#interactions | rowan.

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imessage - Rowan Fowan Fo Fowan.

OLIVER: hey, are you in dallas yet?

OLIVER: i just wanted to make sure you guys are okay

OLIVER: i'm going to feed noodles now, do you need me to get anything from the store for the house?

OLIVER: but if you guys need me to head there i'll hop on a plane too if you need me there

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text message - Rowan.

Oliver: hey.....you ok? i heard you got your car towed :/

Oliver: did jon tow it or no?

Oliver: just curious lol

[whatcould-blog]

VOICEMAIL FOR @rowanfisher.

calling was the better option, or at least it was the one ryan knows she can handle. this feeling inside her was disgusting, it resembles the feeling of eating bad shrimp. her stomach turns, making a strange noise in the process. her nerves stampede over her, her reluctance to face her sister more prominent than anything. there’s an odd kind of inevitability to this situation, knowing damn well she took part in the undoing of her sister and how they were with one another. in truth, ryan might have lost her way in the midst of it all, and lost rowan on the way too. 

either way, she picks up the phone, calling rowan when she knows she would be working. she doesn’t answer, which is expected. it’s what ryan preferred right now, anyway. words might escape her if she had to speak to her one on one in real time. she waits for the quiet beep, and then speaks.

❛  hey, um, it’s me. i know you’re probably busy right now but i wanted to check up on you.  ❜ she pauses, ❛  i know about felicity moore’s house. you can deny what happened, or lie, whatever. it’s fine. i just — yeah, i’m disappointed, rowan. what you did was fucking unreal and she didn’t deserve that. but i’m not gonna lecture you on it because nothing can change it, so i’ll let whatever i’m feeling about it fester and move on like the rest.  ❜ she pauses again, but a sigh sounds from her this time. her voice was becoming a little shaky, her body threatening to cry.   ❛  a part of me thinks i’m not even upset about that, and maybe i’m upset because maybe in reality i’m not your sister anymore. maybe it’s been like that for a long time and both of us are tryin’ to grasp onto this idea of what we thought we could be. i really hope that’s not true, but that’s probably my own fault if it is. but i — rowan, you have such a wonderful family. i know i never told you this, but i really think so. you have people who care about you, people who i really believe would take a bullet for you. that’s really something. ryder, lettie, maddox, and andy. the rest of them too. all i ever wanted was for you to be careful. i wanna see you become a mother because i know you’d be a great one, i wanna see you thrive and live a life that you really want and truly deserve. i guess, i don’t know, maybe i don’t think you deserve this. burning a house, fine, it’s whatever but i guess it’s something bigger from the outside looking in. i don’t want this life to blow up in your face, but even if it does, i hope i can be there with you. i hope this makes sense.  ❜ ryan kinda wants this to be over already, her chest felt like it was on fire.  ❛  rowan, i’m sorry. i’m sorry about just fucking everything. please, be careful. okay, i’m gonna go now. call me when you can. bye.  ❜

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closed starter for @rowanfisher​

yes, he just barged in once she answered the door. yes, he’s panicking instantly. he paces her living room like his life depends on it, hands on his hips. he hasn’t said a word, just moves back and forth and allows his thoughts to run, pounding harshly against his skull.  ❛  fuck — fucking fuck.  ❜ the man mutters under his breath, finally stopping to turn and look over at rowan.  ❛  i should’ve stopped him. i should’ve said something. come on, you can say it. i know you’re thinking it.  ❜ he sighs,  ❛  i really didn’t think he’d get out after a while..  ❜ oliver trails off, now moving to sit in front of her on the coffee table. oliver, by now, was no strange to this type of violence. being in this club meant you had to grow a thicker skin towards this sort of thing, but now oliver had other looming factors attached.   

❛  it makes me feel guilty. you know, that i thought that. i thought i’d have to see him everyday until i died in handcuffs behind some fingerprint smeared plate of glass. but now — now he’s here and shit’s hitting the god damn fan, rowan. i’m on the fucking inside of it too, just in the damn crossfire of it all. now what ?  ❜