#( rowan001. )

[gemma-devereux]

CLOSED STARTER who: @rowan-dashner where: Gemma's trailer at the Nashville fair

After I Can See You dropped, she wasn't exactly surprised to receive multiple calls and texts from Rowan about it. It wasn't like anyone would find them out- she'd been extra careful in her lyrics to not leave any clues - she knew her fans were fucking detectives, and she didn't need that story coming out right now. Even more than that, she knew Rowan didn't need that coming out, and even though she'd literally been sleeping with him for the entire first leg of her tour, she didn't want his marriage to break up, especially not because of a sexy single she wrote at 3AM once.

Despite the fact that she was on break, she'd been scheduled to perform at the fair, of course, thanks to her label. Gemma, ever careful, would've preferred if they could've met up at her house or somewhere else, but she didn't want to drop that single and then deny him the opportunity to talk to her, so she'd texted him to come to her trailer, knowing there were no watchful fans who would be back there, and anyway, all the trailers basically looked the same, it wasn't like anyone would pick up on it- she hoped. She'd returned to her trailer after she'd gotten her glam done, although she was still clad in sweats because she had time until she had to go onstage.

Try as she might, she couldn't ignore the flipping of her stomach as she thought about seeing him again for the first time since they'd come home. She tried to focus on the present, for the performance, but her thoughts kept creeping back to all the nights they'd spent together - his hand pushing the strap of her shirt down, her hand pressing her room key into his palm. Jesus, she had to get it together before he showed up. She snatched her phone off the vanity to text him, typing out a quick "Hey, I'm back in my trailer, come whenever. I don't go on until 7:30."

[remicastillo]

WHERE: Outside the hospital

WITH: @rothane​

All day Remi had been meaning to try and catch up with Rowan but every time she did one of them was being paged into another room for another patient - she was half tempted to page the surgeon herself just so she could talk to her. The two of them had particularly hectic occupations and so it was rather difficult to catch a break, even whilst on a break. Remi finally managed to get sight of the blonde ponytail and chased after it like a magpie chasing something shiny. “Hey, Ro! Hold up-” she had chased Rowan almost all the way into the carpark before catching up to her, albeit rather out of breath. “You are like a needle in a haystack, I’ve been looking for you all day.” the nurse confessed as she placed a hand upon her hip. “I’ve got a proposition for you, and a couple other people, actually.” Remi gently frowned at herself as she suddenly realised the task at hand required a lot more organisation than she had originally realised. “But first, I wanted to say how great it is seeing you back at work.” she gushed, as Rowan was seen practically as a surgical god amongst the other hospital staff, and especially Remi.

[evelynhalliwell]

for → @rcwanthane​ location: tbd time: february 27th, 1pm

“Why does everyone hate me?” Evelyn wailed, facing down at her food so she could pinch her nose to make herself cry. “I swear to god — if I find out who spread that goddamn rumor about me, I’m going to tear them apart, piece-by-piece,” she cried out. Right then, Evelyn looked up, just a bit, making sure the cameras were catching every tear and wail shuddering out of her.

[scthcarter]

@rowanfisher

Seth was an asshole. It wasn’t a secret and it certainly wasn’t something that was beyond Rowan Fisher. They’d spent quite a bit of time together while she was divorced but now, it seemed as though she was shacked back up with the idiot that she’d been so lucky to divorce all those years ago. To him, she wasn’t much more than someone that he slept with and at least cared about enough to know her last name but that was saying something considering the number of Sirens he’d been with. Still, he couldn’t help but feel as though they had some unfinished business since their affair ended so abruptly. Seth recognized that his gang members had shot her but it didn’t change anything in his mind so when he saw her around town, he hadn’t hesitated to approach her in the street. 

“Well, well, well, she lives, eh? Lookin’ good, Ro, well-- for ya know, dying not too long ago,” he half-grinned. Truly, he felt bad for the woman. She shouldn’t have been the target. Had he been there, the Thanes themselves would’ve been on his list not some former Old Lady. Who the fuck gave a shit about her in the grand scheme of things? Honestly, it was a personal move and one that the Trojans couldn’t fucking afford. And if they were to survive the war, they weren’t going to be fighting Kane’s bullshit vendetta or anyone else’s for that matter.

[skylarxgraham]

For  once  in  what  felt  like  forever,  Skylar  was  actually  having  a  decent  and  productive  day.  He  managed  to  fulfil  all  the  tasks  assigned  to  him  by  noon,  and  in  return  received  a  pretty  decent  bonus  from  his  boss  for  a  job  well  done.  With  some  extra  coin  in  his  pockets,  he  decided  to  treat  himself  to  a  cup  of  coffee.  Maybe  even  a  little  something  to  satisfy  his  sweet  tooth.  Just  as  the  borrower  witch  was  about  to  step  forward  and  place  his  order,  a  semi-familiar  face  cut  in  line  right  in  front  of  him.  His  face  contorted  in  mild  surprise.  Normally,  Skylar  would  be  furious  by  such  a  bold  and  disrespectful  gesture.  However,  he  recognized  the  tall  and  handsome  individual  from  a  frequently  visited  app  on  his  phone. 

To  think  the  day  would  come  when  they  finally  got  to  meet  in  person  instead  of  behind  the  glass  barrier  of  their  phone  screens.  Skylar  grinned  in  amusement  and  decided  to  entertain  the  encounter.  “How  very  kind  of  you.  Hey,  if  you’re  offering  –  who  am  I  to  refuse?”  he  replied,  happy  to  accept  the  generous  proposition  and  save  a  few  bucks  to  use  at  a  later  date.  Possibly  one  of  the  only  few  perks  as  an  omega  were  all  the  alphas  willing  to  treat  him.  He’s  certainly  been  spoiled  in  that  regard.  “A  bear  claw?  Sounds  delicious,”  the  shorter  of  the  blondes  remarked  and  playfully  licked  his  lips.  “Maybe  a  bit  big  for  me  –  but  I’m  confident  my  mouth  can  handle  such  a  task.  Might  need  to  help  me  shove  it  in  there,  though.” 

“I’ll  pass  on  the  macaroons.  Bigger  the  better,  as  they  say.”  Using  an  old  cheap  trick,  Skylar  casually  dropped  a  napkin  he  was  holding  and  bent  down  to  procure  it.  Rising  back  up,  his  pink  supple  lips  ever  so  subtly  brushed  against  the  werecougar’s  crotch.  He  stopped  for  a  split  second  to  meet  the  alpha’s  gaze,  showcasing  a  pair  of  submissive  eyes  and  a  face  that  looks  delectable  whilst  on  his  knees.  Two  can  play  this  game,  and  Skylar’s  competitive  nature  only  made  him  more  determined  to  win.  “Sorry,  I’m  a  little  clumsy.”  He  cleared  his  throat  to  suppress  a  chuckle.  “Are  you  going  to  be  eating  too?  Or  am  I  the  only  one  feasting  on  such  delicacies  today?”  Skylar  asked,  words  tinted  with  provocation  as  he  smirked. 

closed for @skylarxgraham

falling back into his usual routine, the werecougar was back at the cafe getting himself a coffee and a pastry when he noticed someone familiar out of the corner of his eye. now, they hadn't met in person yet but they had exchanged a few messages over an app and, well, the other was certainly memorable; and certainly worth approaching in public. as he sauntered over, the alpha broke into the line and stepped into place in front of the other and looked down at him with a smirk. his photos online don't do him justice, he's even prettier in person.

"i couldn't help but notice you weren't getting any pastries." his voice was warm, his words lingering on his breath with a drawl as he licked his lips and looked down at the other. "shame really, you're missing out. tell you what, let me take care of your order today so i can make sure you leave here satisified." was he laying it on a bit thick? definitely, but he was having fun. rather than simply calling the other out for the only real conversation they've had, yet, he was trying to make small talk and see if the other was still curious; see if he was playful.

"personally i think you should get the bearclaw," he added on as he reached over the counter to grab the pastry, which happened to be the biggest in their display case at the moment, so he could offer it to skylar. "it's a nice, thick pastry that has plenty of flavor; warms you up and keeps you nice and full too." he was really laying it on thick today. "then again, i don't know. you might not be able to handle it." with another lick of his lips, and that cocky smirk still hanging around, rowan put the pastry back and, instead, grabbed a small chocolate dipped coconut macaroon. "this might be more your speed."

[maddoxxhart]

@rowanfisher

Maddox had been woken up in the middle of the night by his mother’s frantic calls. She’d been sick for a year and visited the emergency department in Olympus more times than Maddox could count at this point but it didn’t get any easier. He was still sick to his stomach, worried this would be their last trip, and usually after about an hour or two in the room with his mother, a nurse would usher him out to grab some coffee or get some fresh air. Being that the Hart family were regulars, you’d think that it would be easier to find the way to the cafeteria. Admittedly, Maddox knew he was a little lost but being lost seemed a bit more appealing than sitting with his mother and letting anxiety eat him alive. 

Peeking around another hallway within the emergency department, Maddox got strange stares from patients and nurses but he continued anyway. Eventually, in a hospital, all hallways led to coffee. “Coffee anyone?” he asked to anyone that would listen, immediately meeting eyes with Rowan Fisher. “It’s like you all want us to get lost,” he half-smiled at the doctor in recognition. He’d known Rowan for some time now and she happened to be one of the only doctors he’d come to like in Olympus. 

[tonydelia-blog1]

@isnotgold

Since it had been such a slow day, Tony figured he could attack the mound of paperwork that had been sitting in his office for well over a month now. It was nothing urgent, but a part of him knew that he should get it over with sooner rather than later. He had been holed away in the office for a little over an hour when he heard the jingle from the bell on the front door of the shop. For the most part, Tony knew each customer that walked through the door. After living in Sallybrook for about 7 years, he’d come to know pretty much everyone living in town. After all, when you’re the only car shop within an hour of Sallybrook, no one really has a choice whether they use your services or not. So, when a new face walked in the door, he couldn’t help but do a double take. “Anything I can help you with?” he asked, trying to keep his curiosity from bleeding through his customer service smile. “You, uh, you look like you’re having a rough day.”

[loganncrowe]

@isnotgold

The days dragged on and on during the lockdown, which didn’t surprise Logan. Even with all of his optimism, he knew that there was little hope the Haunt would pass without great event. Growing up in Sallybrook gave even the happiest of residents a gloomy mood this time of year, and it rang true in the halls of the church. He had been given little time to get ready to be being a room leader, though he wasn’t exactly sure what could have prepared him for bickering roommates and a general sense of displeasure at being confined in the halls of the church.

One resident that caught his eye was Rowan. A relatively new face in town, Logan hadn’t interacted with him much past a few hellos in the bakery and the same kind greeting he gave to each member of his room when they arrived. However, Logan couldn’t help but notice the man’s frequent trips out of the room. The sign out clipboard was covered in his name, and it was beginning to appear worrisome. Logan couldn’t help but hear Alice’s worried voice ringing in his ear, reminding him to be wary of unusual activity. As the man approached once more, Logan offered a gentle smile and handed him the clipboard. “Hey, Rowan, can we...talk outside for a moment?” he asked, already feeling too much like a schoolteacher about to scold a student. As soon as they made it out of the room and the door had slammed shut, he took a deep breath and spoke in barely a whisper. “Are you feeling alright? You know we have medicine if you need anything,” he said, hoping the man wouldn’t take offense. 

[jamiedarrk]

“hey!” jamie called out. he really wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be doing. he was still tired and out of touch from the gas, and one of the last things he wanted to do was to have to clean up the damage. “are you rowan? they told me i had to meet someone named rowan here to help clear the streets.” ( @cfweaponx )

[ruthconnolly-blog1]

“Oh, um ow. That’s certainly... something.” Ruth remarked, looking curiously at... well she wasn’t sure what it was actually, only that it was strange. Hogwarts never ran out of surprises it seemed. She turned to the person next to her. “What’s it for?”

[gemma-devereux]

Gemma was terrified of what would happen if he sat next to her- terrified about what she wanted to happen, but somehow, his response only compounded his attraction, and affirmed to her that maybe, just maybe, he wanted it as badly as she did. She didn't know what to expect coming back to Nashville, if she'd pick back up with Tyler (she had) or if he'd go home to his wife and be perfectly content with his life now that their little stint was over. Her body throbbed with want, and she cocked her head in response to his decline of her invitation to sit, one single eyebrow-raising. She could drop it, guide them back to safe, solid ground, because right then, both of them were teetering on a cliff's edge. At first, she thought, quite possibly, it was just her, just her who stayed up at night thinking about them, writing about them. But the fact that he didn't trust himself set a spark of hope ripping through her chest. It was fucked up- she knew it was- the fact that she craved him so badly, both physically and emotionally, but Gemma was never good at restraining herself from her vices.

"I never said I trusted myself that close to you either," She said, knowing she was shamelessly flirting with him. She was taking full advantage of the fact that they were alone together again, and she knew, if he did sit down, that would be it - she would have to lean over, have to reach for him. And yet, she didn't try to keep him away, if anything, she wanted him closer to her. "That still doesn't mean you can't sit down," She added, her tongue swiping out to dampen her lips. She had no idea how they'd gotten there- genuinely she only thought they'd meet up to talk about the song, that he might be mad or upset with her for flaunting their relationship like that, even though no one had a clue. Instead, the second she'd seen him, the second they were back together in a private space, all of Gemma's logic had evaporated, and mentally, it was like she was back on tour, every part of her body yearning to pull him closer.

Considering I am the muse. He was right - he was the muse for that song and a million others that Gemma had scrawled in her journal - not even ones about hooking up - love songs, actual, genuine love songs. He was her muse for so many things, and she wasn't even sure that he knew it. "My opinion of the song is pretty biased too," She admitted, dragging her fingertip along the edge of the stitching in the couch cushion she was sitting on, "Considering half of my inspiration for the song is from time I spent under the muse."

Rowan moved slightly as if he was almost about to take a step forward but he stopped himself. Thinking better of it, he stayed where he was. "I think I'm good here. I don't know if I trust myself that close to you." The honesty slipping out before he could second guess if it was the smartest thing to say on his part. But he truly didn't know. Didn't know if he could sit there, inches apart and not let his hand slip onto her thigh. Not lean in and get a taste of her lips that he had become addicted to. They made the agreement to end things and he was going to respect that but he didn't know if he could do that when feeling the heat of her body radiating from being so close. He hated that he had to think about it. Yes, they showed restraint when in public but in these trailers was where they were allowed to be them. Their sacred space. Now even here he had to think about every move. Too focused on what his hands were doing, where before he could just reach out to her. Only careless desire ruling him.

Wandering a few steps over, he leaned against the small countertop of the kitchenette of the trailer. His body appeared relaxed, as Rowan was very cool minded in nature. Yet, his mind was hardly quiet. Questions and desire rumbled together making a mess of thoughts. Her confirmation that the song was about him answered some of those questions but not enough to still anything going on inside him. Was the song simply just from inspiration to a finished chapter? Were they past desires or a current want? Was he a desperate idiot for thinking that she wanted him to reach out after this? "Considering I am the muse, I think that my opinion on the song is very biased." He matched her playfulness instead of letting out any of the questions he had.

[remicastillo]

ROWAN THANE ; 

♣️

She nods at Remi’s words, knowing that the brunette understands better than just about anyone how insane working at the hospital can get. “I saw you runnin’ around like a mad woman at one point. You manage to sit down at all today?” Remi is a good nurse – one of Rowan’s favourites to work the floor with, if she’s being honest. But part of what makes Remi one of her favourites is that she knows the other woman is more than willing to forgo any kind of break or moment to herself in favour of taking care of her patients. They’re cut from the same cloth that way and while she respects the hell out of it – she doesn’t want to see Remi burn out either. Even if it is hypocritical. Her lips curve up into a smile when Remi laughs, though it falters just slightly when she finds out what it is she actually wants to do. “Me and Reina aren’t really seein’ eye to eye these days,” she admits with an awkward laugh, hand rubbing against the back of her neck.  While she and Reina have always been known for their hot and cold relationship, Rowan can’t hide the fact that she’s still upset with her sister. “So as fun as that sounds I’m not really sure how well it’d actually pan out.” 

.

“Uhm, I sat down on the toilet so... Technically yes.” Remi smiled innocently  although she knew that wasn’t what Rowan meant. Sometimes being rushed off her feet at work made other aspects of her life easier to deal with, in a twisted roundabout way. If Remi was tired by the time she got home from work then she wouldn’t have the energy to feel anxious if the Rogues were watching her apartment or if her phone ringing was a call bringing her bad news. So sometimes being tired meant her mind could finally switch off, just for a little while. Although her smile soon faded at the mention of Reina and Rowan’s rocky relationship, causing an odd frown to settle upon Remi’s forehead. “Oh... Oh, okay. Uhm...” she pressed her lips together in a moment of thought. Well she could hardly organise separate girls nights to accommodate the fluctuating relationships in their lives... “Well I’m sure you guys will work it out eventually, right? I mean, you usually do.” Remi tried to reason, and she remained hopeful despite knowing the ins and outs of their fallout. 

[gemma-devereux]

Seeing him in person, actually being able to look at him, instead of pictures of him she had on her phone (in a secret folder, of course) was almost too much for Gemma. She was buzzing from head to too, each nerve ending alight with want, and she wished, more than anything, that they were back on her tour bus at night somewhere between Los Angeles and Santa Clara, where no one could see them and no one expected anything of them.

I'm doing good. It was generic, polite, but it still sliced through her heart in a way that she knew it shouldn't - was he good now, better than he'd been on tour? With her? Gemma knew her thoughts were spinning out like a jealous teenager, but she couldn't help it. She'd been lucky in life, more successful than she could've dared to hope for, but she wanted what she couldn't have. She swallowed hard, tucking her feet up under her on the vanity chair as she looked at him, feeling his gaze burning back into her. Gemma felt her heart stutter when he brought up her single, her breath catching for a moment. The single. The ballsy, suggestive single that she'd written one night while he'd slept. Social media was already buzzing, rumors of who it was about swirling, because as far as anyone knew, Gemma was single. She obviously wasn't with Tyler and obviously wasn't with Rowan, and fans had already begun to speculate which celebrity or male friend it could possibly be, but they were so far off. She'd been so careful, wiping the lyrics clean of any references that could ever possibly be linked to Rowan, to protect both herself and him.

"The new single," She repeated, her voice wavering more than it should've. "The new single that I wrote about you." Gemma clarified, her heart pounding as she stood, moving to sit on the couch, tucking her legs up under her. "You don't have to just stand there you know, I don't have to go on for a few hours," She said, motioning to the couch, to the empty space next to her. Her words were so weighted, so simple and yet meaning a million different things. "So," She began, her heart in her throat. "Aren't you going to tell me if you liked it?" Gemma was toeing the line between friendliness and flirting and she knew it - she knew what this could lead to, she'd known it from the moment she'd invited him to her trailer and yet, she was doing nothing to stop it. Instead, she was leaning into the possibility of what could happen

Quitting Gemma had been torture. She wasn't the kind of girl that you just closed the book on and moved on from easily. Maybe he should have known that. Known in the way he wanted her that she wouldn't be just anyone else to him. They had no loyalty towards each other, but when they had their weeks together, for him it was only her. He had gone on the tour thinking that he'd have some fun with a different person in every city. Yet, when they got involved, she was all that he craved. He yearned for when she could ditch everyone on her team and come to be with him.

The were alone now and instinctually there was a part of him that wanted to reach out to her. To pull at her waist and demand her attention from what she was doing only because he knew how it would make her smile. Rowan wanted to kiss down her neck and hear her laugh about how she couldn't be late. He wanted what they had. Instead the air was stale between them. Something so foreign to how they were. The way she was talking to him, making him feel crazy for wanting to see her so badly. Making him question what he thought the song meant.

"Um, yeah. Good. I'm doing good," Rowan nodded. He stuffed his hands in his front pockets, in part from feeling suddenly out of place, and in other so the temptation to touch her was just that much harder to give into. There was a pause before he spoke up again. "Seems like you're not doing too bad yourself. With the new single and all." He didn't want to beat around the bush. The two had been real and honest with each other since the beginning. Playing some polite meaningless back and forth game with her made him feel sick. Like if they did that what they shared was nothing.

[gemma-devereux]

It took Gemma hearing the door open to realize that her heart was thundering in her chest. She'd sold out arenas, won awards, and walked red carpets, but the mere prospect of seeing Rowan, of being alone with Rowan was enough to set her nerves off. She realized, half a second too late, that her trailer was almost too similar to her tour bus, the small, confined space that she and Rowan spent so many nights and early mornings in together. Fuck, it wasn't like she could take it back.

He was here, she watched him step into the bus in the mirror, their eyes meeting in her reflection. Fuck. She smelled his cologne instantly, even though he wasn't wearing a lot of it - even though, to anyone other than her, the smell wouldn't be at all noticeable. To Gemma though, it was a rush of blood to the head, and they held eye contact in the mirror for, what seemed like, an eternity. It was so quiet, so still, and it was all Gemma could do not to reach for him instantly. Her body yearned for it, a primal instinct.

It had been her routine for such a long time, each night after a show, curling up in the silent and solace of her tour bus with him, and she swallowed hard at the memory. When he spoke, a shiver ran down her spine - she hadn't expected that. She'd expected shock, anger maybe, about the fact that she'd sworn him to secrecy, forced him to sign an NDA, and then went and wrote a song about him. She expected him to be furious with her, but he wasn't. Clearing her throat, she acted like she was fixing her makeup in the mirror, sliding her pinky under her eye, giving herself a moment before she turned to face him, really seeing him for the first time. "I got your texts," She said, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "How've you been?" Gemma hated this- hated what they were now, stiff and almost awkward when all she wanted to do was pull him onto the couch by his shirt.

When he first heard the song, Rowan didn't know what to think of it. While he was hardly the humble-mannered type, he wasn't self-absorbed enough to make any assumptions either. The lyrics were general enough to be a thoughtless fantasy for most but the small details he couldn't ignore pointed in their time together. A time that he missed and wasn't supposed to. Their time was done the moment that those tour buses parted ways and that was it. Yet, that didn't mean she was out of his system so easily. The temptation to text her, call her, find an excuse to see her. The finality of it after so many nights wrapped up in each other was a withdrawal he hadn't expected.

Maybe he should have let it lie but the song felt like breadcrumbs to the connection they once had and now he was headed to her trailer. He wasn't going in wanting anything. He didn't expect anything. Sure the thoughts of touching, feeling her close were not far, but Rowan just wanted to see her. To know that he wasn't crazy in feeling that what was said in her song was hardly a dead desire. He had texted her that he was coming so there was no need to knock so he wasn't caught lingering at her door.

There was that small typical Rowan smirk that pulled just slightly at his lips as he saw her. The sight of her in the sweats brought him back to when things started to get more comfortable between them. "Hey there, pretty girl." He finally spoke up, feeling like he was taking her in too long not to say something. It had been so long since they were alone with each other it was like he didn't know how to act.