#c: rowan thane.

[andythane]

-- ROWAN THANE

when + where early evening, the thane family’s lakehouse 

@rothane​

This all feels too good to be true. They’d seen the adoption agency, and rather than turn them away at the door -- They were able to sit down with them, talk, and actually find out if this was a viable option for them. While it’s not illegal to turn away a family if one parent has a felony, it certainly has never opened any doors for him. So Andy’s happy to take anything -- And after a lengthy conversation about why he went to prison and ‘what he’s learned since’ (and a much more watered down explanation of what the club is and how he ended up in the state pen), they got the green light. So naturally, he and Rowan gathered the family for a weekend at the lakehouse, feeling like that was the only proper place to announce the news. Plus, the kids were more than happy to go on an impromptu trip. 

The announcement went well, and the response had been much better than when they told their family they were going to try for another kid. It didn’t surprise him, knowing that was their best option when it came to expanding their family. A celebration is fitting -- He pops a bottle of champagne for him, Rowan, Reina, and Jer, wanting to enjoy the lightness of this all. Fostering (and adoption after, hopefully) could still go sideways, leaving them to deal with yet another devastation. Andy tries to ignore the voice in the back of his head telling him that it’s not going to end well -- Knowing that it’s just his own paranoia and anxiety speaking, not the actual truth. The actual truth? They had a real shot with this, they just had to wait and see where this takes them. 

For now, he’s going to enjoy the celebration -- Push his own concerns further away with each drink. He pours two glasses of champagne, one for him and one for Rowan, before finding his way to her. “Hey, stranger,” he smiles, holding the glass out for her. The grin he sports isn’t going anywhere, with him more than happy to celebrate the good news. While he’d done his research and hoped for the best -- The realist in Andy knew they had a slim, slim chance of this working out. So the fact they’re actually able to start this journey still feels like he’s dreaming, and that he’ll wake up tomorrow morning and they’ll be back at square one. “I’d say that went pretty well. Even if this still feels -- I’unno, surreal,” he starts, before a laugh light follows. “The champagne certainly helps, too.” Andy holds his cup for a cheers, before taking a sip. 

[unfortunatescn]

@rowanthane​

He’d barely slept since he’d returned home from the police station, finding himself watching the ceiling fans spin rather than able to drift off to sleep. All he can think about is the interrogation room, the questions they fired at him -- Lettie, the murder, the bruises around his throat and the reason he’s limping. It’s the expected list of questions, asking why he’s injured, where he was that night, etc. He gives the bare minimum, refusing to speak until his lawyer is present. He knows too well how all of this works -- They’re trying to scare him, to get him to panic and say something when they mention his family, when they bring up Rowan raising Benny alone while he’s rotting away in prison. He’s been through this scenario too many times to count -- Sometimes with Henry Fisher himself, in the time when he’d committed petty theft as a teenager. He’s done this song and dance enough times in his life to know just what to say, how to hold himself, who to push and when to stay silent. It mostly turns into the latter, this time around having turned into a stare down with the ATF agent sent to interrogate him. 

Andy’s always done well to keep his cool in front of most people, to hold his poker face and not let anyone into what he’s thinking. There’s only a couple of people who see past it -- Mostly being Rowan, who seems to be more observant than he is. He’d spent roughly twenty-four hours to the dot in the holding cell, him and Maddox (with a surprise appearance from Ryder by the end of it) on a rotation for interrogation. And then -- It was over. One of the ATF agents unlocked the door and said You’re free to go, without another word. The second he’s in the car with Rowan, his hand holding on tightly to hers, his head begins to swim. It’s as if he’s been holding his breath while in the holding cell, and now -- He can come up for air again, and now let himself drown in the aftermath of it all. There’s a reality that comes with it all, knowing that they only let him and Maddox go because they got something out of Lettie. He knows where this is headed, that she’s surely going to be the one to be hauled off to jail because of a choice he made. Not to mention, the threat of CPS arriving at their door after his arrest is bound to become a reality, given that they want nothing more than to see Andy trip over his feet and give them a reason to take Benny out of the hands of his felon uncle. 

No matter how this all plays out, someone loses -- Whether it’s him, Rowan, or Lettie, or a cruel combination. He can’t help but take responsibility for it, bearing the weight of it on his shoulders knowing that none of this would be happening if he had just sucked up his pride and said no to the job. No amount of money was worth this. That night had blown up in his face in a way Andy had never seen, easily up there with the job he’d botched and gotten sent to prison soon after. He knew that was a different case, but either way -- The consequences were greater than the guilt of taking someone’s life for a pay day. It replayed in his mind each night, as he tried to go over each detail he could remember. Each time, his mind drifted back to Lettie and her inevitable fate -- She’d be sent to trial, and convicted soon enough if the ATF had any hand in it. He had a feeling they’d be quick to push her getting locked away, hoping for some sort of payday for having gotten something out of this bullshit set up in Olympus. 

Tonight was no exception compared to the last few, there was a dull throb from his leg (Getting off of crutches and insisting he was fine typically came back to bite him in the ass by the end of the night), and thoughts of Lettie’s arrest filling his mind. He could only analyze the situation so many times before his imagination takes hold, creating even worse scenarios for this turn into it. He makes a mental note to get into touch with his contacts in the women’s prison, to cover his bases if she ended up behind bars for the long haul. His eyelids feel heavy as he watches the ceiling fan spin, an arm anchored around his wife. His free hand absentmindedly strokes Rowan’s hair as she sleeps, finding a comfort in having her curled into his side -- Though it doesn’t last long before he’s consumed with his own thoughts again. Part of him wants to wake up Rowan, to hold her close and tell her every thought running through his head. But there’s something that stops him, not because he’s worried she won’t understand -- But that his own pride won’t let him be open, still finding it difficult after nearly two decades by her side to be the one to initiate conversations like this. Instead, he remains still, trying to focus on his breathing or the feeling of his hand stroking her hair to distract himself. 

It doesn’t work, though. He’s left still staring and awake, before he finds himself moving slowly to get up. Maybe a glass of water and a short walk will be enough to get him to relax and let his shoulders down. Slowly, he untangles himself from Rowan, careful not to wake her or bump his leg while getting up. Christ, he’d never slept well before, but this is just getting ridiculous. Part of him is tempted to make himself a drink, to help loosen himself up and relax -- Or maybe enough to knock him out. But a glance back at Rowan is enough to keep him from turning to that direction, silently making a game plan on how to get to the bathroom without running into anything in the dark room. He’s healed well enough to be alright without crutches, but he’s never been one to slow down or take it easy despite an injury -- So he tries to return to his every day life despite only being a few weeks out of surgery. It ends in the same thing -- If it’s not the crisis of the week keeping him awake, it’s his leg. By this time of night, he’s full on limping, holding on to walls and counters to keep his balance, despite insisting he’s fine. It comes back to his pride yet again, determined to not let himself return to the helpless feeling that’d plagued him for the last month, not wanting to let an injury be another thing to add to his list of concerns. 

The second his feet hit the floor, though -- It’s apparent he’s not going to be able to get across their bedroom to the bathroom with ease. He tries to put pressure on his bad leg, hoping to use it like he had that morning, just to be met with an immediate twinge of dull pain. Had anyone been able to see him, they��d easily insist on him sitting down, but instead, Andy attempts to make it across their bedroom. There’s a water cup in the bathroom, he justifies to himself that it’s a shorter walk to the bathroom than it is to the kitchen -- And if he makes it to the kitchens, he’s going to be tempted to go for three fingers worth of whiskey than a glass of water from the tap. So he moves slowly, biting his tongue as he limps, dragging his injured leg along with him. With his jaw clenched, he tries to be as quiet as possible, deciding silently to just crawl into bed from Rowan’s side once he’s done, to spare himself a longer walk. He holds his breath, seeing the finish line as he makes it to the doorway of the bathroom -- Just to hit the ankle of his injured leg on the door frame. 

He loses his balance before he can do anything about it, hitting the knee of his injured leg against the cool tile of the bathroom floor, unable to catch himself before he’s hitting the ground entirely with a loud crash and yelp, a string of curses following. So much for keeping quiet, he thinks as he tries to steady his breathing and let out a yell over the pain now shooting up his leg. He finds himself laying on his back for a moment, working himself up to pushing himself up into a sitting position, hoping to wait this wave of pain out before attempting to get up and return to bed. Part of him just considers accepting defeat and just letting himself lay there until he inevitably falls asleep -- Until he hears the sound of Rowan’s voice, the sound of her feet reaching the ground. 

Son of a bitch, he curses, hating that he’s woken her up for something as stupid as him tripping on his way to get water. “M’fine, Ro.” He calls out to her, pushing himself up into a sitting position with a clenched jaw, trying to ignore the pain beginning at his ankle and shooting up his leg. The sound of his labored breathing is a dead give away to what he’s feeling. Once he’s leaning against the cabinets, out of breath, there’s a wave of emotion that comes with it -- Within just a month, everything had gone to shit, and to add insult injury, he can’t even get to the fucking bathroom on his own without falling like a fucking old man. It’s almost laughable, the pain coming from his leg making it harder to remain calm. “Go back to bed, baby.” His voice cracks at the nickname, kicking himself for the slip up. His hands rub over his face, rubbing at his eyes to keep the moisture threatening to spill over from making itself known. “I’ll be out in a second.” He ends with, his voice laced with emotional and quieter than last time, as he attempts to remain calm.

[scthcartcr]

@rothane​ Location: Thane Residence, 1am, 1/15/21

Seth comes to in the parking lot of the Dive, his face screaming at him and him knowing that this shit can’t just be gapping open for the fresh fucking air. There’s some blood and he’s sure that he’s bound to scare the shit out some poor fucking soul when he asks for a ride to the Thane home. Thankfully, there’s a Dancer coming in from a smoke break that he calls over, asking her to please give him a ride. Please being the keyword, something that he rarely, if ever says. He knows the woman wants to take him straight to the hospital but he shakes his head weakly, pointing them forward through the intersection instead of to the right (toward the hospital). Eventually, the lights beam into the driveway and Seth pulls his ass out of the passenger seat. He’s been fighting sleep for so fucking long that it feels like he cannot even make it to the front door. He does though, reaching for his phone in his pocket, lifting it to his ear. 

When Rowan answers, he speaks slowly and quietly. “I’m outside,” he says, hoping that he doesn’t get a kid answering the door and screaming. He’s not looking to scar Maddie. “And I need you to come out here,” he says, his body leaning against the siding of the house. When Rowan finally appears at the door, he looks over (with one eye), the other he’s sure is cut and mangled in the dark. “Got somethin’ for you to fix, Ro.”

[izzyrojas]

@rothane​

Ogling her work from across the room, she couldn’t take it anymore. Izzy strolled up to Rowan with a giant smile, way too proud of herself for painting Rowan’s body paint so fucking well. It was a masterpiece. “You know, you look way too hot to be allowed in this stuffy ass establishment,” she tells Rowan. She’s allowed to say that because she’s the one that lives with one of the people that works here. “I’ve really outdone myself this year with this. What are we doing next year? Full body paint?”

[maddoxxhart]

@rowanthane​

Following his release from prison, time spent between the holding cell with Andy Thane and the interrogations, what was clear was that Andy and Lettie had gotten into something a bit over their heads and there was a body up for grabs. Murder charges were on the line so Maddox did as he was taught and kept his mouth shut. Sometimes he’d humor them by answering things about his whereabouts, his family, the casual nature of the Club. It was never much but yet, they continued to keep bringing him back. Flash forward 48 hours later and he walked out charge-free with Andy shortly behind him. Sutton picked him up in his truck to get them home, his hand lingering in hers as they drove home. It was safe and it was warm but his mind was still a bit far away. Although they’d both been released, Andy and Maddox wouldn’t exactly be out of the woods. Being that the other man was technically an accomplice, Maddox was worried that the evidence might lead the police right to him— even if they had little from what Maddox could tell.

And with Andy on the line, he knew Rowan would be thinking the worst, especially now that she had even more skin in the game now. They were parents to Benny and that was something that he knew Rowan had always longed for. Now, the picture perfect family was hanging in the balance and Maddox knew that someone had to check on her— especially after seeing her the last time that Andy Thane went away. That’s what led him to Rowan’s house, his eyes still tired from his stay at the Olympus Police Department. Maddox sat on Rowan’s couch with a beer in hand, raising an eyebrow at her. “They don’t have much— I know Andy probably told you that. But they really don’t from what they told me,” Maddox shrugged. “But I know that’s not all that reassuring. You good? I know this shit is close to home,” he added, not exactly wanting to bring up Andy’s time in prison previously but obviously, it would be on both their minds.

[scthcarter]

@rowanthane​

Idiots. Fucking all of them. He’s literally fucking surrounded by people that went to school for like fifteen fucking years after high school only to drool into a puddle when he continued to ask for D-a-m-i-a-n C-a-r-t-e-r. It took forever before he found someone even competent enough to tell him that Dr. Carter was in surgery. A heavy sigh left Seth’s lips, loud enough so half of the emergency department can hear him. But that’s when the idea hits him. “Then page Rowan-- Rowan Thane. No one else goes near my daughter until Rowan Thane is down here. You got that?” he scolded the nurse, knowing that she had been the only one good enough to help but he also knew she wasn’t good enough to help with Harley. There were only two doctors he trusted with his daughter-- and one of them was his sorta-kinda ex-something. Three years was a long time to sleep together for there not to be at least a little inkling of feeling there. At least, for normal people.

Seth had gotten the call from the school saying that Harley had hurt her arm and that they were calling to let him know that she needed to go to the hospital. He met her and Harley’s cheerleading coach there before dismissing that idiot off to God knows where. Seth knew there was a certain risk with Harley being a Flyer for her team but wasn’t the coach supposed to be teaching the idiot bases and spotters to catch her before shit like this happened? Seth shuddered at the thought that he knew that fucking much about cheerleading-- fucking weird. Either way, he only wanted the best for Harley, not these fucking interns who took forty-five minutes just to get her into x-ray. Seth was fucking over being nice, even with the begging of his daughter. No way. 

As soon as he spots Rowan outside the door, he can almost breathe again. Seth smirked, “Least you got one nurse with enough brain to know who the fuck you are, huh?” 

[geoffrey-isaac-fisher]

❛ you’re always one decision away from a different life. ❜

Geoff snorted and laughed, shaking his head. He was over for dinner, as he often was–along with half the town it sometimes seemed like. As he tossed the Caesar Salad he had made to go along with the pasta Rowan was working on, he threw a crouton at his cousin. “We’re having Italian tonight, not Chinese. I don’t need any fortune cookie wisdom, thanks.” 

He turned when Maddie tugged on the hem of his shirt. 

“Look Uncle Geoff, it’s you!” she said proudly, holding up her paper. She of course waved it around too fast for him to actually see the picture, but that was beside the point. 

“Looks great, kiddo! Definitely one for the fridge,” he said, ruffling her hair. She ran off again, her attention caught by something else, and Geoff turned his attention back to Rowan. 

“Seriously, where did that come from?” 

@rothane

[paiintedinflames]

ANDY THANE DISCOGRAPHY: saint.

A mere three months after a 90 day stint in rehab, Andy Thane makes his return to the public eye in the form of the highly anticipated saint. Thane’s third album is nothing short of an old fashioned comeback -- Written entirely while in rehab, and recorded and produced right after he left. saint. is an unflinching look at the downfalls of the last five years, showcasing an unseen vulnerability in regard to both addiction and losing the love of his life. There’s no direct confirmation that many of the songs on the album are about Rowan Fisher, but the song that closes the album, Rowan Tree (Goodbye), makes the subject clear. The surprise release of the song Social Cues after months of social media radio silence marks the lead single of the album, followed closely by Cough Syrup, Only Angel, and Trouble. saint. is met with high regard, debuting at number one, going triple-platinum in the year since it’s release. The album earns Thane Artist of the Year at the 2020 Grammys, along with countless other awards at the VMAs, AMAs, and Billboard Music Awards that year. 

T R A C K L I S T

          1. SHINE A LITTLE LIGHT  go to places that you used to go, but they don't feel the same see the faces that you used to know, but they forget your name

          2. TOKYO SMOKE i played the fool 'til I started to choke

          3. UNDER THE GUN leaving now, all i have is all i own i'm hoping it's all i need

          4. SOCIAL CUES hide me in the back room, tell me when it's over don't know if i can play this bar much longer

          5. ONLY ANGEL i’m just happy getting you stuck in between my teeth and there's nothing i can do about it

          6. SKIN & BONE i don't wanna be there when it all goes down but if i gotta be there don't let me hit the ground

          7. SHAKE ME DOWN  even on a cloudy day, i'll keep my eyes fixed on the sun

          8. SIT AROUND & MISS YOU i walk outside, i ghost out in the park always sure we'd leave our mark

          9. TROUBLE got so much to lose, got so much to prove god, don't let me lose my mind

          10. CIGARETTE DAYDREAMS soft speak with a mean streak, nearly brought me to my knees

          11. COUGH SYRUP if i could find a way to see this straight i'd run away to some fortune that i should have found by now

          12. LITTLE BLACK SUBMARINES (ft. chris mcdonald)  i should've seen it glow, but everybody knows that a broken heart is blind

          13. ROWAN TREE (GOODBYE) how'd i become the thorn in your side all your laughter turned into a cry, it's alright, goodbye

[andythane]

-- ROWAN THANE / @rothane​

when + where evening, the thane home

It seems fitting that in the midst of a tragedy, he and Rowan receive the news they’ve been eagerly waiting for. Fate has never had good timing when it comes to the Thane family, and this seems to be no different. It feels wrong to want to celebrate the phone call given everything going on in town, but he has to remind himself of all the good that’s going to be coming with it -- Even when his heart still aches for Maddox and Eliza, and the obvious paranoia looms over him, knowing far too well that it could have been Rowan. The social worker had called him, given that his wife spent most of her day in a surgery. They had a meeting at 8:30 AM sharp, for a potential foster situation. They didn’t disclose all of the information, but made it clear to him that if everything went according to plan -- They would end up with a child moving in within the next day or so. He’d left his wife a voicemail and a text, letting her know he was making dinner for them and that the kids would be with her parents. This deserved to be celebrated, reminding himself that six months ago he thought this moment would never come in any capacity. 

He’s not sure what to do with his hands once he hangs up the phone -- Andy hates that his first instinct is to go to the bar and have a celebratory drink, but he resists the urge by busying himself with anything and everything. Instead, he cleans -- He cleans the kitchen, does the dishes, cleans up after the kids. It keeps him busy for a couple of hours, and once he’s run out of laundry to fold, he starts cooking. It’s embarrassing, really -- At least, that’s what he tells himself between each task, knowing that he has to go to such lengths to keep himself out of a bar. There’s a certain shame that follows after, reminding him of their conversation at the lake house… But Andy pushes the thought away, making a mental list of all the things they’ll need to do tomorrow to prepare for their potential foster. Keep busy, he tells himself over and over, deciding that if he can get himself into a routine of staying busy and staying away from alcohol -- He’ll be fine. He’s done it before. That’s how Andy justifies himself, to keep his thoughts from returning to a much darker place, filled with what-if’s and worst case scenarios. There’s a part of him that knows this isn’t a good means of coping -- And that if Rowan knew his thought process, it’d only raise more concern. But, as of tonight -- That’s a problem for him and his therapist, and tonight is to celebrate that there will be a foster child in their home by the end of the week.

Making dinner isn’t out of his wheelhouse -- It’s therapeutic for him, even when he’s being interrupted by the kids wanting to help. Tonight, it’s quiet while he works, and by the time he’s sticking the cheesecake (store bought, since he’s not a magician and can’t make dinner and dessert from scratch on such short notice) in the fridge, the sound of the front door pulls his attention. He doesn’t announce himself from the kitchen, but instead moves to greet his wife at the door, alongside the dogs. Without as much of a word, Andy’s pulling her close, hands at her cheeks so that he can tilt her head up and greet her with a kiss. “The social worker called today,” he starts, unable to hide the lopsided grin that follows his words. “We’ve got a meeting in the morning.”

[andythane]

-- ROWAN THANE

when + where evening, thane house 

@rothane​

Anyone can see that things have been off in the Thane home for the last month and a half -- Even their kids have picked up on it, despite their best efforts. For Andy, it’s a question of where to go from here; He’s not upset that they stopped doing fertility treatments, but going back to ‘regular life’ after six months of trying to expand their family feels… strange. There’s no question that they want to have more children -- They’ve always dreamed of a big family, but fate always seemed to have a different plan. 

The idea of adoption had always been in the back of his mind -- It’s an obvious one, given that both him and were both adopted. Sure, their lives had been a lot different than what the ideal family should be -- But when their mother wanted to have children but couldn’t have her own, she turned to a different means. It’s something he’s thought about bringing up to Rowan, but he’s not sure how to approach it. He knows she’s grieving, that she’s struggling through depression and that the topic of children would always be something that puts a weight on her shoulders. It’s complicated, to say the least, but he wants them to be able to fulfill their desires despite what Rowan’s uterus does. He always thinks about conversations in their first years of marriage, all of the times they’ve laid together and imagined what their kids would look like. They wanted four kids -- It’s something they both agreed on from the start. We want four, they’d proudly tell friends who asked about next steps and family -- More than happy to let anyone listening know that they wanted a full house. 

He’d shelved the idea of bringing it up to her for about a month now, knowing they’re trying to stay afloat right now. Given the fact that he’s a felon, their chances of actually being taken seriously for adoption or even fostering a child are slim. So Andy keeps the thought to himself, deciding to do a bit of research and look into the possibility of it before even considering sitting Rowan down to ask her what she thought. The last thing he wants is for them to get involved in something like this, just to not have it pan out. It isn’t until he’s dropping Maddie off at a summer painting class at the community center that a flyer catches his eye -- An orientation class for parents looking to foster and/or adopt. Admittedly, he stares at it for a minute, having an internal debate over whether or not to bring home one of the fliers -- Before he eventually snatches one, folds it and tucks it into the pocket of his cut. 

He keeps the flyer in his pocket for three days, feeling the weight of it each time he pulls on his cut. Andy goes over and over what he’ll say to her when the time is right, how he’ll broach the subject -- Before eventually finding himself with a moment alone with Rowan. The kids are asleep, Wes is nowhere to be found (He makes a note to bring up approaching him about moving out to her -- But decides to save that conversation for another time), and they’re left alone in the house for the night. He’s returned late, having gotten caught up in taking care of club business a little later than he wanted to. Andy comes home to a quiet house, having known from a brief phone call between him and his wife that she’d put the kids down, tip toeing his way through until he gets to their bed room, and finds her. “Hey, baby.” He begins with a smile, immediately approaching her to greet her with a forehead kiss. “Sorry m’late, the Prospects were fuckin’ on one tonight.” He explains, as he shrugs off his cut and tosses it onto their bed -- The folded up blue flier peaks out of the pocket, not far enough to be noticeable to anyone who wasn’t looking. There’s a pause, he stares as he kicks off his shoes, before grabbing the blue paper. “I actually wanted to talk to you about somethin’,” he begins, rubbing at the back of his neck as he speaks, before unfolding the flier. “I know it might be too soon, and if I’m -- I’unno, oversteppin’ or something just tell me, but this -- I feel like it’s something worth looking into.” He wastes no time in handing her the paper, genuinely unsure of how this conversation is about to go.

[andythane]

-- ROWAN THANE 

@rothane​

WHEN & WHERE july 2nd, thane residence

The last week and a half passed at a painfully slow pace, their visit to the doctor’s office still hanging in the air. Andy (and Rowan as well) had done well enough keeping their head up for the kids -- but as soon as Maddie and Benny left the room, he let out the breath he’d been holding and let his shoulders slump. He knew this could happen, that they’d meet the same grief they always found when children were involved -- His minds wanders back to their conversation in the middle of the night, the promise he made to try and stay afloat if anything happened to her. He only hopes that they can do just the same now, despite feeling like they’re choking on water. This is the first night they’ve been alone in the last week, with both Maddie and Benny spending the night with their cousins, so that he and Rowan could have a moment to catch their breath. Andy has never been the type of father who sought to ‘get rid’ of the kids for the night, or try to get out of well, being a parent -- But it’s a relief to have the two at Reina’s for the night, so that they don’t have to put on a charade of everything is okay. 

While his heart hurt and was mourning just the same, Andy knew this was a different beast for his wife -- It killed him, knowing all he could do for her is hold her tight and reassure her, that he couldn’t physically rid them of the demons haunting her. The night is spent quietly, the obvious still hanging over them. As fucked up as it is, he has to remind himself that this is the lesser of bad outcomes -- They’re mourning the loss of a hypothetical child and the idea of getting pregnant, rather than mourning the loss of Rowan. Dinner is quiet, the clean up is quiet, and eventually his wife excuses herself to go take a shower. He follows suit a few minutes after, finishing up the dishes before retreating into their bathroom after her. He sheds his clothes without question, before stepping into the shower with her. It’s not surprising that he finds Rowan with her back to the water, staring off with a vacant look in her eye -- He’s seen it before, one he’s donned himself. She’s spent plenty of time pulling him out of his own thoughts and spirals -- He’s happy to do just the same for her, anyway he can. “Hey, baby,” he greets her quietly, voice hushed with the sound of the water. Andy doesn’t bother wasting any time, taking a half step forward before pulling her into him, cheek leaning against the top of her head. “How are you holdin’ up?” It’s a loaded question, and an obvious one -- But one he knows he’ll be the one to receive an honest answer to. 

[andythane]

-- ROWAN THANE.

@rothane​

It had been a month since they decided to try for another baby,. The last thirty days had been a blur of doctor’s visits, fertility drugs, and them going at it like rabbits. They had to be careful -- Not wanting to let the mention of a potential baby slip to their daughter, knowing that if things didn’t pan out, the fall out of from Maddie would only be an insult to injury. It had been an mixture of excitement and tip-toeing, testing the waters first before letting the idea be known. Andy knew they had agreed to try to just see what happens and take it easy, but he can’t help but find himself making up scenarios in his head -- Good and bad -- while trying to fall asleep at night. He can only imagine what’s going through Rowan’s head right now, surely amplified and unwavering. They talk about it, both trying to remain honest and open through this -- But he knows when it comes to this, Rowan isn’t exactly keen on going into detail about what’s going through her head. 

Tonight isn’t much of anything out of the ordinary -- They have dinner as a family, put the kids to bed, get ready for bed themselves before ending up naked between their sheets together. He’d dozed off somewhere in between her watching Fresh Prince and him reading. It’s always offsetting when that happens -- He’s almost always the one who falls asleep last, having always struggled with getting a decent amount of rest. He stirs awake for no other reason than that his body seems to hate the idea of him being asleep for more than a couple hours at a time. His arms are wrapped around Rowan, her back against his chest, and his resting against the top of her head. It’s nothing out of the ordinary, a free hand moving to smooth her hair down from where his cheek had been -- When he notices her stir as well. Rowan being awake in the middle of the night isn’t something unexpected, especially not right now considering everything going on. But it doesn’t happen often, and when it does, it sends alarm bells off in his head. Glancing over at the bedside clock, he notes the time -- 3:42 AM. Fuck. “Ro,” he begins, voice just barely a whisper in case she’s actually sound asleep. “Are you still awake?”

[andythane]

-- ROWAN THANE 

when & where | thane home, june 13th, maddie’s birthday party 

@rothane

It’s no surprise that Jason did something stupid -- He’d grown used to his estranged brother pulling this kind of shit, but there’s a certain anger that comes with it today. Given the fact that he’d yelled at Iris and Maddie, at his daughter’s birthday party made his blood boil more than it would on a normal day. He’d taken on the role of comforting both of the girls, while Reina and Rowan went into the house and his wife ripped the man apart. He hates the unspoken truth that Jason would do something stupid at any gathering -- He’s not as bad as Cronus was -- But he still had a way of making a previously enjoyable moment into something uncomfortable and tense. After spilling his drink due to the girls running into him while playing with Maddie’s presents -- The rest spelled disaster. He spent the next twenty minutes on a lawn chair, with Maddie and Iris on each knee, reassuring the two that they’re not in trouble and everything is okay, that Iris would still be able to spend the night and celebrate with his daughter. The distant sound of a motorcycle leaving the driveway after Jason stormed out was reassurance enough, signalling to Andy that the man had left. Thank God. 

Once the girls had calmed down, had some cake, and returned to playing with Maddie’s presents -- He made his way into the house to check on Rowan, knowing she was surely still fuming from all of this. Knocking on the cracked open backdoor, yellow party hat still on, he peeks his head in first. “It’s me,” he calls out, before making his way into their kitchen. Andy wastes no time crossing the room to get to his wife, hands finding hers on instinct. “Becky’s got an eye on the girls, they’re doin’ alright now that they’ve had some more cake.” He reassures with a half smile, hoping it’ll ease any concerns going through her head. “You alright?” 

[andythane]

-- ROWAN THANE.

@rothane​

This night was doomed from the start, he should have listened to his gut. Fight night wasn’t anything new to him -- He’d loved the adrenaline rush and cash that came from it, the way he and Rowan were able to let loose and get a bit rowdy at the bar after. It was always an eventful night, usually leaving him with a broken nose regardless of if he won or lost. Unfortunately, tonight it’d be the latter. He was sporting a black eye and busted knuckles -- Surprisingly, no broken nose this time around -- but no Rowan to hang off his arm and throw back shots with him. By the end of the night, it’s just him and his bruises, stumbling from the cab to the front door. It began with Benny. Flu season has been brutal on everyone, and unfortunately -- Even one year olds aren’t immune to the sniffles. It’s nothing serious, no fever or real concern to be had, but it’s enough to require one of them to stay home and keep an eye on him. It’s too much for a babysitter but not enough for Rowan, so he goes it alone tonight. 

Andy should have known then and there he was in for trouble the second they decided it’d be better for her to stay home. He gets his ass whooped after, by an acquaintance from a charter out of town -- He’s a new kid, patched in six months ago and he talks a big game. He reminds Andy of himself when he was first patched in, it’s one of the only reasons he’d agreed to this because of it. It seemed like an easy win, level the kids ego and get a few grand on the way out. He gets knocked on his ass with an unfortunate ease, over and over until it’s officially called. Andy manages to get a few punches in, but it’s clear he’s not going to win this fight from the get go. His injuries are pretty typical, bruised ribs and black eyes, all too familiar. It’s not as though he hasn’t lost before -- God knows he’s been on the losing side of a few bets, but no matter how old he gets, the loss still hurts his ego each and every time. Which puts brooding him in a bar stool at some shit excuse for a bar later that night, with most of the audience from the fight, as well as the man who kicked his ass in attendance. 

Things had been calm enough in the beginning -- Until the kid started bragging about his win, Andy was far too many drinks in to know what time it was or hold his temper. Everything that follows is somewhat of a blur -- He’s thrown back too many drinks to count and before he knows it, fists are flying. It’s not his best idea, especially considering he was planning on just having one drink and then leaving. Next thing he knows, it’s sometime past midnight and some guy in a cut (he’s too drunk to realize who it is) is pulling him off a stranger. Bar fights weren’t something he typically found himself in the middle of, yet there he was -- Bloody nose and bruised knuckles, getting shoved into a cab before being sent home. 

Coming home drunk wasn’t something he liked to do, and coming home drunk and past the time he told Rowan he’d be there only made it worse -- He was supposed to be back by midnight, so they could go visit his mother the next morning. Even while drunk, he knows this won’t go over well once his wife wakes and finds him covered in bruises next to her, smelling like cheap beer. He dozes off on the ride home, tuning out the sound of the cab driver talking about something or another, before tossing him some cash for the ride once they pull into the drive way. Graceful isn’t exactly how he’d describe his entrance into his home -- He drops his keys twice before getting the door unlocked, accidentally slamming it a bit louder than intended when he actually makes it in. Andy cringes at the noise, silently praying that it’s not loud enough to wake any one. Maddie’s out of the question, but Rowan and Benny are a gamble. 

First things first, Andy makes his way to the kitchen -- A glass of water and an ice pack seem like the best coarse of action. He shrugs his cut off along the way, tossing it onto the kitchen table as he moves across the room, grumbling to himself about nothing. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Andy leans against the counter top to steady himself -- The mixture of alcohol and the beating he took don’t do him any favor in keeping him from stumbling, a bruise already beginning to form under his eye. “Fuck,” he grumbled to himself, pulling the freezer door open to retrieve an ice pack, pressing it against his eye immediately before moving to get himself a glass of water. He only manages to knock one other cup down with it, another string of swear words following as he sets it back on the counter. Even while drunk, he doesn’t miss the soft sound of foot steps against tile, internally kicking himself for having woken Rowan. “God dammit,” he grumbles to himself with a sigh, pausing to take a large gulp of his water before turning face her. She was surely about to rip him a new one -- But Andy couldn’t deny how could she looked with messy hair, wearing nothing but one of his t shirts. He doesn’t bother trying to explain himself, knowing Rowan’s not going to be interested in any story he tells her -- Truth or not. Setting the ice pack on the counter, he leans against it for balance. “Hey.” He settles with in a quiet voice, hand moving to run over his face before pushing through his hair. “I thought you’d be asleep.” Andy adds lamely, knowing damn well that Rowan would wait up for him, especially after a fight night she couldn’t be at.

[unfortunatescn]

@rowanthane​

The last time he’d seen the Addams family, Andy had been a child. Regardless of that, when Rowan suggested they all dress up as Morticia, Gomez and baby Pubert -- He was quick to jump on board. Though, the crutches under his arms hadn’t been part of the initial plan.  Regardless, he sports the mustache and suit, knowing that despite the paranoia plaguing him over the reason he’s stuck in these crutches -- Andy knows this is something that’ll make Rowan happy, and as cliche as it sounds, he’s never been one to deny her of something that’d put a smile on her face. Andy tries to enjoy the night, to not let him get caught up in their crisis of the week and the real threat of returning to prison. “My love,” he greets her with his best Gomez impression (which, well... isn’t great.), steadying himself before reaching out to kiss her hand. “You clean up nice.” 

[scthcartcr]

@rothane​

Walking back into the hospital, for something that isn’t a hookup in the on-call room with Remi seemed to be occurring far too much lately. The hospital was practically haunting him, time and time again. This time it wasn’t little Iris and it wasn’t Blake, this time it was Rowan. While he and Rowan don’t openly admit their ‘friendship’ too often (Rowan too ashamed, probably, and Seth too stubborn), it doesn’t mean that he won’t be one of the first in the waiting room, hoping for some news. She has a lot to live for and more recently, she’d helped him when he needed someone late at night. Taking a deep breath in as he turns the cold handle to enter, rubbing his lips together instinctively. “Ya know,” he starts, moving himself a chair to sit on, pulling it up closer to her by a little. “This shit ain’t a competition. We ain’t doin’ this whole back and forth thing,” he tells her with a soft smile. Only a few weeks ago, he was the one laying in the hospital bed, Rowan looking over him. “How’re you feelin’ because I gotta tell you, Ro, you’re lookin’ like Hell.”