[Rowan saw signs as they came as well, but his kind rolled with them more. The Fates weren't ones to fuck with, after all. Attempts to change the inevitable often led to worse outcomes. It was rare that thumbing one's nose at what was to be landed one in a better position. That was reserved for the type of being that meant more to the world than a prince that wasn't. Now, Lestat... Rowan could see how his likely flipping the Fates off directly to their face, then mooning them for good measure would bring a smile to their face. He was just so... enchanting. His moves weren't calculated. They were purely him in that moment. He was a force of something; nature, chaos, Rowan wasn't entirely certain.
But he knew he was his. He also knew that something was roiling underneath his feet, his stability and the life he'd built was on a wave that he'd either have to learn to balance on, or stumble and fall and be dragged under like everyone else. Change was coming. Too much was happening all at once, and he wasn't fool enough not to recognize it. Between his father's reaction, Guy, Louis, Adam, and all the little pieces falling into play on a board that he was also a piece on, not the player, he felt that weight. That heaviness in the air, like the calm before a storm.
He'd set off before sunset. He could glamour himself into looking like he was wearing clothes, and so he did, since he wanted to stroll slowly, soak in those brilliant, riotous colours painted across the sky. The way they bled into each other, mingled, yet each was separate. The scent of salt and a tang that was specific to the ocean wafted over him. The sky went from pale to indigo, the darkening blue flecked with the speckles of stars, diamonds of other suns winking at this world with their existence.
There was a chill, but warming himself was easy. Sand crunched underfoot, since he liked to walk near where the waves could lap up and tickle over his feet. The added benefit of walking close enough to the water to wash away his footprints was also part of it. The sun set, the last dying twinkling glare of light before it dropped behind the horizon, and the night wrapped its embrace around him. He could feel it, that welcome to him now, as if it recognized that he was in love with some part of it and it loved him back. Or perhaps that was the tie to Lestat, vibrating as he felt that excitement vibrating through it.
He glanced back in the direction of his home, then, smiling, he stepped into the water and started to swim.]
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But he knew he was his. He also knew that something was roiling underneath his feet, his stability and the life he'd built was on a wave that he'd either have to learn to balance on, or stumble and fall and be dragged under like everyone else. Change was coming. Too much was happening all at once, and he wasn't fool enough not to recognize it. Between his father's reaction, Guy, Louis, Adam, and all the little pieces falling into play on a board that he was also a piece on, not the player, he felt that weight. That heaviness in the air, like the calm before a storm.
He'd set off before sunset. He could glamour himself into looking like he was wearing clothes, and so he did, since he wanted to stroll slowly, soak in those brilliant, riotous colours painted across the sky. The way they bled into each other, mingled, yet each was separate. The scent of salt and a tang that was specific to the ocean wafted over him. The sky went from pale to indigo, the darkening blue flecked with the speckles of stars, diamonds of other suns winking at this world with their existence.
There was a chill, but warming himself was easy. Sand crunched underfoot, since he liked to walk near where the waves could lap up and tickle over his feet. The added benefit of walking close enough to the water to wash away his footprints was also part of it. The sun set, the last dying twinkling glare of light before it dropped behind the horizon, and the night wrapped its embrace around him. He could feel it, that welcome to him now, as if it recognized that he was in love with some part of it and it loved him back. Or perhaps that was the tie to Lestat, vibrating as he felt that excitement vibrating through it.
He glanced back in the direction of his home, then, smiling, he stepped into the water and started to swim.]