Hothouse Flower

↳Exhibit A: Daisy/Aelin both flirt with Rowan/Ryke just to annoy the shit out of them even though they shouldn't flirt with them because it's ~forbidden~

↳Exhibit B: Daisy/Aelin are both crazy (respectfully) and Ryke/Rowan both have sticks up their asses and just lets their women do whatever the f they want while smiling proudly at them.

↳so this is Ryke (H) and Daisy's (h) story (a year or so after Kiss the Sky). these two have been circling each other for YEARS but they can't do anything because of the 7-year age gap and Daisy was only 15 when they first met. 3 years later, Ryke is still a bit hesitant because of Lo (his brother) being overprotective when it comes to Daisy, and of course her problematic mother. but then they realized that they just wanna be together and they were like ehh fuck it. consequences be damned.

again, this story is more character driven so there's no "plot" BUT this does have the whole road trip storyline for the most part.

"... Your brother's existence caused your parent's divorce, and yet, you gave up most of your time and energy to help him through his sobriety. How can you possibly think you're a pain in their life? What you've done for them, it's nothing short of heroic, and if you can't see that, then you're blind my friend."

“Yes, yes, right there! God, yes. Holy…!” Even in the darkened room, I can distinguish limbs. The girl’s tanned legs are split apart by the edge of the bed, her back curved upward. She clenches Ryke’s hair, his head between her thighs as he kneels on the ground, his body hidden by the bed frame.

"You're a hothouse flower. You can't grow under natural conditions. You need adventure. And security and love in order to stay alive."

"You're a hothouse flower. You can't grow under natural conditions. You need adventure. And security and love in order to stay alive."

He's like my wolf-- dangerous, alluring and protective.

He's like my wolf-- dangerous, alluring and protective.

"Every theory you've ever fucking had about men, I'm going to prove wrong."

She's the sun. I'm the dark. If she's gone, I can kiss that fucking light away. Without her, I know I'll never see it again.

I love watching the sun rise more than watching it set.

I can't empty my soul to every person who thinks I'm an asshole.

Everyone sees partial sides to Ryke, and he lets them think he's just an athlete with no brains, an aggressive asshole. It's like he's been alone for so long that he's lost any interest in showing off his worth.

I think it takes a really strong person to be that way, to not care what people think, even when you're better than they say. I have no idea why he'd be satisfied with doing that.

He never looks at me like I'm half of myself, too beaten to love, too fragile to handle.

"You're a hothouse flower... you can't grow under natural conditions. You need adventure. And security and love in order to stay alive."

Our greatest happiness has always been with each other.

She's the sun. I'm the dark. If she's gone, I can kiss that fucking light away. Without her, I know I'll never see it again.

[Rose is] about as maternal as a fucking brick wall, her nose curling in disdain when a baby cries or acts out. But I do know one thing—when she loves someone, she invests her whole fucking heart and time into them.

I can see why it's confusing having him as a father. I don't know whether to run away or stay and hear him out.

"I love you," he tells me. "I've always loved you. Whether you can believe it or not is up to you. I'm not here under false pretenses. I don't want your fucking statement to the media. I don't want your forgiveness. I just want you in my life. I want my son. If that means having to listen to your insults every goddamn dinner we have, fine. But I'd rather have that than nothing at all." He spreads his arms wide. "Your decision, Ryke."

"Boys are like pillars," Rose tells me. "Ryke is something to lean on. But they don't make you move. You have to do that for yourself."

"I want to hear you fucking roar, Calloway."

“You’re a hothouse flower… You can’t grow under natural conditions. You need adventure. And security and love in order to stay alive.”

“You’re a hothouse flower… You can’t grow under natural conditions. You need adventure. And security and love in order to stay alive.”

“To me, he’s worth every loud moment, every peaceful silence, the crazy and the sad, the restless and the quiet.”

“He’s like my wolf—dangerous, alluring and protective—but I can never get close enough or else he’ll bite me.”

“Beginnings are the hardest because they’re the parts that pull people in, that make them want the ends. And endings are the most painful, the parts that can leave you bleeding out.”