heavy checkered winter coat pulled tight over a pastel pink, too large jumper. light grey woolly hat with a bobble on atop over long, braided hair. big, mitten type gloves keeping tooĀ delicate fingers toasty. there was an undeniable chill to the air, and morgan had reacted as anybody would - bundling herself up past ALL sense. she was taking her time walking the streets of paragon, almost excessively so ; each step taken in her huge winter bootsĀ carefully deliberated, all the better to avoid a catastrophic accident. if anyone would have one, it would be her, and if she were going to suffer the first topple of the winter months, it would be when one hand was clutching the strap of her sports bag and the other was holding on tight to the portable ballet bar that she hauled out for private lessons.
she was ACHINGLY self aware. always had been. while morgan could rely onĀ natural elegance on STAGE, she couldnāt trust it to keep her safe in dire times such as these. if there were a single patch of well hidden black ice along her route home, her footfalls would almost certainly find it - and as so, she was taking every precaution that she COULD to avoid a painful tumble at an inopportune time. just five more minutes. five more minutes, and she would be ( relatively ) safe within the walls of her dorm. it was aĀ comforting mantra.
the unfortunate tragedy, of course, was that while she could control her own movements well enough - she had no power over others. five minutes had turned into a projected three when the sound of a bicycle bell from behind startled her, and morgan spun on her heel ; realizing that she was in their oncoming path in just enough time to jump out of their way with a STARTLED, āshit!ā their cackles, audible over the crunch of tire on gravel and icy sleet, was the background music to the rather spectacular events of the next moment. she failed to catch the right footing in time to avoid the fall she had been avoiding, and weighed down by her gym bag, it was over in seconds. the ballet bar clattered across the ground, and she let out a little āhumph!ā sound as her body met the pavement.
āasshole!ā she shouted after them - throwing up a middle finger, though they were now PAST seeing it. further rage bubbled, but she decided to channel it, instead, into the new challenge of righting herself, once more.
for perhaps obvious reasons rowan could never have claimed to like the winter. itās cold, dark and quite simply the opposite of her. which might have gone some length to explain why sheās wrapped in around twenty layers walking back to her dorm from the cinema. she didnāt realise that it was morgan in front of her until she hears an all familiarĀ voice cursing at a vehicle driving past from their new location on the ground. so she dashes forward then. doing her best not to loose her own footing in the process. how embarrassingĀ would that have been?Ā them landing in the ice together. rowan cringed just at the thought.
āmorgan!ā her voice is full of concern as she crouches down next to the other.Ā āyou okay? not hurt anywhere?ā a fall was unlikely to be world ending but it was always better to be safe then sorry.Ā ādo you need a hand getting up?ā
daniel was no stranger to experiencing overwhelming periods of prolonged despair, but whereas in the past he was usually able to put up some sort of front, he currently found himself unable to muster up a fake smile. one minute he had been looking forward to the start of the semester, and the next it felt like his entire life was over. it was tragically ironic, seeing that, his life was far from over. but regardless, the blond had fallen into a depression. chewing on his lip, he hesitantly returned rowanās hug, resting his chin on her shoulder, electing to stay silent instead of answering her question. anything he said wouldāve been a lie. part of daniel wanted to make the most of the time he had left with his sister, spending every second they possibly could together. but while the shock settled in, he just wanted to be alone.Ā āi donāt know ro,ā he whispered, allowing his gaze to drop as he pulled away.Ā āiāve got some homework i need to work on,ā he continued to mumble, a lame excuse to say the least but the best he could come up with.
the worst part of what danny was currently going through for ro was perhaps simply that there was nothing she could do. she was helpless, having to simply be there and take care of him, at least attempting to clean up the mess that her family had made, whilst also trying not to dwell on it.Ā āoh okay,ā she doesnāt want to leave him alone, not if she could help it.Ā āwell iāve got my laptop with me, i could do my work while you do yours,ā she felt bad, just slightly, she could tell that he didnāt want her there, but rowan was simply too stubborn for her own good. she wasnāt about to let him have to deal with this alone, just like she knew completely that danny would have been there for her when she was struggling. it was simply what siblings did for each other.Ā ālook,ā she sighed then.Ā āyou donāt have to talk to me, you donāt have to do anything... i just think you should have some company for a bit okay?ā
@thevalorousā // if there was something that rowan took all too seriously it was her duty as a sisterĀ especially when it came to danny her beloved baby brother. when he was upset ro felt like she herself was hurting and as a result the past few weeks had been hard to say the least. still, if she couldnāt manage to distract him then no one could.Ā āhey piglet,ā she greets gently pulling him in for a hug.Ā āhow are you doing?ā itās a pointless question itās not like anything was likely to have changed anyway.Ā āyouāve got me all afternoon so we can do whatever you want,ā
ā§¼ Ā Ā sophie turner, cis!female, she/her Ā / Ā burning gold christina perri Ā + Ā the sun peaking through the clowds after rain, braided hair, giving things up for your younger siblings Ā Ā ā§½ Ā āā Ā let me tell you a thing or two about ROWAN āROā FOSTER-THORSDOTTIR. the TWENTY TWO year old daughter of THOR & JANE FOSTER is a UNDERGRAD student at paragon academy, and has sometimes been referred to as THE LOST SOUL. theyāve always seemed very CARING & THOUGHTFUL, though iāve heard that they can be pretty QUIET & UNSURE, too. itās common knowledge that they have the powers of PARTIAL ASGARDIAN PHYSIOLOGY & PHOTON MANIPULATION ; guess we shouldnāt get on their bad side, huh?
and so iām finally bringing in a new kid for this version of sidekick! though i have to say blame maeve and rachel because they just let me throw ideas and headcanons at them.
THE LEGEND.
you are born in the heat of a summer admist the summer dresses and the sunlight. you are beloved by both your parents. your mother scoops you up into her arms and tells you about lights and stars burning thousands of miles away. your father tucks you in and tells you stories of your heritage, of asgard and the beautiful rainbow bridge. you were destined to be a child of two words.
you father is an absent figure and so you learn quickly to lean more on your mother. he does not love you any less, but he has a duty to asgard and midgard. it is hard on your mother from what you remember, until after danny is born when you donāt see him for a few years all together. your mother thinks itās easier not to have the constant confusion.
your nickname comes from winnie the pooh of all things, youāre obsessed with it for a period of time, more specifically the character of roo. your mother and your your siblings begin to call you roo-ro because of it, though even that gets shortened to ro over time, and you become more used to that then your own name.
youāre around seven when thor comes back into your life again, though it takes you more time than most to accept him as a father rather than some stranger that you do not know. eventually he braids your hair again, braids to suit any valkyrie. he takes you to asgard, youāre finally old enough to remember it this time. it has a lasting effect on you.
youāre around fourteen when your powers surface for the first time. a light as bright as stars spilling from your hands. no. not stars, brighter than that. youāre the sun, shining brighter and brighter.
itās nowhere as powerful as thunder, at least itās not when youāre not used to it, but thereās something so pretty about it, so distinctively you that you canāt be mad about it.
you get older, spend more time with your fatherās team mates and their children. you learn that not only is your father a prince, he is also a god and a hero all in one. it would have been easy to presume that such knowledge would be settling, that you would simply accept where youāve come from. that was not the case. if anything the knowledge simply leaves you more stranded.
youāve always found yourself it be a bit of an outsider and discovering that you are technically half alien princess. it reinforces your tendancy to isolate, and gives your mother reason to recommend you study at paragon. hoping the other kids might just rub off on you. Ā
HEADCANONS.
the best big sister. if a little over protective. the asgard family is large but honestly that just makes ro happier. sheās a soft family loving girl.
with reference to her sexuality ro isnāt really sure, sheās been attracted to lots of different people so she doesnāt really feel a need to label it.
her powers allow her to manipulate photons a small side-effect of which is she literally shines when sheās happy. (think of the stars from stardust because iām not original)
big romantic energy, even if sheās quiet and just wants to curl up with a book.
WANTED.
crushes/exes/slow burns: all the romantic plots thanks.
in the words of rachel āavengers kids uniteā chances are if your an avengers kid ro loves you no questions asked.
book club? sheās a big reader so itād be fun if she could have some friends to share that with.
more friends in general!! people she could have grown up with, people to help her feel more comfortable with her powers, unlikely duos, give her all of it.
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