#rowlyn

[theoiseaubird]

B-day gift for @manticorablogs of their bby Rowlyn in the were!au

[manticorablogs]

The best or the worst costume idea.

[manticorablogs]

@gangrelfools ‘s Johnny and my Rowlyn...being lil shits.

Istg Row put that away, where did you even get that firework-

[mortimer-hayes]

@manticorablogs cool kidz wear glasses

[mortimer-hayes]

Unlikely Encounter

@manticorablogs (hey im just gonna continue the post here that way we can cut the reblogs in a sensible manner!)

He couldn’t help the parental instincts that suddenly flared up in him as he saw the small ‘child’, a little smile breaking out on Mortimer’s face as he peered down at the other Kindred, even as he was threatening. Though the sight of the Apprentice’s face did seem to deter him, as the ‘child’ put his fist down and looked bashful the moment he spoke.

“Oh! That’s alright!” Mortimer says, waving his hand dismissively. If Rowlyn were in a more suitable body, he would have been much more ready to fight back at the instigation and implication that he was a bitch. He rubs the back of his head in a sheepish way. “I got a common haircut, easy to mix up from behind.”

There’s barely a full beat that passes before Mortimer asks an awkward question: “Where are your parents?”

Afterall, it is late at night, in the city, though more towards the edge of the city, so at least there aren’t many others to cast suspicion around a little kid running around by himself, nor, to be fair, Mortimer himself, who was standing on the sidewalk like a jackass. To be fair, he was waiting for another Tremere agent to appear to take him to the Chantry, seeing as he’d been gone for so long.

[manticorablogs]