Location: Floor 53: Rowan’ studio
Players: @padmeonline & Achilles
One week.
That’s how long they went without any true interaction, a whole week. It felt odd to Rowan; when passing each other in the hallways of their guild it was... strange. Though he tried to keep some semblance of normalcy. If he was with Luna and they walked pass Jude. He would smile( she didn’t) which caused Luna to ask what he had done.
“Why don’t you worry less about my love life and we focus on these new duty roster for our guards.
This had caused Luna to scoff making the backhanded comment of “What love life.” He had walked right in to that one because it was true. Jude was off doing her thing, not wanting his help , not wanting to talk. Which left Rowan giving her space and avoiding Leo. It wasn’t hard to see them together, but it just reminded him even more... that she had walked away. Content to leave him to be the guild master and she could focus on her. Focus on Leo and Radish and anyone else that wasn’t him. Not that he could blame her, that day- in her garden. Had turn sour quickly. A talk that was meant to try and help. Turned into a fight- one in which they had both left the other with cuts from their digs.
Rowan had taken to sleeping at HQ, for like a day. Before he gave the whole endeavor up and headed to Green Wolf Retreat. That’s why he built it wasn’t it? To get away when someone in the guild needed to. Right now he didn’t think there was anyone that needed it more then him. He left word with, everyone. That he could be contacted by comms if there was an emergency. So for the rest of the week, he slept in a hammock out back ( not wanting to sleep in the master bedroom that was for the three of them.) And after running some Mazes with Noir or Garrison or some other player. When his guild business was done and he was no longer wanted or needed. He came to his studio and drew.
He drew a lot.
Sketches littered his drawing table, and the floor. A table full of paints, and brushes, of all shapes and sizes. Knives to sharpen his coal and chalks, colored pencils oil pastels. Canvass leaning against walls and tables. another table where he crafted his own canvases to paint or draw on. This place was his garden, in the past week. He had done more drawings than he had in the past three years.
He had a canvas or a work in progress for every person that mattered to him. Battles scene from the last three years; good memories and bad ones, there were all here filling his loft. His current project- was Jude. He sat at his drawing table, coal in hand, eyes closed as he tried to remember how she looked when her power first start to show. Trying to convey the awesomeness in that moment. to illustrate her beauty her strength but he couldn’t. All the pictures of the many attempts- and there were quite a lot of them were scattered around him. In all mediums but there was something... “- Something’s missing,” he sighed pushing throwing the coal away in frustration. If only she was-.
He notice movement outside his window and he saw her. Jude, his Jude.. When had she arrive? He didn't know, he didn’t care not really. Rowan was just happy to see her, and to see her without a perpetual frown aimed only in his direction. He had to admit, she looked like she was glad for the space. Though there was still tension in her shoulders, he could see that from here. Even still, she was beautiful. Feeling his heart constrict at the sight she made. He grab a pencil- since it was the closest and started to sketch furiously. Maybe now, he could get it right.













