#c rowan

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Wichita C Rowan

[camelliafairchild-blog]

matchmaker, if you're open to it! :3 or holy well! whatever calls you!

Matchmaker:

(For an honesty post on what my muse likes about yours.)

She likes that Rowan is sort of unable to be fazed (of course this is not entirely true, as Camellia has learned with the whole Hand thing, but she admires Rowan’s stoicism. 

She likes to think about some alternate world when Caora was Queen and Rowan was Consort, and things were kinder. She obviously very much wishes to be Queen, but the idea of Rowan being a bit of a big sister to her makes her feel nice. It’s a connection to Caora that she still has, even if she cannot ever actually meet her sister.

Some small part of her, though terrified, is morbidly fascinated by the power Rowan has. How they can both instill bits of fear in others (this is not something Camellia will readily admit, even though it might show that she is more Unseelie than some others might believe).

She likes that, for all that Rowan might find her incredibly soft, Rowan is willing to work with her, take her under her wing, as it were (ha ha, Rowan’s an air archfey, ha ha, Emily makes really bad jokes). She likes learning everything she can from Rowan.

She likes that there is more to Rowan than meets the eye.

She likes the way Rowan dresses.

She likes that Rowan cares about Lacha deeply.

Holy Well:

(For a gif moodboard or an aesthetic of our muses.)

I hope it is okay - the aesthetic is forthcoming, because I am a perfectionist and have been busy, but I hope a delayed one is okay. :)

( @iambecomcdeath )

[camelliafairchild-blog]

Harvest Reaping

(For some headcanons about our muses.)

- Camellia’s been aware of her sister for a long while - her urge to not follow in her footsteps has been around since she was at least ten, if not earlier - however, she only became fully aware of the fact that Rowan and Caora were a thing a few years later, and she spent that whole night talking to her photo of Caora and asking all about it - ‘What is Rowan’s smile like?’ ‘What did it feel like to love someone so very much?’ ‘I would have loved to have another sister.’ Shortly after, tiny, twelve-year-old Camellia almost slipped and called Rowan ‘sister’, desperately covering it up the moment the s fell from her lips and she’s avoided thinking about it since, at least up until their conversation at the end of May.

- Rowan’s Wild Hand is Camellia’s most feared thing in the world, and yet in some ways she’s fascinated by it - and she feels some sort of kinship for the fact that the both of them so often wear gloves. When Camellia was little, she’d have nightmares of Rowan killing her, and those still pop up now and again, although less frequently.

- Camellia used to hand-write letters and send them to Rowan asking the older fey to various tea parties when Camellia was a child. We’re talking full on fountain pens and wax seals. 

- I like to think that once, somehow, Camellia dragged Rowan to the Pier and made her ride the carousel. Probably when Camellia was like seven and really into making puppy dog eyes at everyone in order to get her way.

- Like the above, Camellia once braided Rowan’s hair when Cam was about five years old and tried to put flowers in it, but Rowan refused and that resulted in Camellia storming off (although failing in doing so, because her storming off is often fairly graceful). A few hours later, Camellia found a way to pick a bouquet of thorns and wrapped some sort of silver tinsel-like things around them and left them where Rowan could find them, without a note.

- Camellia playing the piano and a pre-teen and Rowan listening by the door but not coming in, yet both of them perhaps silently aware the other knows they are there.

- Especially now that they’ve begun to talk more/been more open with one another, Camellia would love to have Rowan be her future child’s ‘godmother’, or the fey equivalent. Because she will live to have children, absolutely and no matter what. 

( @iambecomcdeath )

[knight-mahalath]

Claimed || Mahalath&Rowan

Seryth may have gone underground, but that didn’t mean the clan ceased operations. One of their main goals for the time being was to increase Seryth’s revenue and secure resources. Baalzebub was cautious for a demon, but he sought to make sure that the clan had as much coin at their disposal as possible. The more control they had in the markets, the better. Anything they needed when war broke would be already in their grasp. Her leader had already been setting his pieces on the board well before the game began. 

That’s why he needed Mahalath. Between her skill and elemental prowess, she could land a kill and make it completely untraceable. She could make an assassination appear as natural as ever. In the colder months, fevers and sicknesses sprouted like weeds, the ones she caused would go unnoticed. No one would suspect anything, not even poison as the culprit. All it look was a single touch and her target would find themselves in death’s embrace. 

This night would be no different. Her target was a middle-class woman, the sole owner of a fairly successful spice company. Seryth wanted a claim on her business, but she refused so the next step would be to take it by force. Mahalath didn’t make a sound as she climbed through the window of the two-story Brailston home. Using the wind, she practically floated into the space and progressed down the hall. So far, things were running pretty smoothly. No one seemed to be awake, the wood of the floors didn’t even sigh as they do in dead silence. Still, Mahalath couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going to go wrong. 

[fightersxlovers]

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Rowan: love me gdi

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Rowan: come over and watch documentaries with meeeee Rowan: ill make u homemade pizza Rowan: &&let you stay the night if you want?

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Rowan: did you remember to brush your teeth?

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Rowan: so i listened to viking metal today