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𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 : evening … after dinner , which rowan had missed . 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : the deck of the big house 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : open <33
━━━ ❛ ♡ : 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐔𝐓 runs the camp you live in for almost the entire year , almost every year , that gets to you. maybe. it gets to rowan , at least. they’re currently sat on the deck to the big house , ( an unfinished soda , magically and secretly spiked , by their side ) , already feeling 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 that they get to do this , the view only 𝐟𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 that fire. deep down , rowan worries what people think them and their father do when they go up to the big house. they would probably have to move far , far away if anyone knew they spent one night every other week talking about the 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞 over a game or two of ping pong , rowan even singing a bit for their father every once in a while. it helps if they’re drunk first , which they try to avoid around the punished god. the worries thoughts are 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 as they take in the view again , the distant forest and fields so far , allowing them to convince themselves they are bigger than it all … but they know it’s not true. really , they appreciate the beauty of it all , the 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐭 just helps when , like now , someone 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 and rowan has to keep up their 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.
❛ 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 ! ❜ they call , their tone unreadable , for now. ❛ what brings you all the way out here ? ❜ rowan stood up now , picking up the 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 - 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 soda can they’d nearly forgotten they’d had , leaning their arms over the rail , can still in hand. ❛ ‘fraid visiting hours at the infirmary are over , but i can get you in another way , if you catch my drift. ❜ the threat was vague and unprompted , perhaps it was only a joke … perhaps they didn’t mean it to be a threat at all. their tone shifted to a slightly more clear and friendly one , gesturing with and to the can in their hand … ❛ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 ? 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 … 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 . ❜ / open . ⧽
she usually waited to stake claim in an abandoned corner of the big house but she was already so close and so tired, she figured it couldn’t hurt to make an early pit stop for a little nap. however, her quest for a couch or a cot to fall asleep on was seemingly cut short by the one person who didn’t try to break any walls or pry for any secrets. regardless of how difficult they tried to make themselves, rowan had always been notoriously easy for brooklyn. she quickly picked up their shared tendencies and she’d be damned if she let someone make her play her own game. brooklyn gave a little bow, holding her arms out to accept their greeting. “thank you, thank you. just got back from the underworld. tell me, do i smell death to you?” she’s jokingly, mostly. there was always the lingering self consciousness she harbors after making a round trip visit to her father’s stomping grounds. “always.” brook sighs, climbing up the steps to perch herself against the same railing they were leaning over, “do i look like someone who chooses soda as their drink of choice?”
