#rowan 002.

[ulyflynn]

closed for: @lonelyhcart

where: corn maze

"Motherfucker, I swear to God," Uly says threateningly to the leaf blade of a corn plant that incidentally touched his shoulder for a second time in twenty seconds. It may have been due to the wind more than malicious intent, but that doesn't make Uly any less inclined to use the switchblade in his pocket to saw through the stalk.

"Rowan," He yells again, patience dwindling as he took another turn further into the maze. At 6'5 it was easy to see over even the tallest ones, but that wasn't making it any easier to see the MIA blonde, "Where the fuck are you?"

[reinathane]

CLOSED / @rothane​ LOCATION: Rowan’s home TIME: June 13th, around 4pm

The day was supposed to be fun. It’s Maddie’s birthday and the whole family plus a few friends have gotten together for it, and from the start of the day the little girl has been absolutely beaming. She loves her gift from her Aunt Ray and Uncle Jason — a blue toy Range Rover to match Iris’s pink one, a gift Reina had picked out by herself although her husband had of course insisted on taking partial credit — and for a while, things had been going smoothly. There’s alcohol around for the adults, though, and Reina should have known that as soon as her husband got a few beers in him, things would go downhill. The girls didn’t mean to run into him with the car while zooming around on it, but it’d caused Jason to spill a little bit of his beer which then had him raging at the two of them like they’d just hit him with a real car. So of course Rowan had been angry, a screaming match had gone down in the kitchen and Reina had to physically drag him out of the room and tell him he needed to leave, which caused even more of an issue.

Jason’s way too drunk to drive but he storms off anyway, revving up his bike and swerving out of the house as soon as he can. The whole situation has left Reina feeling drained, and when she goes back to the kitchen to find Rowan still standing there, she can’t do anything but run her hands over her face and lean forward on the countertop to just collect herself for a moment. “He left,” she mumbles, an uncharacteristic sound coming from behind her palms but she can’t face her sister, at least not yet. It’s not like Reina to apologize but she knows she needs to for this, at least on her husband’s behalf. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why he thinks he can pull this shit — at Madison’s fucking birthday, no less.”

[celayawitcher]

starter for @rowanmaxim.

where: the alley of the comedy keep idk

when: aventia is dead and gone

note: i love my comedy clown

Homeless again? Girl, the vibes are rancid. Despite the countless hours of culling darkspawn and fighting for Aventia, the city fell and masses of allies crumbled beneath their pull. Much like a dancer who'd dropped their craft, the moment she'd picked up a sword again Celaya had dashed intricately through the battlefield but it hadn't been enough, Aventia crumbled beneath their efforts and Celaya had no idea what step could be next for her to venture towards.

Rowan was a friend, in the loose term of the fact that he'd somehow trusted her for comedy advice, and yet the witcher found herself sitting outside the alley of the Keep hoping he had a set and that he'd soon come out for his habitual smoke. She probably reeked of blight and the blackened ichor of darkspawn but it's not as though she'd anywhere to go; Celaya may have fought for Araceli's home, but it did not fix the strain that what she was had caused.

The side door creaked open into the alleyway, nearly perfectly timed, Celaya sat on a wooden barrel of emptied mead as she tried to recuperate, "Figure out any new material yet?"