you know what i love? established apocalypse aesthetics
leaves and flowers and trees growing out of abandoned houses and cars, smashing glass windows, invading and reclaiming the spaces humanity took from them
warning scrawled hastily on the sides of buildings in spraypaint or in blood; don’t come here, it’s not safe. turn away, go back. we died here. you will too.
notes and messages scattered across the world, addressed to people who never saw them or never lived to reply to them. rachel, we’re alive. david, don’t look for us. amy, dad got bit, please come home, we need you. kim, i love you.
people broken into tiny groups. society shattered. they are past the anger, past denial, past trying to fix any of it. now there is only begrudging acceptance, and the knowledge that nothing is ever going to get better. the only thing they can do is survive.
a skeleton lying at the foot of a tree, flowers blooming in its ribcage. a bloodstained note in its front pocket. ‘sorry, mom’. travelers see it and barely spare a thought; such things are commonplace.
roaming packs of dogs and cats still wearing their collars, centuries of domestication breaking down under the need to live and to keep living
families born of blood and sacrifice. trading stories over campfires about who they used to be, who they might have been, what they could have become if none of this ever happened. looks of understanding when someone loses a sister, a brother, a father. it happened to me, too.
abandoned bedrooms combed over for supplies, but the faded posters still hanging on the walls and the useless knickknacks on the shelves tell the stories of the people who lived there years ago
moss covering television sets, water lapping up into backyards, tree limbs shooting up through collapsed roofs, evidence of humanity being eroded one day at a time
It happens every time they’re apart for more than just a couple of hours and, actually, it’s kind of comforting when you get used to it. A routine of sorts - a look that Dean understands to mean Let me check if you’re not injured, enveloped with a squint if he even dares to claim that he’s fine before Cas’s examination is over.
Nowadays, Dean just sits in front of the TV in his room and doesn’t complain about the pair of eyes fixed on his face. It’s not like Sam is there to see and tease them about it. As it is, he doesn’t mind.
“You’ve met another angel today,” Cas says then, out of the blue. That has never happened.
Dean frowns. What? “How do you—”
“The osculation residual.”
Castiel lets out a huff and squints harder. “They left a kiss on you.”
“Nobody kissed me.”
“I don’t mean your kind of kiss. The angel’s feather must have stroked over your skin. It left a mark on you.”
Dean rubs at his cheek but stops when Cas shakes his head. “What now?”
“It’s not something you can remove,” he explains, pausing to search for the right words. “I believe you call them ‘freckles’.”
“How can you tell, though? I have so many of them, I’d never notice a new one.”
Castiel simply looks at him and tilts his head. “This one’s not mine,” he says like it’s completely obvious—like Dean himself should have known this all along.
He hasn’t. And now he does. And he does not know what to do about it.
Continuing with my Humans are Space Orc’s thoughts, I was thinking about how children might interact with Aliens, especially small children who have yet to learn to speak in full sentences and then this monstrosity of an idea came to me;
Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)
I can’t believe I’m
doing this again, you think to yourself. You close your eyes, and listen to
the engine of the crowded bus, as you were currently on your way to pay mister
‘Kookie’ a visit. You start to slowly replay the scenes of Jin yelling at you,
to desperately go back and meet the prostitute…
Alrighty; its been quite a while since I’ve made a post, but here’s one anyways.
So, I have a bad habit of Astral Traveling when I’m in the middle of class; I don’t know how, but hey, it happens. Anywho, a few days ago I went “deep-sea fishing” I guess, and ended up in who knows where at the bottom of the ocean. There I met a cool boy; his name is “A”, and being the nosy little butt I am, I knew that I would likely never run into anybody as pretty as this boy again, so I jumped on the chance to ask him as much about his species as I could.
He was nice; really smooth and pleasant voice; you could fall asleep to this thing, it was like a lullaby when he spoke. Hit record and I’d be out.
Anyways, his species, a type of deep sea merfolk. I drew out some pictures as to what he looked at as more of a guide for you guys to see what I mean.
He had this kind of Opal-escent like skin; it reflected at the smallest amount of light; again, he was beautiful I swear. His ears were kind of like fins in a sense, apparently they doubled as sonar receptors; meaning he could pick up deep sea chatter. His eyes though were real cool. There are two kinds of eyes that he said that he had.
The first was one that he used when he went into shallower water or to the surface (I really don’t think he goes up there a lot tbh). Like us, hes able to see in bright light; go figure. But here’s the cool part.
Now when he goes back down, in the dark, a sort of second eye lid covers his eyes. Apparently it acts as a protector for them if hes ever attacked, but it also allows him to see in the dark better than if he didn’t have that kind of skin on. It acted like an eye patch; you know, how a pirate would cover one eye so that if hes ever fighting, he could uncover the eye and see in the dark if he were to go from a sunny place to a dark place; kinda like that.
So I bet you’re asking whats up with his neck, so, he has skin obviously; but from below his jawline; to part of his upper chest he has some thin scales. They for a kind of upside down triangle, and from what he told me, it glows in the dark when hes looking for a mate. And beneath that, he had some large gills. Now there we would have our lungs obviously, but he has the large gill covers that are in threes. It reminded me of a shark, but apparently they’re different.
Now to his back. It has 6 fins; that generate electricity. They’re sort of rounded, but also have small spines where they connect to the back. They can also pick up vibrations in the water since they’re so sensitive, and they act as tiny propellers in a way.
His fins were white; sorry about the image its a bit big; but if you zoom in you can see my little notes. Ok, so from below the stomach and organs and such, I don’t know why you can only see his bones but that’s apparently how it works, you have this little transparent spot on his fin. It ends about halfway through, but it glows in the dark so that they can see on the sea floor. In a sense I guess its like how jellyfish down there generate their bio-luminescence or something. A’s fins were rounded, not split, so he was a strong swimmer, but kind of slow. They looked flat but pretty strong, but still a fish fin, not like a Ray or anything. His large fin was white too; so he was just this white fish boy who never saw light lol.
In the dark this is how it looked.
He was pretty cool; and seemed friendly enough. Again, the prettiest boy I’ve ever met, so if you ever decide to go down there, try to find one of them. Although, I don’t think all of them would be as friendly as he, so still be careful; some things down there will scare the living daylights out of you.
Can you do a dragon age inquisition romanced companions reacting to holding their child with the inquisitor for the first time? This account is probably my favorite on tumblr 😂
Mod Katalyna has
returned from being AWOL to bring you her aesthetic: Parents of the Inquisition!(I wasn’t AWOL on purpose, I’m sorry! Life happened.)
Josephine: She’s an utter wreck, her hair a mess, her clothes in
disarray, tears streaming down her face, her entire carefully contrived
appearance ruined. Yet she’s completely still, only the tears that continuously
fall down her face moving as she stares with almost childlike wonder down at
her own child. This baby the most precious treasure she’s ever handled, worth
more than her entire family’s fortune, and she knows that she’d give up
everything she has to make sure this child, her child, is safe and happy. She looks
up at her lover to hope that they share her awe at this little being that is
Solas: He’s stunned for long moments, no racing thoughts or brilliant plans or
anything at all going through his mind. There is nothing but the tiny bundle in
his arms, half his, half his lover’s, all its own entity. Finally, a thought
crystalizes: if anything in this world is
real, it’s this child, my child. Eyes that reflect his own stare up at him,
as if the little babe is thinking the same thing. And he knows in that instant
that this child is worth risking everything for, even his duty.
Cullen: He holds his baby as if one wrong move could make it shatter, and his
lover laughs as they rearrange his hands into a more natural position. But they
don’t understand; this child is everything. With his first glimpse, Cullen was
lost. This family is his and no one will ever threaten it. And he needs so
badly to be a good father to his child, their child. He would give this baby
the moons if that was what it took.
Sera: She holds the baby like an old pro but blinks down at the bundle in her
arms as if she has no idea what it is. For long moments, she and the baby
simply stare at each other, trying to figure each other out. Suddenly, Sera
grins, then laughs. “I am gonna teach you the very best pranks, yeah?” she
informs the child. Nefarious plots involving Cullen’s training dummy are
already hatching. Yet even as she plans mischief, she holds the child, now
hers, closer to her chest, protectively. Nobody ever messes with what’s hers.
Dorian: “Well, I, uh… How lovely,” he finally manages to say after holding the
child awkwardly for a few long moments. He’s not really sure about this. It’s…
it’s a baby. It’s messy and loud and awkward and helpless. Yet then the child
giggles and reached stubby little arms out to him, and he’s lost. He knows he
has lots of long, messy, loud, awkward, helpless nights ahead of him. But at
least his amatus will be there so neither of them will ever get too
overwhelmed. They’ll figure it out together.
Blackwall: He’s already got two dozen toys made by the time he holds
his child for the first time. He’s prepared to battle the whole world for his
baby. He’s done everything he can to be ready, but he’s still completely
overwhelmed when he feels the little bundle of life in his arms for the first
time. He cries happy tears when the baby pulls on his beard and pulls the other
half of his family close by his side, needing to share this moment. Nothing
could have ever prepared him for this.
Cassandra: She’s crying and laughing and her warrior persona has completely
dissolved into the soft romantic her lover always knew was under her armor.
She’s trying to sing through her tears and mostly failing, but she’s gently
rocking her child and already promising it all the love she can give. She has
her doubts about her abilities as a mother, but she’s going to give it
everything she’s got, and her lover will be right there with her through it
all. It’s all a little too perfect to believe, but she doesn’t care. It’s hers.
Iron Bull: Whoa, okay, weird. This is weird. He’d never actually
thought he’d be raising a kid. If he did have any kids, he’d never have spent
any time with them or even really knew about them if he hadn’t become
Tal-Vashoth. And he really can’t regret that decision now, with a little bundle
way too small for his big arms nestled against his chest. It’s weird but it’s
also weirdly right. And he likes the idea of teaching his kid to slay dragons
even as he protects them from the world- and the world from them. This could be
good, and he knows his kadan will be there for every moment, and that makes it
Bonus! Because I know we have Krem fans:
Krem: Well, he’d decided to take it all in stride, but the second he laid eyes
on his baby he knew that wasn’t an option anymore. Then he held the little
squirming bundle and he realized he simultaneously knew exactly what to do and
knew nothing at all. He was going to protect this little kid with everything in
him, and he was going to hope his lover could help with the rest, because,
shit, what do you even do with a kid? He held his child and rocked them gently
and he knew he’d figure it all out somehow. Together with his lover, they’d
figure it out.
alternative title: i am broke and am too afraid to torrent
1. i use canva.com to create my icon art !! it’s free (yay webapps!!) n easy to navigate !! u have to sign up before using it,,, so go do that first
2. figure out a color scheme!! here are some resources for inspiration (xx). (lazy hint: pastels/muted tones generally make pretty foolproof color combinations)
3. find a subject! google images is your best friend. for the banner of this tutorial i chose a kikki k planner (here’s my reference image) and simplified it a bit. note that anything with uncommon shapes will be a bit more difficult to do based on canva’s relatively small shape selection. (ex: things like notebooks are easy to do in canva because they’re rectangular, but,,,,,say,,,, a starbucks cup might be a little harder because it’s a unique shape)
4. go to canva and click “custom dimensions” !! i generally have my icons around 400x400 px but it’s up to you! just make sure the length and width are equal
5. click on “background” > “document colors”. pick a background color from ur color scheme,, note that if you have a darker background you might want to have a lighter subject to create contrast and vice versa
6. click on “elements” > “shapes”. if you chose a rectangular subject like i did, then this should be rly simple – just pick the square and tweak it following the rough proportions of ur reference image. you can change the color of the shape by clicking it and selecting the square top left icon in the little toolbar that pops up !!
if you chose something a bit more complicated, like a pen, then use a combination of the shapes available and layer them on one another to form the shape. (ex: if i chose a basic pencil, then i might use the rectangle shape as the base of the pencil and the triangle as the point.) there’s no polygon tool or anything close to it in canva, so this is rly not a good time,, but alas. feel free to msg me if u need help !!
7. great great u got the base of ur subject down !! add a backshadow behind it! do this by selecting the shape(s) you just made and copying them !! select the copy and change its color. to access the color panel, select the new shape(s) and click on the little colored square in the top left corner.
now,, what color do we make the shadow?
in these icons, i make my shadow hue by copying the background color (go to “document colors” to find the bg color of the doc) and decreasing the original background’s brightness enough to make the subject “pop”. then, select your shadow and click “arrange” > “back”. now, offset the shadow– i generally just move it a tiny bit down and to the left of my subject. you’ll know when it looks right when the subject appears to have some depth.
8. add details to your subject !! here, you want to add anything on the surface of your subject !! some examples of things i have added to various subjects on this step are brand labels on stationery, lines on paper, buttons on a calculator,,, etc. play w it a bit !!
9. (optional) add a shine to your icon or object! go to “elements” > “shapes”. i generally have my shape cut across the center of the object/icon at a diagonal, so the triangle or circle are usually the best to use for this !! select whichever u choose and change its color to white. then, change its transparency by clicking on the upper-right checkered button. i usually choose a transparency anywhere between 10% and 30% !!
i hope that was helpful !! feel free to shoot me an ask/msg if u have any questions ♡
The sky was
cloudy but the air wasn’t too cold. Thousands of people were just hoping that
it wouldn’t start raining. I was one of them. I stood there and hoped while my body
was made of 60% pure adrenaline by now.
wait for them to start!” I had to yell because the crowd of talking people was
just so loud.
I smiled at
Dan whole heartedly. The huge grin on my face was so big that my cheeks hurt.
cute when you are that excited.” Dan laughed and took my hand in his.
were showing and just the sight of him made me feel like my heart was going to
burst. Although Dan and Phil had stopped doing their radio shows they were
still asked to do some interviews at Radio 1’s Big Weekend, an annual music
surprised me by inviting me to come with him. I obviously had to say yes,
especially since my favourite band was performing. They were going to enter the
stage soon and thousands of excited fans including me and Dan were impatiently
waiting for them.
Dan was allowed to watch from back stage we decided to mix into the crowd
because there was so much audience participation during the band’s concerts.
second the crowd grew all silent, then the first fans started screaming. Welcomed
by loud cheers and squeals my favourite band ran onto stage. They immediately
started with their first song. The air was filled with bursting energy and
excitement. I hadn’t felt so alive in a long time.
singing my heart out to the songs I had listened to a million times before, but
they sounded and felt so different live. When the whole crowd started chanting
the chorus of my all time favourite song I jumped up and down, not being able
to stop myself from moving and dancing.
“You are damn
beautiful, Y/N!” I heard Dan shout into my ear.
I only now
realized that he was watching me the whole time and blushed a little bit.
As one of
the band’s slow songs sounded from the speakers Dan wrapped his arms around me
from behind and we swayed to the music. His broad chest was pressed against my
back and he rested his chin on top of my head, kissing my hair now and
ballade ended I got on my tip toes again in order to be able to watch my
favourite band member’s every move.
“Do you know
how lucky you are, Dan?” I asked him laughing, pointing out the height
difference between us.
Dan was by
far one of the tallest people in the crowd and I looked tiny next to him.
sit on my shoulders.” Dan suggested with a wink.
everyone behind us would hate us.” I laughed but had to admit that I kinda
liked the idea.
world of us giants. Just one song.” He pleaded with puppy dog eyes.
I had to
admit it sounded tempting. Very tempting actually.
if people start shouting at us it’s all your fault!” I gave in and Dan didn’t
really have much convincing to do.
down so I could sit on his shoulders. After I had gotten on top of him I was
able to overlook the whole crowd. His head was in between my thighs and I couldn’t
stop myself from running my fingers through his soft chocolate brown hair. I
crossed my legs behind Dan’s back and he held my thighs for extra
Dan and I
were enjoying ourselves and I was so happy to have an amazing boyfriend like
Just as the
song ended and Dan was about to set me down, we were stopped by the band’s
drummer and my favourite member.
everybody! Do you see this pretty girl who got on top of somebody’s shoulders?
I want you all to do the same!” he shouted into his microphone and pointed
right at me. The crowd started cheering and moving around.
who was here with somebody followed his instructions. I, on the other hand, had
an immensely hard time processing the fact that my favourite band member had
just called me pretty!
rushed to my face and my hands started shaking. I felt like my 16-year-old
fangirling self again.
“O my god
he called me pretty!” I squealed once my feet touched the ground again.
you are!” Dan said with twinkling eyes and made me smile even wider.
his lips quickly before I faced the stage again. Just as my eyes landed on the
drummer again he took off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and perfectly
defined abs. The whole female part of the crowd completely lost it. Never
before had I heard such high-pitched screams.
teenage girls actually looked like they were about to faint. I had to stare at
him in awe. I squealed along while he smashed his drums, sweat dripping down
forgot how hot he is.” I breathed in disbelief and was too busy to notice the
look on Dan’s face as those words left my mouth.
I was still
jumping up and down like a bouncy ball after the concert had ended. Dan was
guiding me backstage with him because I was too busy talking about the concert
to concentrate on where I was going.
believe that just happened. Best concert ever!” I babbled ecstatically.
mumbled quietly and I was again too excited to notice his resentment.
Back in the
hotel we were staying in for the weekend I had calmed down a bit again. After
changing out of my sweaty shirt and drinking what seemed like 4 bottles of
water I was back to normal.
and I were extremely exhausted we decided to go straight to bed. It was only
Saturday so we still had the whole of Sunday ahead of us. When I was done with
brushing my teeth and exited the bathroom I noticed that Dan was in bed
already. I got under his duvet as well and was immediately greeted by his comforting
up next to him and rested my head on his chest.
for taking me with you. I really enjoyed today.” I whispered softly and pecked
his pink lips.
With a grin,
I decided to deepen the kiss and quickly straddled my surprised boyfriend.
you said you were tired.” Dan asked raising a brow, teasingly.
“I am never
too tired for this.” I breathed seductively.
As soon as
those words had come over my lips Dan immediately flipped us over so he was on
top. I ran my hands up and down his chest, taking his t-shirt off soon after.
He connected our lips again, we didn’t start out slow, it was heated since
minute one. The tiredness from before was gone as Dan moved his hips against
mine. I couldn’t hold in a silent moan.
hurting you?” Dan asked suddenly sounding insecure.
I broke the
kiss to look at him in confusion. Did he misinterpret my moan?
you be hurting me? We haven’t even.. you know.“ I asked him confused, looking
up at him.
“I thought I
crushed you under my weight..” Dan’s words were barely a whisper. He swallowed
hard as has face turned the colour of a tomato.
widened in shock and disbelief.
trailed, waiting for him to tell me he was joking, but he didn’t.
you talking about, Dan?” I wanted to know, scared of his answer.
He got off
me and let himself fall down on the bed next to me. I lifted myself up on my
elbow to be able to look into his dark brown eyes.
just really heavy. I don’t wanna hurt you.” He explained and I could tell that
he was uncomfortable.
way over 6 feet, Dan. How are you supposed to not be heavy?” I argued.
He mumbled unmotivated. My face fell, finally getting what he was implying.
what you meant, right?” I breathed totally aghast.
whispered and slowly shook his head.
“Why do you
suddenly feel like that? You are so beautiful, baby.” I gently traced his
biceps, taking in his beauty.
to quietly ponder for a while before he decided to voice his thoughts.
“I just, I
don’t have abs or a toned chest and I’m not that fit and-“ he made himself stop
in the middle of his sentence.
He grew all
silent. His words brought tears to my eyes. Why didn’t he see how perfect he
not saying this because I called that stupid drummer hot today, right?” I
tried, but the look on his face at the mention of what I had said earlier
totally gave him away.
I didn’t think it would make you feel that way. Listen I don’t care if he is
hot or not. He will never be you and I love every tiny bit of your body and
your soul.” I whispered softly, meaning every word I said.
Dan’s face with my hands and deeply looked into his eyes. “You are perfect the
way you are and I love you more than anything.” I slowly said so he could take
in every single word.
and I noticed that a small smile had found its way back onto his face.
just about having a fit body, you know that. Now c’mon let me show you how
beautiful you are.” I breathed and started leaving kisses all over his chest
and neck, straddling him again.
I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for ages, but I just didn’t think it was anything special. But I had a crap and need something to make me smile. So if you’ve also had a crap day, I hope this little bit of pointless silliness make you smile too.
Aelin walked through the streets of Orynth with the hood of her cloak pulled up against the light but steady rain that was falling. She had visited her favourite sweet shop in the city and it had not been raining when she left and Aelin was assured the rain would hold out for a few more hours. She had said as much to Rowan when he expressed his thoughts on the matter.
He had been right, of course.
Aelin pulled her cloak tighter around her and she cringed thinking about his smug face when she returned to the castle soaking wet. It was while thinking of ways to retaliate against his smugness that Aelin heard a soft squeaking. A soft distressed squeaking. Or rather mewling.
Following where her ears led her, Aelin ended up in some random alley. And there, caught under the deluge of a drainpipe and surrounded by a deep puddle, was a little kitten. Body flat against the cobblestone the poor thing looked miserable. Tucking her sweets under her arm Aelin approached it talking softly.
“How’d you get into this mess you tiny thing?”
Aelin asked as she reached out and pulled the kitten out from under the water. She then gave it a quick rub down with her cloak and sending a soft wave of warmth over it to dry its fur before setting it down.
“There you are. Now run home to mother.”
Thinking her duty down Aelin started walking back the way she had come, only to have her fae ears pick up on a soft padding following after her. She turned and the kitten halted. It really was a tiny thing, with splotches of orange, black and grey over its white body. Aelin cocked her head to the side and the kitten followed the action.
Aelin did not need a kitten. She had Fleetfoot and Lysandra spent enough time in her ghost leopard form to fill any need she may have felt to acquire a feline companion. Aelin turned and walked a little faster only to hear running, splashing paw steps and a tiny squeak of a meow following her. Stopping again Aelin waited to see what would happen. Soon she was greeted by a little kitten walking over her boots.
With a sigh Aelin picked the kitten up and tucked it into her cloak and she could feel it purring against her body.
“Well, you look utterly miserable,” Rowan said smugly.
“Yes, Buzzard you were right.” Aelin grumbled in reply.
“Pardon Fireheart? I don’t think I heard you,” Rowan said as he made to grab Aelin as she passed only to have Aelin ducked away from him.
“Careful, Prince,” Aelin said with a smile, “gloating gets you nowhere. Now, I’m going to change.”
“Shall I join you?” Rowan asked with a glint in his eye.
Aelin made a contemplative face before saying, “No I don’t think so.”
Before Rowan could retort Aelin took off to their chambers at a run, getting the head start she needed to close the door and lock it before Rowan could follow her in. At his firm knocking Aelin only laughed and dropped her box of sweets on the chest at the end of the bed before taking herself and the kitten through to the bathing room.
After a good soak in the bath Aelin dried herself. The kitten, who she had decided to call Mollie, had played around the bathroom as Aelin bathed. Aelin even used some soap to blow some bubbles for it to chase. The little runt was too cute for its own good. Donning a soft robe Aelin exited the bathing room and slipped the kitten into the deep pocket at her chest. The kitten was tiny enough, or perhaps the pocket big enough, that Mollie disappeared entirely from view. Aelin then grabbed a book from the bookshelf, opened the window a little, and deposited herself on the bed and waited.
A few minutes later Rowan flew in through the window in his hawk form and landed on the footboard of the bed.
“Hello pretty bird,”Aelin said and Rowan screeched. “Stay in your hawk form a little longer. I always forget how pretty your feathers are.”
Rowan let out a huff and ruffled his feathers, but he obliged.
Aelin’s smile grew. “Turn around for me, you handsome feathered thing.”
There was definite annoyance in Rowan’s eyes as he again complied with his wife’s wishes. Once he was entirely turned around Aelin eased Mollie silently out of her pocket. At the sight of the bird at the end of the bed the kitten’s eyes grew wide as did Aelin’s smile.
“Stretch you wings out Rowan. I want to see the colours in them,” Aelin said, trying to hide the amusement in her voice.
Aelin watched in delight as Mollie stalked forward as Rowan shifted his wings. Just a few moments longer. Just a few moments is all Aelin needed. Mollie’s tail was twitching and her body wiggling. Just as Rowan went to turn around in question Mollie pounced and Rowan let out a surprised squawk before taking flight and shifting.
“What the hell Aelin?” Rowan said and his eyes fell upon the kitten on the bed. Aelin couldn’t answer. She was laughing hard on the bed, clutching her stomach with one hand and wiping tears away with the other.
Within a week Mollie was sleeping with Fleetfoot in her bed and following either the dog or the Queen around. At times she could be found riding on Aelin’s shoulder as she moved about the castle. Although Rowan would never admit it he had taken a liking to the kitten.
But all his pretence was broken when Aelin and Aedion happened upon him one day, lying on the floor in the library, one of his own feathers tied to a string, playing with Mollie. He laughed and gushed when she made a particularly good jump. But it was the tone of his voice that had Aelin and Aedion frozen in the door way. Aelin had never heard his voice reach such a high octave before as he spoke to Mollie as someone might a baby. When their shock subsided the cousins burst out laughing and in his own shock Rowan had shifted into hawk form and flown from the room, Mollie meowing after him.