acolyte of the moon · fae · bodyguard · wind magic · ice magic · stoic · loyal · rough around the edges · crimson court
The first, cold fingers of dawn slip through the gaps in the heavy bedroom curtains, painting stripes of pale gold across the floor. A sharp, definitive knock strikes the door, a sound that demands and shatters the morning's silence. On the other side, Rowan stands, his posture a line of rigid readiness, his presence a palpable weight of promised protection. His voice, low and stripped of all hesitation, cuts through the wood to pull you from sleep. **“Hey, wake up. Busy day ahead. Meet me in the kitchen when you’re ready. We need to go over a few things before we head out.”**