lion hearted boy --

the room around us is gone, and the stars feel close enough to touch.

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ungues --

          ❝ I mean REALLY, they get tha short end o’ the stick time an’ time again. ❞ To say Ed lit up is a severe understatement ! Frankly, his entire essence seems to find itself illumed & that radiant coruscate within the flesh of rosy lips showed NO signs of dissipating. A shrug of resignation hoists wide shoulders with the accompanying rustle of fabric. ❝ Just humanity as a whole I think, not knowin’ can be scary for most folk. Even though it’s ‘bout impossible ta know everythin’, LOADS of things we can never even dream of knowin’. ❞ Dazzling ( & WONDERFULLY GENUINE ) grin ; resulting in dimples that strike wide & seemingly infinite divots into his cheeks. ❝ Only if ya want to an’ aren’t busy, ‘f course. ❞  

-- “They really do, it’s just so mean,” Rowan said, a small frown had pulled at his lips. Just the thought of how cryptids got so short changed sometimes made him sad. “I mean, yeah, that’s true. I think not knowing just makes me more curious, like, I want to know everything I can? At least, I want to know everything I can about the things that I’m interested in.” He smiled back at his friend and nodded a bit too eagerly, “of course I’ve got time.” It’d be a lie to say Rowan didn’t do anything, but lately, he had just found himself with more time on his hands than he knew what to do with. He did his best to conceal his excitement though, it was just lunch after all. “Where do you want to go?”

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thatwitch-poppy --

“That sounds almost right, my dearest Rowan. Unfortunately, I can’t seem to recall what that last ingredient was.” She teased, taking the offered cup and motioning for him to sit. “Mhmm…yeah, remembered,” Poppy spoke, after a careful sip of the beverage. “You forgot the peppermint shots, as well as the sprinkling of it on the top. Although, since this try was much closer than all the others, I’ll give you a points for trying.” The witch winked, as they both settled at the small table; taking another small sip, before speaking back up. “It’s been a little while, hasn’t it? How’ve you been, life treating you fairly?” 

-- “Yeah, I denied you the right to peppermint because combining mint and coconut is just a fucking abomination, Poppy,” Rowan explained with a simple shrug. “And I don’t care if you insist that it actually tastes super fucking good, it’s just... So bad. Please don’t ever make me get you or make you that drink again. Once was enough.” It was all joking though, for the most part. While he did believe that peppermint and coconut was a terrible flavor combination, the rest was just playful teasing. They were friends, that’s how their friendship operated, it was Rowan’s favorite thing about them honestly. “It has been quite a while, I’ve missed you. But I’ve been alright, life’s been okay. Just kinda living, getting by, all that. Things get dull around here sometimes, as crazy as that sounds. How’ve you been though?”

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fykaito --

Kaito watched his friend, admittedly impressed by just how quickly he seemed to adapt to the situation. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think Rowan had worked behind a bar before. Grinning widely, he accepted the perfectly poured pint and brought it to his lips for the ultimate test, sipping past the foam to get at the amber liquid within then shooting a hand up, thumb extended to show his approval.

-- Rowan grinned back, giving Kaito a quick hug from the side. It was kind of goofy, almost a little stupid, but it was nice to have that approval. And it was fine since it was Kaito and they were a little more comfortable with each other anyway. “So, I passed the test, anything else I need to know how to do before I cover any shifts for anyone? Or is it a ‘learn on the go’ sorta thing? Just so I’m prepared and all that.”

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severing-angel --

“Since when did you become psychic?” Alexei joked along, smiling warmly at the other man. The surgeon only shrugged again, not really diving into how… nonexistent his romantic life was. Not that it mattered anyways. He had his arms full with Wren and being a doctor, he didn’t need other stressors. Speaking of which… “R-Right… I… I should go pick up Wren from school. You can tag along if you want to see them?” Alexei offered.

-- “Not psychic so much as picking up on a vibe.” Rowan looked at him for a moment longer, knwing that there was something more going on inside Alexei’s head. But he also knew it wasn’t his place to pry, nor was it his place to even be clued in unless he wanted it. “I’d love to see them but uh-- I should... I should probably get home before my parents worry or something,” he said with a small smile. He loved Wren, they were a really sweet one, but Rowan knew that Alexei should probably have some time alone with his child. “Another time definitely though, bring them by the shop sometime this week and I’ll give you both some free treats. As a thanks for the help with my leg, yeah? But I’ll see you soon, Alexei.”

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severing-angel --

“What, because I’m just that easy to read?” Alexei snorted, crossing his arms over his chest as he eyed up Rowan. “I’m not… really someone to flirt with. I’m too busy for that anyways,” he chuckled before huffing in protest. “Hey, and don’t treat me like I’m ancient. I’ll have you know that I am very young and youthful and hip,” he grumbled. The surgeon cocked a brow at the younger man, eyeing the way he was putting more of his weight on the uninjured leg. “You sure? I don’t have anywhere urgent to be right now…”

-- “Nah, I’m just good at reading people,” Rowan said with a laugh. “Alright, well... If you say so. I don’t doubt that you don’t have time, but I don’t think no one flirts with you.” He chuckled softly before nodding to confirm. He really didn’t want Alex to feel like he had to take care of him, it really wasn’t that big a deal after all. If it got really bad he could just grab a cab. “I promise, Alex. Don’t worry about me please? You have your own things. Don’t you need to get Wren?”

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ungues --

@rowanceliis

          ❝ I really got ta thinkin’ about what ya said last night an’ it made me wonder why tha FUCK people gave cryptids such rude names – like what prick thought Bigfoot should be called that ? ❞ Glistening lips are already firing words the very ( instant! ) mismatched irises meet on the other’s frame & the tone that has wrapped the officer’s vocals is one of genuine CURIOSITY. ❝ In Ireland, at least the Dobhar-chú is called that ‘cause it’s a translation of otter an’ dog which is kinda complicated ta explain. ❞ It was all too obvious how much thought Ed had put into the discussion, digits threading unceremoniously through golden tresses as a h u m of contemplation rattled his throat. ❝ E H M, anyway, I rocked up ta see if have ya already had lunch ? ❞ 

-- “And the Abominable Snowman? It’s so mean to him...” Rowan shook his head grimly, taking a sip from his coffee slowly. He couldn’t help but laugh though, he couldn’t believe that he had gotten Eddie so into it. Rowan wouldn’t lie though, he was glad there was someone else almost as interested as Rowan was in something he loved. “That is definitely better though, and really unfair! I think Americans are just extremely terrified of the unknown, which is fair, but kind of rude as well? Like, don’t give things terrible names just because you don’t know what it is.” He was unable to help his smile that continued to widen, “I haven’t, are... You trying to ask me to get lunch with you?”

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fykaito --  

A warm smile graced his lips with the enthusiasm of his friend, always so eager to help out and prove himself, even. He was such a good guy, Kaito adored the little dude. “First, show me how you’d pour one,” he responded and reached above his head to grab a pint glass from the rack. If Rowan was already pretty adept at pouring drinks, then Kaito figured he’d take to the task like a duck to water. “Gotta check that level of skill first,” he surmised, his smile unwavering whilst he held the empty glass towards the younger male.

-- “Alright, makes sense,” Rowan grinned, taking the pint glass carefully and brought it to the tap. He pulled down and let the beer flow into the glass at an angle so not too much foam created but enough bubbled up so that it still had that classic ‘beer mug’ look. Once he was done, he pulled it away and handed it to Kaito. “How’d I do, bossman?”

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severing-angel --

The surgeon hummed in light amusement before shaking his head. “I don’t know about that… I hear there are these things called ‘egos’ that people have. Might make it too big of a deal, if there’s enough flattery, yeah?” he remarked, watching Rowan with careful eyes as the other man stood up. At least he seemed okay, though Alexei was sure it would be painful at least for a couple of days. The blonde laughed lightly, putting his hands up in front of him. “I’m teasing, I’m teasing. I’m not really fond of people flirting with me anyways. It’s just sort of weird to me,” he mused before clapping his hands together. “Alright, you’re all set. Do I need to walk you back, or are you good on your own?”

-- “You don’t seem like you have a massive ego though,” Rowan smirked, giving him a gentle nudge. He leaned on the leg that he didn’t hurt, wanting to make sure that he didn’t hurt himself anymore than needed. “Well, I’m sure you have people flirting with you, or flirting with you in the weird adult way that you guys flirt,” he shifted a bit, looking down at his leg. It’d probably be good for Alexei to walk him back to his house, but he knew that the man had other responsibilities and didn’t need to be taking care of the ridiculous young man. “Oh uh-- you don’t need to walk me back, I’ll be fine, it’s not too far after all.”

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jacksoncarver --

Normally, he wasn’t nearly as callous and irritable as his actions suggested, but with the moon’s influence and the threat of exposure, every trace of the man Rowan had known ( sort of? ) was wiped away. In his place stood a blood-soaked killer, only sparing the young man’s life out of necessity—had he not been well-known, Jack gladly would’ve eaten him. “Don’t ask stupid questions,” he snapped, continuing to drag Rowan along in spite of his trouble keeping pace. If he tripped, he’d continue to pull him along the ground; he didn’t have any time to delay. The longer it took to get to Thanos’ house, the greater the chance that he’d snap—on a night like tonight, nobody ( nobody ) wanted to see that happen. “We’ll be there soon,” he continued, his eerily-glowing eyes scanning the address numbers on the houses as they passed by, the numbers ticking down in his head. 1479, 1468, 1467… it went on for several blocks before he finally reached the house in question, and after pulling Rowan up the steps, he banged his fist on the door as loudly as possible without shattering the wood. “Thanos! You’d better be in there!” he called, his voice much harsher than he meant it to be—he was out of patience.

-- Rowan wanted to stop and ask more questions but Jackson really didn’t seem in the question answering mood. “Okay, I don’t think it’s a stupid question considering you just murdered someone and now you’re dragging me god knows where to do only god know what!” He noticed that they had ventured into a part of town he didn’t venture without Poppy, especially since Poppy was the only really rich friend he had. The houses were massive and ornate and way bigger than any normal person could need. They arrived at a house that seemed to loom overhead, he stared up in awe, wondering what kind of person lived in this house. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, a boy who couldn’t have been older than he was answered the door, that must’ve been Thanos. He just stared at Jackson, not even acknowledging Rowan.

-- “What do you want?” His voice rang, eyes glazed over from... Something? It seemed like he was intoxicated in someway but, also looked just fine, Rowan wasn’t sure what was going on. It was a full moon sure, but he had seen more weird shit than he ever had before. Rowan turned to Jackson and tugged on his arm gently, he didn’t want to make him angrier than he already seemed but, “please tell me what’s going on...”

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fykaito --

Slapping a hand on the bar top, Kaito grinned and met his friends eyes. “No time like the present. Get your tiny tush over here and learn how to pour the perfect pint. Not that I’m gonna ask you to actually work here, but if I need someone to cover a shift and you’re free… you’re so getting a call.” An airy chuckle left his lips as Kaito tugged at the front of Rowan’s shirt, urging him to round the end of the bar and try his hand at pouring. In all honesty, it was a simple task; it was all about the angle after all, but he’d seen his fair share of bartenders mess up in his time. It was kind of hilarious, actually. “Lemme show you how to pour the perfect pint.”

-- Rowan’s eyes lit up as Kaito accepted his offer, he knew he wouldn’t be called in often but he was glad that Kaito was taking him up on his offer. “Alright, cool!” Rowan grinned and came around the bar again quickly. He settled next to Kaito and watched him closely, he knew for himself it wouldn’t be too hard, being a barista generally helped him with weird drink things with coffee, he figured alcohol wouldn’t be too much different. “Go ahead, show me how to pour the perfect pint.”

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astridknox --

“This looks bad I know, but I swear it’s entirely work related and I don’t normally drag around a,      well okay, I think I’m just going to shut up now, that seems like the better option here.” 

-- “So, a work related human skull? Can I ask for an explanation or do I have to be kept in the dark?”

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severing-angel --

“If you look at my face, you can see how closely I believe your lying,” Alexei shot back with a small smile. “Oh, how terrible you snowflakes. Making it hard for me to do anything,” he mock groaned. “And now you’re just trying to flatter me so I’m not as worried about you. Well, I’ll have you know that not everyone’s fond of vintage things,” Alexei chuckled. The blonde raised a brow before waving off Rowan’s compliments. “Now, Rowan, I’m not sure if I’m ready for that big of a step. I mean, you haven’t even bought me dinner yet…” he chuckled. “Heaven forbid you flirt with me, the ancient, vintage surgeon.”

Alexei shot him a warning glance after hearing his plans. “…If I could, I’d make you do lowkey stuff all the time,” he muttered. “Would keep you out of trouble.”

-- Rowan looked deep into Alexei’s eyes with as serious of his face as he could, but he was unable to help the smile tugging at his lips. “Okay, okay, you’re right. I give,” he chuckled softly. “And maybe a bit, but flattering you isn’t all that bad is it? I mean-- everyone deserves to be made to feel good about themselves from time to time.” He slowly pushed himself to stand up and winced at the pain in his leg. He’d be fine honestly, it wasn’t too awful. He was just sad that he couldn’t continue with his original plan for the night. “Hey, hey, I would totally flirt with you if you were like, closer to my age, but you’re not. And it feels kind of weird and uncomfortable to like, flirt with you and not just compliment you which is what I wanted to do.” He noticed that Alexei had mumbled something more but he couldn’t really process well what he had said, it sounded bitter at least. That made Rowan feel bad but there wasn’t too much he could do about that.

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fykaito --

Extending a hand, Kaito tousled the younger male’s hair playfully, his face lighting up with a broad grin. It was endearing that his friend cared enough about the Alpha’s well-being to reach out as he had. It wasn’t unexpected though, Rowan was always reminding Kaito that there was a shoulder to cry on should he ever need it. Such a sweet kid. “You have nothing to worry about, I promise. It’s just some random stuff that you definitely shouldn’t be concerning yourself with,” he responded, dropping his hand to the bar and throwing a quick wink the others way. “It’s all good. And you know me, I potter around that place on my own all the time. It’s way too big for me and I’d be glad of the company. I have plenty of rooms for you to choose from.”

-- Rowan blushed just a bit, he couldn’t believe how kind Kaito was being. It was a bit overwhelming, but he really appreciated it as well. “Yeah of course, I’d love it honestly?” Rowan said, trying to hold back his excitement. “And I can pick up shifts here if you want, to cover rent or anything. I know you said it wouldn’t be a problem but like, I’d feel like I was freeloading, so if you ever need my help here I can start learning how to bartend or something.” He was smiling brightly and it was obvious from his face that he was already excited, even though what he was trying to hide it with his tone.

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chantelevergreen --

Chantel stood up at Rowan’s approach. “Good,” she said with a smile as she looped her arm in his. “I have plans actually. Ya know, wanted to shock and awe you. Prove that I’m totally girlfriend worthy - to myself of course. But I figured you would enjoy my advances anyways and so I’m treating you to lunch at your favorite restaurant.” 

-- “I’m always in the mood to spend time with you, Chan,” Rowan said with a grin, he nudged her playfully before letting her loop their arms together. “Oh yes, I definitely enjoy your advances. Look, if I ever need a beard, for some weird reason, you’ll be the first girl I go too, how’s that? And I’d love that a lot, it sounds absolutely perfect.”

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severing-angel --

“Well, I wouldn’t have to care or worry about you as much if you actually took care of yourself,” Alexei countered, still keep his arms crossed over his chest. The surgeon chuckled softly at Rowan’s remark, noting that the younger man was avoiding his gaze. “You millennials and your things,” the blonde teased, shaking his head in mock annoyance. “Making me feel ancient.”

Sighing, Alexei nodded before letting his arms fall to the side. “I know… You’re very adventurous, Rowan. Just… try your best to be careful. That’s all I can ask for anyways,” he hummed. “You’ve got plenty of time to do what you want too! There’s no need to rush everything. I get excitement, but not to the point where you risk your well-being too,” the angel murmured before clapping his hands together. “Enough reprimanding for today though. What are your plans now, given that you’re all patched up and all?” Alexei asked, gesturing to Rowan’s bandages.

-- “I do take care of myself! I take care of myself as much as any almost twenty year old would,” Rowan exclaimed, though laughter was interrupting him. “Ah yes, us and our very special snowflake things. We’re just the worst. And you’re not ancient, you’re vintage.” He smiled sweetly before nudging him gently, “besides, you can’t be as handsome as you are and ‘ancient’, I’m pretty sure it’s against the rules or something. Not to say that I’m flirting with you, so much as stating facts.” There was a small blush that rose in his cheeks nonetheless, because he realized just how much Alexei cared. He knew people cared about him too, it just kind of shocked him anytime it was made apparent to him. “Uh... I guess my plans are to go get something to eat and go home? I don’t know, I can’t really do what I was planning on for the rest of the night so I guess just... Lowkey stuff now.”

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jacksoncarver --

Part of him had been expecting Rowan to turn tail and run—proof and all—and admittedly, he was surprised that he was tossed the camera so easily. The good kind of surprised, of course… there wasn’t any need for unnecessary conflict. He just had to keep reminding himself of that. Turning the device over in his hands, he frowned at it for a moment before he finally let it drop to the ground, smashing it beneath his foot for good measure. It didn’t seem like the sort that came with an ess-dee chip—whatever that was—and so hopefully any photos of his rampage would be irrevocably destroyed. The last thing he needed was for it to show up on the internet, somehow.

Turning a sharp eye back on Rowan, the frown stretched across Jack’s face deepened. “That’s funny,” he said, his tone dripping with frustration; “I don’t remember asking.” He didn’t have time for human games, especially not when it took all his effort not to tear him apart like the corpse left behind him. “Come on.” Without waiting for another refusal, his hand snapped forward to lock around Rowan’s wrist, and he began dragging him off towards another part of town. It felt wrong, being so exposed when the evidence of murder still drenched his clothes, but he felt he could rely on the curfew ( and the night ) to keep him from being seen.

The plan? Taking him to Thanos. He knew well that magic could get him out of this situation without having to kill him, and with the full moon hanging in the sky it was doubtful that the warlock would fail him now—he just had to hope that he hadn’t left his house, because if he had… well, he decided it wasn’t best to dwell on what ifs. 

-- Rowan wanted to fight more on the subject but when he opened his mouth to protest, the words just weren’t coming. He hated this so much, he hated not being able to speak. It was like he was losing somehow and he didn’t like it. Before he realized what was even happening, Jackson’s hand was gripping his wrist tightly and he was tripping over his feet as he tried not to fall over. “Where the fuck are you taking me, Jackson?” He asked, trying to mask the fear in his voice with his anger. He wasn’t super mad honestly, but he was kind of pissed that Jackson was dragging him along like he was a child and not the adult that he was. They made their way through Bright Haven quickly, Rowan feeling like air was leaving his lungs way quicker than it was entering. It wasn’t good for his mind either, there was still so many things he wanted to ask and none of it was going to get answered before his inevitable death. At least, that’s where he assumed he was headed. Maybe he should start praying, just in case. For safety, for his family, begging for forgiveness for anything he had done wrong? 

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fykaito --

“I live inside my head much of the time, have done ever since I can remember and it’s definitely not something for you to worry about,” Kaito reasoned, a sing-song lilt in his voice as he gently thumped the tip of his index finger down against the end of Rowan’s nose. The kid had his own problems to worry about, he didn’t need to adopt the Alpha’s as well—he’d never stop worrying then! And he was young, he should be having fun, not be overly concerned with Kaito’s problems. “Your parents want you out so bad, you can move in with me. I potter around in that big old house myself and… to be honest, the company would be appreciated, sometimes. You’d pretty much have your own section of the house.” Shrugging with his offer extended, Kaito grabbed a cloth and set about wiping up some spillages. “And with me, rent wouldn’t be a concern for you.”

-- “I know you do and I don’t like it,” Rowan pouted anyway. He scrunched up his face at the action, not really knowing how he felt about it. “You’re my friend, you can always talk with me.” He shifted on his stool, shaking his head as Kaito offered. It was such a sweet offer, but he didn’t know what to do about it. He knew he should move out but... He felt like he’d be invading on Kaito’s life, even if he really wasn’t. “I uh-- I mean-- like, if you’re sure about it, I wouldn’t mind it... I just don’t want to invade or anything, like-- it is your space after all.” Living with Kaito didn’t sound too bad though, it actually seemed quite favorable, especially considering his family had seemed to be getting fed up with his nonsense.