` ✦ CLOSED STARTER [ . . . ] written for @thclastlight / the park , four and thirty in the afternoon . ft. uriah marshall .
the moment she had decided to take a break and go for a stroll in the park, rowan never imagined the sight that would receive her. yet it was there, clear as day, even through the smoke of the alight cigarette between her lips that was quickly forgotten because of it. her heartbeat spiked wildly until it thrummed between her ribs like a rampant hoard of horses, and rowan approached slowly, eyes slightly watery, an uncertain smile grazing her countenance. " u-uriah ? " the inquiry was nothing but a whisper, weak and as watery as her doe-like orbs. " man… what the fuck, what— god… it’s really you " they finally exhaled, tremulous and elated — it had been so long since the last time they saw each other, despite the efforts, that if it weren’t for the shock that had glued them to the ground, they have thrown themself into his arms. however, as they processed what their eyes were seeing, the joyful expression shifted to confusion and reproach, wrinkling their eyebrows in the process. " wait, wait. why are you here ? what are you doing here ? "