Roof, Sunday Evening

[faithandscience]

William wasn't typically given to brooding, but having a physical representation of one's soul manifest was... certainly sobering. To say the least. Yesterday he'd spent the majority of his time by himself (or, well, as by himself as was possible, all things considered), but today he'd felt the need to get out for a bit.

He wasn't quite in the mood for television in a common room, though, so he was up on the roof, Merak the gibbon scampering about the edge, and him not trying to think of the possibility of her falling off it.

[ooc: roof and post open!]