#desxgnees ; rowan

[luckhissoul]

@desxgnees​ ( rowan ) asked : ♛: Sharing a dessert 

okay, so the problem was that he hadn’t expected to be sitting out here for that long. and he was starting to feel the effects of it. the long waning hours that seemed to stretch. the waiting, that’s what the problem was, he hated waiting. watching her wasn’t so bad though, she looked nice out here. in a light suit, her hair sweeping the side of her face when she turns to look at him. her eyes are steely almost but alive. something about him undoes him a little bit, doesn’t it? alarming, that’s a good enough word for her. he swallows harshly, shifting just a little bit away from her. his arm brushes her’s.  she’s eating something, ice or something. not ice cream. it’s - 

well, he’s distracted again, isn’t he? because whatever she’s eating is pink and it’s on her bottom lip for a brief moment before it melts away when she licks it off. and for a moment he’s just looking. before he reaches over and takes some of it from the cup she’s holding. which grants him a scornful noise as she shifts away from him. creating a space he’d rather not have. he laughs though, as if he wasn’t in over his head already. sometimes just being in the room with her felt like that. there was a command to her that would make most feel a bit intimidated. but leaves him feeling, what was that? curious? or just downright frustrated that she was tough to nail down. 

“it’s hot out. and you’re being bloody selfish.” her eyes narrow. he closes the space between them. and then with some muttering about how ridiculous he is, how ridiculous he always is she’s careful to point out, she keeps the cup just low enough for him to reach again if he wants to. he doesn’t, not really. his thoughts still on that one pink piece. trying to shake it from his head doesn’t work out all too well.

[luckhissoul]

@desxgnees​ ( rowan ) asked :: “Not sure how this happened, but your mom thinks I’m dating you.” 

it had started off as a joke, hadn’t it? just a joke. really he hadn’t meant it. but that was a line that his mom had bit down on. and hard, so bloody hard that he couldn’t seem to loosen her jaws. she had looked rowan up, went all gushy about how accomplished, how established she was. light, everyone in town knew who she was now. and they were all looking at him with the utmost confusion. some even going as far as saying that a smart woman like that, a bloody surgeon with her whole life in order was insane for even being interested in a guy like him. then when he had gone back to new york the whole thing had pretty much left his head. he had forgotten about the whole joke and refocused his attention on work, on anything but whatever nonsense had spilled over on his last trip home.

but then his mom had come for lunch and they had crossed paths, for a brief moment with rowan. which had turned into - well, this line of questioning. but there’s a quirk to her lips just then, the gray of her eyes has this glint in them. almost like she’s making fun of him. she is, isn’t she? sometimes he’s not sure. if he’s the punch line or just someone that she finds amusing enough to be around. he can’t lie and say that he doesn’t like the little guessing game of what’s going on in rowan’s head. she has no idea about that though. and if she did - well, that’s another one to go on guessing about, isn’t it? 

his eyes search her’s a moment and then eventually a smile come to his face. deciding that that’s okay. he leans on the counter beside them. with the shoes she’s got on she’s just about eye level with him. there’s a shadow across her cheek from her hair. her eyes are narrowed now. she looks an awful lot like a disgruntled mother. albeit a little amused still. “my mom takes things i say a little too literally.” and it comes slowly, the way her laughter spills out of her. she pushes at his shoulder with a muttering of ‘you and me -’ like it was just about the funniest bloody thing that she’s ever heard.