My Mate Can't be a Bird! (I swear I'm not into that kind of stuff)

21: Lovers' spat

Prepare for  some more canon divergence! The good 😇 And the bad🤬 And the...smutty? (Maybe a lil bit 😏)

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Celaena

It was her fifth day of chopping wood and this training wasn't going anywhere.

Every day, Rowan would take her to the ruins, and monotonously, command her to shift. She'd say she couldn't, and he'd growl and gnash his teeth like an angry lion.

As they argued, the air grew cold with Rowan's power as he tried to force a shift out of her. Oh, and of course, they would always curse at each other. 

By now, there was no vile name that he hadn't called her, nor she him. What felt like a lifetime ago, Celaena had been too confused to think straight when it came to Rowan. But now she saw him as he truly was—a nasty little fae bastard. Who cared how pretty his face was, when it was always snarling?

But getting knowing of the Wrydkeys was important; she had to try and be nice. So today, Celaena took a deep breath, put aside her pride, and said, "Rowan. I have a request."

Rowan narrowed his eyes. "Despite what Maeve may have told you, I actually have no obligation to follow any orders from you. Any at all," He continued with...wariness??... "In fact, you have no authority to—"

What an inflated ego. "I actually wanted to see you shift," she clarified. "Show me how you do it. And it's a request, in case you hadn't heard."

Rowan pinned her with a piercing stare for several moments.

Just this once, then, he seemed to say. And suddenly there was a quick flash of light, and a hawk flapped its wings where Rowan was, swooping up and landing on a tree branch. 

Amazing.

It had been so long since she had seen fae shift. It happened so quickly, and she was breathless from such a display of power. Scanning the area, she tried to recall what exactly had happened during the shift.

Wait, where did his clothes go? His weapons? 

The hawk screeched and swooped again, talons out for her eyes, and Celaena ducked.

Another flash and ripple of color later, Rowan was in front of her again, fully clothed and growling. "Your turn,"

Still recovering from the awe of fae magic, Celaena blurted out something that she'd rather regret, later on. "Where did your clothes go?"

"Between. Somewhere. Who the hell cares."  Then he growled, suddenly snarling right in her face. "Why are you so damn concerned about my clothes, Adarlanian mutt? It is utterly ridiculous to make lecherous comments such as this. I have had it with you and your behavior. Stop. Harassing me!"

"Harassing you?!" Celaena was at a loss for words. What was up with this man? "Excuse me? And who was it that stuck his hand down my chest less a week ago? I am many things but don't call me a sexual predator, you f*cking fae!"

"Then stop trying to get into my bed!" 

"..." 

What.

The.

Wryd.

Celaena was at a loss for words.