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*Rowan hands Aelin her folder*
Aelin: Uhh... Personality overview. Ms. Galathynius displays compulsive behavior...
Aelin: In my own defense that was last week.
Aelin: And if anybody, Rowan, doesn't like it, there's the door. *blasts the glass wall*
Aelin: Prone to self-destructive tendencies...
Aelin: I was dying! And I mean please, and aren't we all?
Aelin: Textbook... narcissism?
Aelin: Agreed.
Aelin: We both look lovely tonight.
Rowan: You know, if you just said that I look lovely, I would've said "so do you".
Aelin: I couldn't take that chance.
Aelin: I know we've always had this unspoken rivalry— Lorcan: It's not a rivalry, you're just always mean to me. And it's not unspoken, you talk about it all the time.
Aelin:[entering the room]I need you to tell me-
Manon:[lying awkwardly on the bed, flustered and coughing] Huh, what?
Aelin:
Aelin: Is Dorian under the bed?
Under the bed:[muffled]no.
Aelin: I am god.
Aedion:You yelled 'shut up' at the thunderstorm and it just happened to dissipate, it was merely a coincidence. You have no power.
Rowan: Shut up, she is god
Aelin: So next question, you're in love with Dorian.
Manon: That's not a question.
Aelin: So you agree it's a fact?
Manon: Yes.
Lorcan:*wears dark grey*
Aelin: Bringing out the spring colours, I see.
Computer: Enter a password
Rowan: *Types Aelin*
Computer: password is too weak.
Rowan: HOW DARE YOU PATHETIC-
Aedion: I have something that i need to get off my chest...
Lysandra: Your shirt? please say it's your shirt.
Aelin: Is that your dad?
Fenrys: Yes, that's him and Fenrys.
Aelin: He named a dog after you?
Fenrys: No, he named me after the dog.
*aelin, lysandra, and elide listening to All Too Well 10 min TV*
evangeline, from around the corner: FUCK THE PATRIARCHY
elide: does she no what the patriarchy is?
lysandra: she has no clue but i told her this is the only song she’s allowed to swear in so it’s her favorite line
aelin: as it should be FUCK THE PATRIARCHY
Aelin: I meant the chocolate.
*Rowan regretting his life decisions*
[at dinner]
Aelin: can you pass me my will to live?
Lysandra: Aelin, i can’t toss Rowan across the table.