I think it’s incredibly rude that science has not advanced to the point where we can make fictional men real. I think making fictional men real should be the next step in scientific evolution and I have a list of men that they can work on making real if they’re taking suggestions.
Okay! Here’s part 2 of the Rowaelin prompt I posted this morning!! As always, my inbox is always open. Part 1 is here for anyone who missed it and wants to catch up. (I promise this is much less angsty than the last one)
Seven hours later, Rowan was sitting in a hard plastic chair in the waiting room, anxious to hear anything about Aelin. He’d been pacing for hours after she’d been wheeled to surgery. The police had already questioned him, their friends had been called, and the longer he waited, the closer he got to losing his mind. He couldn’t get the image of Aelin lying in a puddle of her own blood out of his head. If he hadn’t gone to the gym, he would’ve been there and this never would’ve happened. If he hadn’t done an extra set, he would’ve been home in time. If he hadn’t got caught at the office, if, if, if. He kept going around in circles in his head and it was killing him. Just as he got up to start pacing again, a doctor finally came through the doors and for a heartbeat Rowan’s entire world stopped.
“Mr. Whitethorn?”
“How is she? Is she okay? Can I see her?”
“She’s alive, though not in great condition. She lost a lot of blood, and she had a punctured lung and a lot of internal damage when she got here. We were able to stabilize her and repair most of the damage, but she’s not out of the woods yet. There was some head trauma, and we’re not 100% sure what kind of long term effects there will be from that.”
Rowan had been through so many shocks in the last eight hours, he didn’t even know what to make of that. He silently followed the doctor to a small hospital room, and when he got there, seeing Aelin laying there broke his heart. She looked so small and fragile, connected to all kinds of machines. Everything about her seemed dull, her hair less bright, her skin sallow and almost gray. Even her eyes seemed to be sunken into her face. Rowan pulled up a chair next to her bed and grabbed her hand. She didn’t move, didn’t react, but Rowan held onto her hand as if it were a lifeline in a raging storm, as if he was drowning and holding onto her was the only thing that could keep him afloat.
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Aelin still hadn’t woken up. It had been four days, and Rowan hadn’t seen her beautiful blue eyes, or heard her laugh, or just been able to hear her voice, and he was dying a little bit more every minute. The doctors had no answer, saying her body needed time to heal, and they weren’t sure how long that would take. Rowan understood, but still. He’d never been the most patient person in the world when it came to Aelin. They’d been dating a little over a year, and from the first moment he saw those turquoise eyes, he’d been gone. She had him wrapped around her finger, and all it took was one word from her and he would do whatever she asked. It had been that way from the beginning. He truly didn’t know how he ever lived without her.
Rowan sat there thinking about the light and love she’d brought into his life, and tears started silently running down his face. He grabbed her hand and held it to his cheek.
“Aelin, I know you probably can’t hear me, but please wake up. I know you’re in there somewhere. Just come back to me baby. Please. I miss you. I miss hearing your laugh, and seeing your smile, gods I even miss you giving me shit when I do something stupid. I love you so much Fireheart. Come back to me.” He pulled out a little velvet box as he spoke and opened it, looking at the large emerald ring within. “Look, I even bought you a ring. I was going to propose the other day, before this whole disaster happened. And now you can’t even open your eyes and look at me. Aelin please. Just wake up. I’m sorry I wasn’t there that night, but I promise I’ll be there from now on. I know I’m not perfect, but you make me better. You helped me find light and joy again. I just-“
Suddenly Aelin gasped, her hand tightening on Rowan’s. She coughed, and then her brilliant eyes were open and fixed on Rowan.
“What was that about a ring?”
Rowan made a choking sound and almost launched himself to sit next to her on the side of the bed.
“How are you feeling?”
Aelin winced. “I suspect I look as bad as I feel.”
“You look beautiful as always Fireheart. Do you need me to get you anything?”
“No, but maybe you can finish what you were saying about that ring?”
Rowan let out a quiet laugh. “I was just telling you that I bought you a ring. You know, something to bribe you into waking up. Apparently it worked.” He winked at her.
“Oh please Buzzard. Let me see it.”
Rowan grabbed the ring where he had set it on the chair and held it up for her. “Do you like it?”
“It’s perfect.” A single tear rolled down her cheek as she looked up at him. “Ask me.”
Rowan looked into her turquoise and gold eyes, and saw forever stretching out in front of them. “Aelin Galathynius, keeper of my heart, will you do me the immense honor of becoming my wife?”
“Yes. To whatever end,” she breathed.
Rowan cupped her face and kissed her deeply, then slid the ring onto the third finger of her left hand, where it would stay for the rest of their lives.
I feel offended that you ask me, who has highest Points in Slytherin House, who have been on your Slytherin meeting, who brother went in same House, who have been in Slytherin for 3 years, that you ask me which house you are head for.
I’m lonely, over emotional, and just want someone to cuddle me while I eat ice cream. And yet I have so much work to do for school and I just want to cry rip me
