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you swear to swallow the sun as my blood dries in your mouth, raging against the light. rowan lonan. mutant. darkness manipulation. twenty - four. currently in: new york city.

[lxhnsherrs-deactivated20160704]

Insomnia was never a walk in the park. Erik knew that the moment he closed his eyes, memories would come flooding back. It was best to stay awake. He wouldn’t have a thing to worry about if he simply stayed awake. Tugging on his coat and tying his scarf tightly around his neck to ensure maximum warmth, Erik decided an early morning walk would be the next best thing. With a travel mug of coffee tucked safely into his coat pocket, Erik leisurely strolled through the park as the sun began to rise, finally taking the time to appreciate his surroundings. 

After an hour or so of aimless walking, Erik settled on the first bench he laid eyes upon with a tired sigh. Whilst his body was young again, he was still seventy-nine at heart. Some things would always be tiring no matter what. Tugging his mug from his pocket, Erik took a sip before his attention was required elsewhere. “I’m sorry?” He asked with a frown, glancing over at the stranger. “I didn’t see your name etched into it, funnily enough.”

[darkrowan]

Her eyebrows knit together in confusion before looking a little taken back by his reply. People didn’t usually reply to in such a way. Raising a brow at the man she questioned him. “Since you don’t know my name how would you know if it was etched into the bench or not, and on that note, did you even look?” To be completely fair, her name wasn’t etched into the bench, and it probably never would be. She just wanted to make a point to this man. Why, was beyond her, but she couldn’t help herself. She supposed it was in her nature.

[plxntisms-deactivated20180331]

     “…”

[darkrowan]

“Alright, Alright fine... Can I at least take you to like a clinic or something so you can get patched up? That might infected, that would suck.”

[darkrowan]

@lxhnsherrs

On Saturday’s in the early hours of the morning Rowan got into the habit of running just as the edges of darkness creeped away from the sky and the light began to seep through. This was around the time she needed to get to sleep, so running usually made it a lot easier to sleep through the afternoon. She would sleep until around 4 or 5 when it was easier for her to be awake, spend whatever time she could with Jasper, before making go to sleep with all 61 of his cats and getting off to her odd nightly jobs. 

She let her thoughts over take her as she jogged to her usual bench to watch the sun rise over the horizon... What she wasn’t expecting was someone to be sitting there already.  Her brows furrowed as she jogged in place next to the bench before she stopped and her arms crossed over her chest. “You’re sitting on my bench, old man.” Who let  her out of the house without her personal filter, had really made a mistake that day.

[plxntisms-deactivated20180331]

     “I’d rather not talk ‘bout how I cut my nose open, thanks.”

[darkrowan]

“Okay. You got it. We can talk about that black eye if you want.”

[cfmusings-blog]

                                    we are all  S T R A Y S ;

                     searching  for homes

       ( inside ) each other .

[jasperclark-blog]

“You sure you wanna go with that card?” He glanced down at the deck in his hands, smile broadening at the small crowd ( by small crowd, there were only about two or three other people watching ) that had gathered nearby. “I mean, there’s no wrong answer, but I’d nudge you more toward the hearts – personal opinion.” 

[darkrowan]

“You know that doesn’t work if you tell people what to do.” Her voice was a whisper as she stood next to her friend smiling as he did more of his dumb party tricks on the street. ( they really weren’t dumb, they were kind of cool, especailly when it was jasper doing them. ) When the woman chose the heart card, Rowan sent her a wink then looked at Jasper. “Go on, do your magic, Mr. Clark.”

[chimichangaman-blog]

“Oh those Mariachi bands are the worst. But no one has demanded for their heads yet so nothing I can do. Unless you want to give me the job?” Wade paused, “No? Ah well. Bad fish is also something to avoid. Actually bad food in general. Chimichangas and pancakes are something to embrace though. And puppies, kittens, or baby animals. Those are precious.” He tilted his head to one side, “Uh, so what’s your name?” 

[darkrowan]

In-between it seemed he was. “I’d love to you give the job, but I have no money, and I don’t know how to cook so I’m kind of useless in the job giving department.” Nodding along to his words she smiled a little when he talked about baby animals, he really was strange kinda dude. “I’m Rowan, and yeah baby animals are great, I think I like pancakes more, but both are good... What’s your name?”

[jasperclark-blog]

“Are we calling them death bots now? I was voting for Those-That-Must-Not-Be-Named, but that might sound like something a boy wizard’s going to vanquish any moment.” 

[darkrowan]

“You’re so dumb.. Also yes death bots, seems most apropos.” Rowan reached out and laced her arm through his and leaned her head against his arm and let her eyes fall shut. “We should have picked Seattle... We should have picked fuckin’ Seattle.”

[chimichangaman-blog]

“Hmm?” Wade turned to look at the girl, raising an eyebrow underneath his mask, “Oh! Oh, those things. Yeah they are gone for now. Nasty little things are they?” Swinging his sword a little, he put it away before looking at the girl, “You know that they can smell fear right? Well no. That’s silly. They don’t got those kind of senses. But showing that you are trying to avoid them gives you away.” 

[darkrowan]

Rowan visibly relaxes and nearly misses the other parts of what he’s saying. He was strange, and she couldn’t tell if he was a hero, villain, or something in the in-between but he seemed.. Okay-ish. “I try to avoid a lot of things, not just big scary death bots.. Mariachi bands on the subway for instance, cops never seem to rub me the right either, on coming traffic’s a good one to.”

[darkrowan]

“  — Are they gone?” She waited for a response and when it didn’t come quick she gestured tall with her hand before looking around again. “The big death bots, are they gone?” They should have made their home in Seattle.

[lostcap]

There are a thousand theories for all our infinite possibilities. My favourite is this; Behind every constellation, there is a pathway to another you and I.  Every star is another story, every night a different sky. Antares - You swear to swallow the sun, as my blood dries in your mouth, raging against the light.Castor - The sea lives in our lungs. We inhale,  we exhale, I drown as you breathe. We end, to begin again. Vega - I damn you, as I devour you, for turning all my prayers into pleas. There is this, beyond every somewhere, we still exist. More than lovers in all but touch, more than poetry. And when we die, perhaps the stars before our stories will grace our skin with a goodbye kiss from another sky.

there are a thousand theories, we are only one | p.d (via lostcap)