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Post by rowan grace farley on Jul 13, 2016 16:56:56 GMT -5
  Rowan had changed her outfit several times already. It had been years since she had been on a date, and Rowan was equal amounts of nervous and excited right now. Archer was considerably older than her – she knew that just at a glance, but she liked that. She would have very little in common with a boy her own age after everything she had been through. She didn’t go out after dark, parties disorientated her with the crowds and the noise, and Rowan had become had something of a homebody since her recovery. Obviously she hadn’t told Archer all of that when they met the previous week; it was hardly an ice breaker to tell an attractive guy that she was deaf in her right ear, had extremely limited vision in right eye and had memory problems to boot. No, she would rather flirt abysmally, and let the butterflies whirl when he asked if she might want to go out sometime. Rowan hadn’t felt normal in a long time, nor had she felt like she could be special to anyone outside of her family. Damon telling her she looked nice didn’t count as a compliment, not to her. Today was a huge deal for her, and Rowan just wanted to enjoy Archer’s company and feel like any other girl on a first date with a guy she liked.
She had been texting with him since they had exchanged numbers, and each time his name flashed across her screen she smiled. They were only planning the date, choosing where to go and at what time. Archer was going to pick her up in the morning and then they were heading to Coney Island for the day. Rowan was giddy and grateful that he hadn’t questioned anything when she had suggested they do something during the day rather than see a movie at night or grab dinner. Still, she was nervous, and kept fiddling with her long red hair while she waited for the knock to come at her apartment door. There were so many things that could go wrong today. Rowan had adapted to life with her disadvantages, and she had every intention of keeping them hidden at least for this afternoon, but she could slip up. She feared coming home clutching her bag and with a heavy heart. This was the happiest she had felt in a while, and it had been the first time a guy had taken an interest in her. She was a shy girl around strangers, and very jumpy when she was out on her own. She relied on Damon far too much, but she hadn’t told her cousin about this date. She didn’t want him coming over and scaring Archer off before she had a chance to step out of the door.
Rowan smoothed down her shorts and eyed her appearance in the mirror again. She was wondering if she should change once more. She wanted to look like she had put some effort in, but not too dressed up. She had been in paint covered jeans and a floral tee when they had first met, her hands slightly smudged with charcoal from art class. Part of her wanted to prove today that she could scrub up well, but then going to Coney Island was hardly a dressy event. She was so torn, and now found herself debating if she should slip back into the summer dress she had been wearing twenty minutes ago. Rowan didn’t have that chance though, since the knock at her door came before she could pick the dress back up from her bed. She grabbed her phone and tossed it in her bag, adjusting it on her shoulder as she crossed to her front door. Out of habit she checked the peep hole before unchaining and opening it up. Rowan smiled shyly up at Archer, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Hi. Find the building okay?” She asked, making awkward small talk because, god, it had been so long since she had been out with anyone, and she had forgotten the etiquette. It suddenly felt easier to talk to the man through text messages and that wouldn’t do for a day in his company.
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TAGGED! Archer Rhys McCormick
WORDS! 706!
OUTFIT! Darling Date!
LYRICS! One October Song - - - Nico Stai
NOTES! <3
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Post by Archer Rhys McCormick on May 17, 2017 13:50:10 GMT -5
  Archer wasn't one for trivial things. He didn't beat around the bush, he told it like it was and he didn't waste his time on things that didn't interest him. Rowan had intrigued him. She was different but in a good way. And she looked so innocent but those eyes of hers, they said she'd seen a lot more than her age would have allowed for. He'd also seen a lot in his life and it had just proven to him that he couldn't wait around and put things off that he wanted to do just because something wouldn't allow him to do it. He could easily rearrange his schedule to accommodate a last minute trip or in this case, a day date. He'd been hoping for a later thing, but he could tell just by the way she was talking that she hadn't been comfortable with the idea. He could understand that, he could see how it could be a little unnerving to be out late at night with a stranger in a city like New York.
It had been easy enough for the K9 trainer to arrange something in the day time for them to do. It was summer after all and everything seemed to happen in the summer. He had thought up some options throughout the week he'd been called off to Texas and then cut the list down. A music festival or even an outdoor concert would be too much. There would be so many people and too many potential drugs in the air for Archer to be comfortable with the situation. He was a Ranger, now a cop and K9 trainer so he was always thinking like a cop. A concert or outdoor festival or gathering had too many variables for Archer so he'd scratched that off the list for the time being. It could be something they circled back to later, if she granted him a second date. By the time the plane touched down after his week away, the tall, handsome man had a plan for their date day, the location of which he'd told Rowan so she could be prepared.
He woke up that morning and went through his usual rigorous workout routine. He needed to stay fit after all. Then he took Donatello for his exercise before returning home and getting ready. After a quick shower and a shave, Archer picked out something light to wear since they'd be spending most of their time outside and it was supposed to be ridiculously hot. He picked out a pair of cargo shorts as they were the only shorts he actually owned and a polo to go with his trainers. He had a limited wardrobe but still wanted to look presentable and denim or even trousers in the heat just wouldn't work for him. Habit had him reaching for badge with his wallet, phone and keys. It didn't matter either way if he had it on him or not, but he did feel safer with it on him. He locked the door and reminded Donny to behave himself before hopping behind the wheel and fighting New York City traffic to reach Rowan's apartment. It was easy enough to find with GPS and it seemed he was pulling up to a free spot, a rarity in the city, parking and heading in to find her apartment. Archer smiled at the pretty red head when she opened the door. "Easy as pie. You look gorgeous as ever, Rowan." He told her because she deserved to know how beautiful she looked. He felt underdressed by comparison but beggars couldn't be choosers and as he had mentioned a time or two before, his wardrobe was very limited. "Are you ready to head out?" He asked, holding his arm out for her to take.
♦ ♦ ♦ Tag || rowan grace farley
Words || 636
Clothes || Lucky Devil
Music || Autograph --Dallas Smith
Notes || <3 |
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Post by rowan grace farley on May 27, 2017 17:26:41 GMT -5
Most of the time the world went by like Rowan wasn’t part of it. She didn’t mind so much since she sort of kept to herself quite a bit now. She had friends in her classes, but they didn’t invite her out or include her as much as they could because of her habit of avoiding anything that took place at night, or that included heaving crowds and strangers she didn’t know. Since Rowan kept her past to herself she just sounded a little peculiar and strange. Maybe if she explained herself it might be different, but Rowan had no desire to be the girl people whispered about, or have her condition known by strangers. It had been hard enough in high school to be seen as different and treated like this broken doll who could do so little. She’d rather keep her demons to herself, confide in Damon when she needed him, but she wasn’t the type to shout her problems from the rooftops or tell strangers her life story. All Rowan wanted was to get on with her life and live as normally as she could despite her impairments. That’s why a guy like Archer taking an interest in her was a crazy big deal, and downplaying it was actually harder than she ever remembered it being. She just hoped she could get through the day without making a fool of herself, or slipping up.
She hadn’t told anyone about this date for a few good reasons. One, she was afraid of jinxing it and then having Archer cancel. Despite surviving what could have been a fatal attack, Rowan wasn’t what she would call lucky. She often thought of herself as getting by, and fortunate to have a wonderful family, but she didn’t get good things without working for them first. She didn’t find money in the street, or win prizes at the county fair. Secondly, she worried that if she told Damon or her dad about Archer that her cousin would already be sitting on her couch making up some excuse to reach the front door before she did. Rowan had already dealt with her overprotective dad greeting her first boyfriend on her first ever date; it had all been embarrassingly bad, and she didn’t need to live through anything remotely similar ever again. No, it was safer and better to keep quiet right now about this budding relationship until she knew where it might be going.
Rowan felt the heat of a blush flood her cheeks when Archer complimented her, and very quickly she found the strap of her bag extraordinarily interesting. “I was a complete mess when we first met.” She mumbled, recalling the paint smeared on her skin from a rather overly keen session in the college art rooms. Some days she got carried away trying to find the perfect shade when inspiration hit her, and Rowan often found herself as colourful as her canvas or art book. “Yeah, let me just lock up here.” She stepped out into the hall, making sure to keep Archer on her left hand side as she locked up her apartment and slipped her arm through his shyly. “Why is it easy as pie, d’ya think?” She asked him curiously, tilting her head a little, and feeling her anxiety slowly start to ebb now that she was with her date for the day, and close to his side to boot.
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TAGGED! Archer Rhys McCormick
WORDS! 578!
OUTFIT! Darling Date!
LYRICS! One October Song - - - Nico Stai
NOTES! <3
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