Aelin walked the streets of the poorest sector of Rifthold with Chaol and Aideon. As she walked she pretended to listen to Aideon's plans of how they were to free magic. She missed Rowan so much she couldn't think. It was probably their bond together making her crave him to be her with him. She clutched her chest where her heart is she didn't think she could take this much more.
She was evening imagining his scent. Wait. She stopped walking his scent it was the smell of home and she couldn't be imagining it. Aideon and Chaol finally noticed she had stopped and they stayed still listening for attackers, but there were no attackers. She could feel his scent wrapping around her, cocooning her, making her safe.
She turned her face up to the sky closing her eyes, her knees feeling weak, him even just his scent was making her stronger. Rowan. As soon as she said his name, whispering it to the sky he came to her.
He was behind her. She could hear Aideon and Chaol preparing to run and defend her, she waved them off and turned to see him. She stepped into his warmth, burning hot compared to the chill of the streets. Flinging her arms around him she smiled, and Rowan barried his face into the back of her shoulder breathing in her fire. She felt him smile and she teared up happy for him even if she did tell him not to come.
She was complete.
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Rowaelin~~One shots and Short stories
फैनफिक्शनOne shots featuring one of my many OTP's! . . . . . . Rowan x Aelin . . . . . Me 3 Years Later: Man this is super cringy lol, but I'll leave it.
