#rowanstarter

[demonguerrero]

@rowanivar location: flirt notes: your favourite bad influence

The kind of people that went to strip clubs in the middle of the week were a bit sadder than those who congregated at the end. Busy or slow, Arturo didn't really complain, he'd spent what had felt like thousands of years in hell, a bleeding tree in a forest of damnation. Eighteen years he walked the earth again and he'd yet to lose the taste for it, blood, violence, and hellfire were comfortable companions for someone who'd always been so close to hell.

A witch, alone in a crowded bar, surrounded by demons. He looked vaguely familiar, he might have been attached to one of the staff, or maybe someone in the crowd. Still, there was a lot to smile at in a place like this and depression wasn't allowed unless it started paying rent. "Hey man, keep your chin up," Arturo slid the shot towards the solitary witch, he didn't really have one but kicking the guy when he was already down would be too easy. He leaned in a bit, sparing the stranger a few minutes as some of his coworkers tended to the crowd. "First one's on the house for the sad looking guys, owner has a zero tolerance policy for harshing the vibe."

[emmawrxght]

@rowanivar​ & @gabriclsanson​ location: an alleyway in Rome notes: gore tw hehe

It wasn’t her intention for them to see her this way, the three of them were meant to meet up but there had been this presence, this allure of magic that had drawn the ghoul in. The act had started out innocent enough, Emma grabbed the individual by the throat as they flailed and attempted to hurl magic at her. Weak, and weakening more by the second, she drained everything that she could take but even that was not enough. Supple, pink flesh, a beating heart, blood that pumped through the individual’s veins. Emma wanted all of it. Monstrous strength snapped the man’s neck before she gorged himself on his bowels and entrails, rabid and feral hands drove the ghoul to sink into his viscera as she shoved fistfuls into her mouth. She realized too late that she was being watched, Emma’s green eyes looked up from her place on the ground, “I’m sorry I-” she looked down at the man she’d just killed, some witch that had just been walking by. “not again I-” She thought she might be sick. 

[alekgray]

@rowanivar​ location: Waffle House notes: he’s doing this because andreas told him to

If you could get past the low growls coming from the waffle house, the fistfight that was going on outside, and the screaming match between line cooks in the back, the restaurant was a decent place. Alek had dragged Rowan out here before he’d started violently cutting into the alpha stack that he’d ordered. The truth was that Alek was just doing this because Andreas had told him to, a witch in New Rome, what a joke. A new one too. That was just fucking weird. Family wasn’t a strong suit of his, so between blue eyed glares the alpha just went back to shoving bacon and waffles down his gullet in the hopes that this would be over quickly so he could tell Andreas that it was done. Put it to rest. 

[micahwright]

@rowanivar​ location: Mystery Ink notes: about Gabriel

It was easy to avoid Emma’s boyfriend when Micah had never met him before, besides a few small doodles he’d gotten when he was high as a kite, Micah didn’t have much in the way of tattoos. The faiman lingered in the shop and found himself a little surprised when he laid eyes on the man who came up from the back, nothing really about him seemed like Emma’s type. He looked... Rough, then again, Micah didn’t know much about his sister from the last decade, in his mind she was still perpetually lingering in her room long past midnight, reading fantasy and imagining a future that would never come to pass. 

“Rowan, right?” Micah offered, this wasn’t really about Emma, she wasn’t a subject that Micah thought he could talk about with Rowan. Maybe not yet, anyways. She was a lump in his throat, a ghost that only appeared when he spoke her into existence. “I heard uh- I heard from Cloe that Gabriel’s been missing for a while. I think I might have an idea where he is.” 

[meekmuses]

Rowan sighed dejectedly, shoulders slumped even more as she took in the scene in front of her. The seat of her bike was wedged in between two branches next to the bicycle rack in the main entrance to the library. The jocks had done it again, or maybe it was the cheerleaders. Or the guy that lived below her apartment that was always scowling at her... Or anybody, really. Rowan knew she was most definitely not liked at the school or around town even if she tried to keep a low profile. And the seat of a bicycle was a pretty important part. She had tried using a ruler to push it out, but she wasn’t close at all. The perks of being underweight and 5′1. 

With another sigh, she looked around but she didn’t see any familiar faces. She had to make it home before Father was home or before it rained... God knew her rickety bike could barely take regular pavement let alone water and puddles. And she did not want to make him angry before a long weekend, whether he was going to work or not. 

So Rowan took one last look around and started throwing her water bottle at the tree, waiting to see if her seat would just fall down.

[emmawrxght]

@rowanivar​ location: the beach notes: can’t believe August didn’t brush her hair

Stumbled away from the heart of the city, Emma dragged her nails across enchanted paths and raked the magic away within. Draped her form across warded gates and dispelled them in a gluttonous feast, a creature approached her - blood hungry and violent, but he neared and suddenly stilled. The strength sapped from his limbs, the speed pulled from his frame as the magic that sustained him fed her. Emma stepped over his withering frame and when she was far enough for him to recover she heard him run off in the opposite direction. The words crazy bitch echoing behind her as he did. 

Full and content, Emma savoured the magic that flowed through her now, washed away the burning feeling of hunger that drove her mind nearly feral. In the afterglow of her feast Emma wondered what had come over her, what she was, what it meant. The man who’d greeted her awakening had given her nothing, no answers, no crash course in what he’d invoked. He grinned, welcomed her back, and then in a flourish of magic she was wrenched from that dark cathedral and sent into the heart of the city. 

Footsteps resounded behind her, there was a name called out but she didn’t recognize it. Emma didn’t recognize anything. This place, the people, it came back to her in bits and pieces, like in her heart of hearts she knew she didn’t belong here anymore. Wrong and broken. She felt something missing, a heart, a soul, a friend, a place where she felt that she belonged. Emma’s hand came to her chest, there was a beat between her breasts and that, too, felt wrong. 

Emma shivered as a chill ran up her shoulders, then all at once there was warmth around them as she felt something soft brush her skin. A jacket. Right, she knew what that was. Emma pulled it tighter then looked up towards the man that had called out to her earlier. “Emma.” He’d said, she liked the way it sounded on his lips, she wanted to hear him say it again. “Is this seat yours?” Emma asked, parked on the beach with her knees pulled up to her chest. She wasn’t sure where she was meant to go, what she was meant to do. 

[emmawrxght]

@rowanivar​

“I thought I might find you here.” Hunched over in the graveyard with a cloud of something that plumed above him. “That is you, right?” Emma asked as she pulled back the other’s mask and saw Rowan’s blue eyes underneath, letting it drop just enough so his mouth was still visible so he could continue smoking. “I’ve seen a few Ghostfaces running around tonight.” She took a seat next to him, idle fears about what she’d waken up to earlier that night - Micah’s trashed apartment, a rager that was out of control. Emma had just left, that was someone else’s mess. The skeletal glove on her arm wound through his in the jacket as she leaned her head against his shoulder. “Do you have any siblings?”

[raffaelexfiore]

@rowanivar location: Mystery Stink (Two in The) notes: tattoo connect

Hoe era was in full effect, and Raffaele knew it well. "The hickey is a dead giveaway, you know." Raffaele pointed out as he moved to take a seat in the chair; he'd been debating for a while on what to get as a way of remembering Kaan; it wasn't like the witch would ever forget his father, and he didn't have a pile of conspicuous tattoos beside the flowers on his forearm. But Raffaele still wanted something small that was thematically correct; it had taken about a week to talk himself out of getting 'Daddy's Boy,' but he'd finally settled on something to go on his wrist, a wine glass. Half full. "Someone's been sleeping around a lot." Raffaele said it in a tone that bordered on a sing-song; he saw one hickey that looked new, and then another that looked older, but they didn't come from the same mouth. He was an expert at this thing.