author’s note ; because i miss writing, and i love aelin, and rowaelin is giving me life. because @rowaelinsmut is a goddess and has helped me feel so at home in this fandom and has just been an overall delight for all my obnoxious, any-time-of-day squealing. thank you for your kindness and support and for just being you. anyway feedback is most appreciated bc i am an attention ho and also it helps to know what the audience likes :”) tITLE TO BE DETERMINED IM SHIT AT THEM SO this is a stand-in lmao
word count ; 1920
ship ; rowaelin
chapter rating ; t for language, sexual themes
tags ; au, modern setting, rowaelin, humor, romance
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chapter i
Left. Left. Left.
She rolled her eyes, the dim amber light from the salt lamp set atop her nightstand illuminating her features rather darkly. Circles lined her eyes, shadows crossed her brows, and the wind from a low-powered fan blew hair across her forehead causing a tickle of discomfort. With a disgruntled groan, Aelin shifted in bed and set down her phone.
She chewed on the inside of her cheek, fingernails digging into her palms as she considered her options. On one hand, there resided in her top drawer a very wonderful, well-used toy. On the other hand, the peskier of two hands, she fucking missed flirting. The latter thought is what propelled her, with an air of absolute self-loathing, to grab once more for her mobile device and blind herself by the world of Tinder.
Oh my goddd
I love this!! I can’t wait to read more!
foxboylucien 