#rowan threads.

[motleyscrew]

shit, shit, shit! she’s caught. ro’s been having such a good morning, too. so far she’s gotten ahold of three wallets and one businessman’s very nice rolex. she’s not sure what possessed her to try pickpocketing this massive guy, but she shouldn’t be surprised that she hasn’t gotten away with it. rowan freezes and looks up at him with wide doe eyes - it only adds to the deer in headlights vibe she has going. “uh - sorry,” she blurts as she extends his wallet back to him, “so sorry about that. i’ll be going now.”

@seasreign // discussed starter!

[motleyscrew]

“quiet, qt,” rowan says softly as she glances down at the droid rolling around by her feet. she’s not sure if he’s malfunctioning or if he’s just very much enjoying having a voice today, but he’s been screaming out unpredictable bits of basic every few minutes, and people are starting to stare. rowan glances up at the man across from her and offers a sheepish but apologetic smile. “sorry about him. he gets excited.”

she’s come to tosche station in search of a magnetic ring to fit in the emitter of her lightsaber hilt - of course, all of this would be much easier if she actually had the specifications for the hilt, and not just a few ideas that might work coupled with some wishful thinking. she turns her attention back to the stranger and clears her throat softly. “i don’t suppose you know where i could find magnetic rings small enough to fit in your palm, do you?”

@sunwalker​ // plotted for rowan!

[motleyscrew]

she’s been running for so long. rowan has lost track of the days spent hiding from her former master with nothing but her droid to keep her company. losing matt ripped a hole in her chest that’s slowly rotting around the edges - it steals the breath from her lungs and fills her body with aching poison. she’s not sure how to go on. rowan’s made herself a makeshift camp in the forests of kashyyk, hoping that no one (especially matt) will find her there. she doesn’t want to think of what he’ll do if he finds her.

he’s here. she can feel him, and by the time she focuses on discerning his distance from her, he’s too close for her to run. slowly, rowan rises to her feet and stares him down, her hand clenched tight around the cold metal of his old lightsaber. rowan swallows hard, the orange glow of the saber flaring to life in her hand. she raises her chin and clenches her jaw as she tries to prepare herself for what she knows is coming. no fear, just as he taught her. “master.” 

@saintedevil // the sad star wars shit we plotted!

[motleyscrew]

“oh! finn!” ro starts, eyes wide. her face and hands are streaked with engine grease. she isn’t expecting visitors, but he’s a welcome surprise. “what - what are you doing down here?” she wrinkles her nose as she wipes her palms on her pants and glances around the mostly empty hangar. of all of the places for finn to be, she’s never considered spending time with the mechanics to crack the top ten. “well, while you’re here - uh, can you pass a message on to commander dameron for me? tell him the repairs to his x-wing are almost finished?”

@finaltrooper asked for ro!

[motleyscrew]

“is this seat taken?” rowan hates airports. she doesn’t like people on a good day, let alone when there’s so many crammed into a room she’s not sure if she can breathe. the spot next to the man is the only available chair in the entire waiting area. “hi, my name’s rowan,” she rearranges the items in her hands and sticks her hand out for him to shake, coupled with a wide yet nervous smile. “are you off on a grand adventure today too?”

@peacelonging​ // semi-plotted starter!