Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius - Tumblr Posts
Rowan: How petty can you get?
Aelin: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument with Lorcan
Lorcan: I don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate, or malewife our way out of it this time.
Rowan, cracking his knuckles: Manslaughter it is.
Rowan: Okay, we have to find a way out of here.
Aelin: Burn down the building.
Aedion: I have an idea, but we’re going to need a tugboat.
Rowan: Tugboats and arson, that’s all I ever get from you guys.
Aelin: Turns out I can be killed.
Dorian: You didn't know that?
Aelin: No.
Rowan: So will you be more careful, now that you do know?
Aelin: Mmm nah.
Rowan: Right, right, for a second I forgot who I was married to, let me get a sword...
Rowan: Stop saving the world and get a hobby.
Aelin: So, what, now I'm just supposed to do anything Rowan does? I mean, what if he jumped off a cliff?
Aedion: If Rowan Whitethorn were to jump off a cliff, he would've done his due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry, so yes. If you see Rowan jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff.
Aelin: You jump off a cliff!
Aedion: Gladly, provided Rowan did first.
Aelin: The real treasure was the memories we made along the way.
Lorcan: I almost died.
Aelin: That... was my favorite memory.
Aelin, telling the story of how she met Rowan: But it turns out, a fistfight can be romantic.
Rowan: Do you have a bobby pin?
Lorcan: Yeah. *searches in his hair* Lorcan: Oh, no, wait. I’m not a nine-year-old girl.
Fenrys: Really? Then why do ya throw like one?
Aelin: We’re having a moment, aren’t we?
Rowan: If by 'moment' you mean me not wanting to strangle you for the first time since we met, then I suppose we are.
Aelin: I hate to disagree with you, but-
Rowan: Please, you love to disagree with me. It's your favorite thing to do.
Aelin: And I’d love to be sorry for that, but we all know I’ve done much, much worse.
Aelin: Oh, here’s my award for the most rules broken!
Chaol: That’s not an award, it’s a wanted poster from the king.
Aelin, hanging it on her wall: Well, it has the word ‘most’ in it, so I’m calling it an award!
Aelin: My hands are cold.
Rowan: Here, let me hold them.
Aelin: My lips are cold too.
Rowan: *covers Aelin's mouth with his hand*
Rowan: We'll talk about this later.
Aelin: Fine, I won’t be listening.
Rowan: You have an impressive pain tolerance.
Celaena: Thanks, it's the trauma.
Emrys: You have a crush on Elentia, don’t you?
Rowan: I never said that! You may have heard it. I may have thought it. It may be true. But I NEVER said it.
Lorcan, about Aelin: That girl is a hurricane.
Rowan: Hah, yeah, she sure is.
Lorcan: Hurricanes are bad, Whitethorn.
Rowan: You're cute, but selfish and narcissistic to a point of near-delusion. Rowan: *leaves*
Aelin: ... Aelin: He called me cute.
Rowan: Hey, Lorcan sneezes like a girl!
Lorcan: And how about I pound you like a boy--nope, that didn’t come out right.
(Aelin wheezing in the background)