Rowan and Aelin (Part 4)

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1)

Aelin: Buzzard?

Rowan: Yes, dear?

Aelin: So I have this new friend, Feyre. She's pretty cool. Informative. She knows a lot. Smart bulb, that one.

Rowan: Alright..?

Aelin: *smiles innocently* Could you just shift for me? Just for a second? Please? *pouts*

Rowan: *suspicious* Okay...*shifts*

Aelin: *immediately holds him still and whips out a measuring tape* *measures wingspan* YES! YES! FEYRE! GODDAMNIT YOU BITCH COME HERE! I WIN! I WIN!

Feyre: *sighs* Why am I friends with her?

2)

Dorian: I sleep with a dagger under my pillow.

Chaol: A dagger? I sleep with a full-on sword.

Aedion: I sleep with Wyrdmarks guarding the door!

Aelin: Well, I sleep with Rowan, so...

3)

The Queen of Terrasen is so sassy...

Maeve: A blood oath is eternal.

Aelin: I don't care. Free him.

4)

Rowan and Aelin sharing a bed ft. Fleetfoot

Fleetfoot: *snuggles between them*

Rowan: Aelin this furry abomination is taking up all the space

Aelin: You're taking up all the space. Deal with it. *mumbles and kicks him*

Rowan: *glares hatefully at cuddly puppy*

Fleetfoot: *licks Rowan's face playfully*

Rowan: AELIN IT LICKED ME

5)

Basically Rowan

I may seem like an asshole...

But deep down I'm a good person

And deeper down I'm an even bigger asshole

6)

Lysandra: Aelin, did you eat all the chocolate?

Aelin: Most of the time I'm lying, but this time I'm telling the truth. I didn't.

Lysandra: Then who did?

Rowan: *enters room* Hey you two.

Aelin: Rowan, why is there a chocolate stain on—

Aelin: YOU ATE THE CHOCOLATE! YOU ATE THE CHOCOLATE!

Lysandra: *rolling on floor laughing*

7)

*After Rowan is crowned king*

Evangeline: So...are we supposed to call Rowan His Majesty now?

Aelin: No. You don't.

Evangeline: But why? Wouldn't that be disrespectful?

Aelin: We're like rule breakers here.

Evangeline: Well, I don't mind THAT. Just...people will judge.

Aelin: They can go to hell.

Evangeline: Then what of Rowan?

Aelin: *smirks* I'm not saying we don't need to address him as "Your Majesty" because of the informality we use in our court. I'm saying that because it's just a title, and all my mate does is spar, look puffed up and pretty, and get his grumpy feathers ruffled.

Evangeline: Bwahahahahahah.

8)

Aedion: *minding his own business*

Aelin: *humming while reading near him on the couch*

Rowan: *walks in*

Aelin: *stares at Rowan*

Rowan: *stares at Aelin*

Aedion: *grabs brandy*

Rowan: ...

Aelin: ...

Rowan: ...

Aelin: ...

Aedion: *drinks heavily*

Rowan: *eyes glint at something because silent conversations*

Aelin: *sultry purr*

Aedion: *drains the bottle, reaches for another*

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