#rcwanthane

prompt ; “ oh , come on ! they were literally holding hands and becoming self aware of their own mortality ! it was a sad moment— stop laughing at me ! toy story 3 didn’t have to do us like that ! “

location ; the thane residency in ventura

date & time ; february 24th at 8pm.

Colliding with Rowan Thane allowed an instant connection of sisterhood to erupt between both of the blondes. The woman was an individual within a short course of time became an influential figure in Cleo’s life. Rarely did she have connections as such with others. A lot of people did not like her due to her razor-sharp tone and lack of remorse if they got offended by her brutal sea of words. People despised that. Nor did she care if they disliked her lack of grace. All of that was different with Rowan. It was as if the universe picked the other and placed the host of ESPN’s Delay of Games in Catalina particularly for them to become friends. It took her by immediate surprise, yet nonetheless, it always kept her coming around and further growing welcome in the residency of the Thanes as she felt right at ease. Always finding it within herself to find solace in other people and their families, time went down when she did not even fret in terms of barging into the home in Ventura, which had been something she did often with Reina ever since the blonde met her. These were her people. A life without them was unbearable. While she refused to admit those words of appreciation, the way she always extended a helping hand if Rowan ever need with the kids, or coming over one of the evenings when Andy was over to make sure her recently announced best friend’s side of the bed wasn’t cold, it was her highest honor to do so. It’s what best friends did for each other. Or as a nickname for them which recently devoured her conscience ─ The Twisted Sisters. 

Tonight was nothing peculiar to Cleo’s entrance into the familiar residency of her persons. The blonde came and went as she preferred. The majority of the times whenever work became a drag, which was more often in the last couple of months and causing her to re-think her position at this company, she dipped out and made way to Ro’s. Being a nuisance came effortlessly to her. Always coming when the other was working, nagging as she was starved and anguished to consume a hefty meal at Bluewater Avalon which always seemed the place of comfort. Just as Cleo came and pleased. The other did as such. It was a balancing effect. Almost always going to a near cardiac arrest ─  the dramatics on this one was never a modest thing ─ after every shower for a couple weeks straight visualized a sight of the other in the newest changed bedsheets. Always working in ways other friendships would find strange and entering into zones of discomfort. It was never something she worried about the other. Nor did she hope Ro cared either because if so, by now, she would’ve hoped a conversation would’ve happened amongst them. After all, they were grown-ups and involved immensely with each other even more with Reina’s depth in the past five years. Opening the hefty front door, it was a workout that caused her to become winded, as the breeze of the ocean breeze coursing way through Catalina on this evening caused a roaring through the sizable home. “Roooooooo!” Silvery tone called out in her appearance as it bounced from one wall to the next. Like a ping-pong ball. If there was one place she knew where to look, it was upstairs.