#tw:fire

From the rooftop of her building, Aelin could see all of Orynth, the sprawling metropolis glistening with the crystals of the city lights. She leaned against the glass half-wall encircling the perimeter of the rooftop, flirting with danger like she was so fond of doing, feeling the evening breeze stir her loose hair. Her wineglass dangled between her fingers, her hold on its delicate glass stem the only thing keeping it from tumbling hundreds of feet to the ground and crashing into a million fragments. She took a long sip, rolling the rich red liquid around on her tongue to luxuriate in the flavor–a symphony of dark cherry, oak, and just a trace of violet as the wine went down. 

The perfect accompaniment to tonight’s…viewing. 

In her head, she counted down the minutes, then the seconds. Twelve, eleven, ten, nine, eight, seven…. Her anticipation built by the second, her heart rate unable to control its excitement. Settle down, she warned herself. No use celebrating too early. 

Boom. 

Right on time, an explosion. A cloud of thick black smoke billowed up a few miles away at the far end of the shipping district–the Wilkins lot, if she wasn’t mistaken. Blazing tongues of flame followed right on the heels of the smoke cloud, the fire rapidly catching onto the nearby containers and setting them ablaze. The fire only grew, though contained within its boundaries; it took only a minute or two before the mini inferno had devoured what looked to be the entire Wilkins lot and one or two lots nearby, its flames painting the night in flickers of orange and scarlet. 

Aelin took another pull of her wine and drank in the sight of the raging blaze, a small smirk curling the corner of her lips as she heard the sirens screaming toward the scene of the fire. Not that the fire department would find anything worth saving. 

She’d seen to that. 

She remained at the edge of the rooftop until her wine was gone and the fire in the shipping district had been tamed, reduced to curling plumes of smoke drifting away into the January night. The decadent alcohol left a lingering trace of smoke and embers in her mouth, which only made her smirk grow. She knew she’d picked the right wine. Then she stood up and turned away from the cityscape, satisfied with a job well done. Regarding the empty wineglass in her hand, she tilted her head, thinking for a moment. 

Then she lazily draped her arm over the balcony wall and let her fingers go limp. 

The wineglass plummeted down, down, down through the silent winter night and landed with a crash on the frozen cement sidewalk, splintering into a thousand crystal shards. Curiously, though, glass wasn’t the only thing that rose up as the wineglass crashed into the pavement. No, there was something else, visible only for barely half a second–not even enough time to believe it really happened. 

As Aelin’s wineglass shattered against the sidewalk, a small plume of smoke curled up from the impact point, disappearing a blink after it appeared. Almost as if the wineglass hadn’t just broken, but exploded.

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hi, hello, hey! i’m tea, and i havn’t been in a rp forever. so, please excuse me whilst i try to figure out formatting and everything again! i’m so excited to be here, and bring little annie to life! 

annie cove . 29 . she / her . pansexual . widow.

b a c k s t o r y

annie  had a nice, clean and loving childhood. no scandals, no secrets and nothing but loving and understanding adults. she did good in school, and had her eyes set on becoming a doctor. annie went trough highschool as a somewhat popular and overall happy teenager. and then she started college, and that’s when things started going wrong.

- TW : abuse, fire, arson, death.-

or, they didn’t go south because she started college, but because she met pete. pete was charming and persistent, and annie fell head over heals. he showered her in gifts, compliments and attention. she was on cloud nine, altough her family never really liked pete. soon enough, the gifts and compliments stopped coming. the attention stayed, however it changed character. pete needed to know everything, all the time. he became controlling, and eventually he became violent. annie became a silent and scared shadow of her former self.

annie left college after just two years, to become a stay at home wife to pete. it was what he wanted, and she didn’t know anything other than his wishes at that point. her family tried multiple times to get her to come home, but they never realised just how bad it was. the nightmare that was annie’s life went on for three more years, before coming to an abrupt end.

pete was angrier than ever, because annie had finally decided to leave. she tried to pack and leave in the night, when he wouldn’t notice. but he did, and he started accusing her of leaving for another man. she wasn’t though, she was leaving to save her own life. pete got so mad, that he decided to set the house on fire. his reasoning, was that if they weren’t together they might as well be dead.

annie managed to get out of the house fairly quickly, escaping with just some smoke in her lungs and burns on her legs. pete however, never made it out at all. the fire was ruled an accident, and annie became a widow.

- end of TW -

she got out, alive. from the house, yeah. but also from the relationship. annie left the town they were in, and moved to moorbrooke. because that’s where her parents had moved a few years earlier, and because she wanted a fresh start.

she isn’t the same carefree, loving and social person she was before pete. but she tries to get back to the person she want’s to be.

buying the florist shop was a way to make a future for herself and have something that was just hers. that she could decide over however she wanted, after living with someone controlling her every move for so long.

p e r s o n a l i t y

caring. kind. problemsolver. bubbly.

clumsy. skittish. emotional.

annie is a good friend. she bakes you cookies if you'r sick and will always come to rescue you whenever you need it. she’s funny, can solve almost any problem and likes to do spontanious things.

but, she is scarred by her past and afriad to let people in. she doesn’t trust easily, and is quick to judge someones behaviours. she want’s to find real friends and relationships, but she has a hard time letting her guard down.

she’s not easy, but she is worth it.