of his friend surfaced, Jon's brow furrowing even as the warm air threatened to lull him back to sleep. With a heavy sigh, the man sat up and blinked blearily in the golden sunlight, turning his head to stare forlornly at the eastern entrance to the courtyard, a single thought now glowing on the forefront of his mind.
They're late.
Summers at Saint Valerius were always a time marked by their surprisingly warm and sunny weather, markedly different from the usual storms and rain that pelted the area.
In one of the many courtyards that were hidden around the castle-inspired school, a lone young man lay stretched against the lovingly tended grass that made up the center of the walled-in territory, happily basking in the comfortable sunshine.
The surprising warmth of the day was mirrored in Jonathan's careless, cat-like smile. He'd moved up a year a few days prior, making the welcome reprieve of a few days break all the sweeter. He never had time for his simple pleasures in the rush of his schooling. It was always work, and barely ever play.
But this...? This was good.
Perhaps his family should have spent their money on this sort of relaxation process, instead of the millions his mother had poured into the private masseuses and trained professionals that littered around the main household for whenever times got too 'stressing.'
He arched his back, letting the cool grass rub against his back as he felt the exceptionally pleasing contrast.
Maybe this could get Cyrus to stop having such a stick up his ass.
Jonathan snorted quietly to himself, amused at the fantasy image of Cyrus' laughing face. Like that'd happen.
The lazy noble's thoughts darted away again, too far gone to toy with any of the ideas that required heavy thinking or deep contemplation.
Perhaps Ken'd know what to do about that, the guy always had some sort of idea about 'treating people right.'
His sleepily lidded eyes flickered open as the thought of his friend surfaced, Jon's brow furrowing even as the warm air threatened to lull him back to sleep. With a heavy sigh, the man sat up and blinked blearily in the golden sunlight, turning his head to stare forlornly at the eastern entrance to the courtyard, a single thought now glowing on the forefront of his mind.
They're late.