I saw you getting off your train as mine pulled out of the station. How do we keep missing each other like this? Where are you now? I know you had to get my letter because it didn’t get returned. Is it going to be another 5 years before I talk to you again? Or is this it? No. This isn’t it. We will meet at the train station again one day. How can I love someone so much when I’ve barely had any time with them? How did you make such an impression over a decade ago? Why can’t I let you go? I wish you’d call. I wish I could see you. You’ve been the biggest anomaly in my life. I’ve let everyone else go but you. Come back to me, Rowin. I still have your playlist
Fuck them. Rowin was being thrown out of the town he had spent most of his years in because some new ruler didn’t like the idea of him changing into a wolf from time to time. The older ruler didn’t care as long as Rowin had control over what he was doing and didn’t harm anyone. This new one wanted all supernatural creatures out of his sight. And Rowin was happy to, the prick.
So now Rowin had to find somewhere else to live. He had to start all over, build new relations, and gain others' trust. He had to start from the very bottom. And he couldn't just waltz into Tartessos and begin making a life there for himself. He needed to meet with the one in charge and ask if they were alright with letting a new citizen in. One that would cause no harm, and especially keep to themselves. He would need to find a different job before he was established and continue his monster hunting. He couldn't speak of his career until the Prince trusted him enough.
He arrived late to Taressos, too late to try to try to speak to the Prince. He'd try in the morning. So instead he found his way to the tavern, his large pack slung over his shoulder as he found his way to the bar. He placed his things down between his feet as he rested his elbows on the counter. 'I know it's late...but you wouldn't happen to have any empty rooms for the night?'
“ I know the order’s tall, but we could be so much more. Out of the embers we’ll rise from the ashes. Write in the stars with our names” - “A Beautiful Game”, Ed Sheeran
Rowin, i hope you’re able to see the stars from wherever you are. And you better fuckin call me after October 24. I stg Rowin. I better hear from you soon.