Rowyn- *Lifts her head a little, long strands of auburn hair fluttering around her pale, thin face as she leans against a large tree, her clothes nothing more than rags....her eyes dull, yet still full of youth and energy. She hugs her sock-covered knees close to her, glaring down at the ground... remembering..*
Ciclope- *His walk is slow, and methodical...His feet tramping down gently through the leaves and the deceased foliage...his arms crossed behind him, holding his own wirsts...his mind is off, as it often is these days...not nearly the warrior or mage he used to be...**His dark red eyes close a bit...and he continues on his path, deciding his route by sound and sound alone, his heart and mind heavy...*
Rowyn- *Lifts her head a tiny bit, her almond-shaped blue-violet eyes widening a little, thinking she head footsteps, she turns her head a little in the direction of which she heard, getting to her feet... her long hair fluttering about her in the breeze, her long bangs falling in front of her face, almost conealing her features....she emits a low growl, stepping slightly into clear view of the intruder, for this was her corner of the forest...her dress, now merely rags at least modestly covered her, the ragged shirt fluttering about her, the material now faded to a slate light blue. She lowers her heada tiny bit, letting her hair fall about her shoulders, concealing her face even more, her long-socked feet gently cruching the leaves fallen to the ground....*
Ciclope- *The figure doesn't notice her...hearing the sounds of her movement, but believing it to be just the wind...his walk continuing at its same slow, heavy pace...his head still lowered and his eyes still closed...he's a very recognizable form...the unmistakeable mask of Ciclope...*
Rowyn- *She recognizes the form... her glare softening a tiny bit. She lifts her head to stare at him, her hair still fluttering in front of her pale face, concealing her features from a distance....she stands, gracefully, lifting a slender hand to place on her thin waist, as if standing causually in the forest* You....
Ciclope- *He lifts his head quickly at the word...and blinks...not recognizing the form...mainly because it's been overa hundred years, plus the hair in front of her face...He frowns a bit...but not out of a competitive anger, more out of a morose stupor...**He shrugs a bit, and continues walking...* Outta my way...
Rowyn- *She doesn't move, lifting her other hand causually, making a small gesture to her surroundings* I beleive you are the one who is intruding.. *HEr voice, deep and rich echos lightly through the trees, tossing her hair over her shoulder, making an annoyed face as her bangs refuse to get out of her eyes. Annoyed, she quickly tosses them behind her with the back of her hand, her eyes almost twinkling, not having forgotten this "unexpected company"
Ciclope- *His head is lowered, so he still does not recognize her...he continues walking, a more peaceable action than he would've taken a century ago...he keeps walking, murmering out in a dull slur...* I'm jus' passin' through...*He pushes past her, not even recognizing her form...*
Rowyn- *Frowning, she crosses her arms, more than annoyed that he would have forgotten her so quickly* Have you forgotten me? Dear me... you must have a short term of memory..*she glares, then turns* Of course, you -were- working for LAvaGod....*stares at the figure, deciding that maybe it's better that if he doesn't remember her, seeing how he was connected to LavaGod.*
Ciclope- *He stops at hearing the name...a dead, full stop. He turns...slowly...turning his body to look at her...he blinks...and his eyes go wide...* R...Rowyn...?*His voice is unbelieving...as if it were a trick...* No...it........it can't be...*He blinks again, and then shakes his head...* Probably another hallucination.*He tells himself...and turns around again, trying to mentally work things out before continuing...*
Rowyn- *She tilts her head, a small smile teasing her coppery lips* So.. you do remember... *her smiles instantly melts as she stares at him* And I suppose now LavaGod knows I'm still alive? *Raises a slender brow, looking at him* You cannot belive I am alive...? I cannot beleive it either.. it is a mircle thatI have lasted this long... *she tilts her head up to the sky* There is nothing in the world to live for...
Ciclope- *He blinks...and then shakes his head again...* No...you're not real...*his voice is shaky...but hard...* You...can't be real. LavaGod killed you...*he reaches his hands up...pressing his palms to his face...wondering why the hell his mind was trying to drive him insane...* Not real...*murmers...sickly...*
Rowyn- *She looks at him, tossing her hair over her shoulder once again* Indeed... he -almost- killed me... I survived.. unfortuanately... *frowns at herself, wondering why the hell she just didn't die* I am real... reality.. I hate reality... going insane might not be a bad idea either, *Looks to the ground, stomping on a sing, fallen leaf* This world is too cruel.. that is what's real...!
Ciclope- *He frowns...deep...practically clenching at his head...* Ergh...damnit...*He drops down to his knees...clutching tight as his head, his entire body trembling...shaking...* no...it's...happening again...*murmers out...trembling more...* hallucinations...Rowyn...god...d...ddamnig......
Rowyn- *Frowns, knealing beside him* Hey now... calm down. *Gestures lazily to herself* I'm real. Really. *nods, tilting her head* What's happening..to you?
Ciclope- Ergh....god...d....DAMNIT!!!!!!!!!!*He frowns and slams his fists down into the ground...whereas last century, large holes would be in the ground...he only wounds his own hands...the hard ground nearly shattering them in his frail state...*He leans his head down...pressing it to the ground...* No.........war...war is over...war...over....h...has to be....
Rowyn- *Frowns, lifting him up in a sitting position, looking at him carefully* Hey...
Ciclope- Gyah....*he growls out to himself...forcing away from the hallucination...reaching up and tearing his mask off, throwing it hard to the ground...realizing it has done enough damage...he presses his real face into his hands...his eyes burning...*
Rowyn- *She grabs his wrists, having never seen his true face, but doesn't pry his hands away from him* Look... I'm alive...whait, what's more important..what happened to my child? *Speaks urgently* Believe that I'm still alive...and calm down..
Ciclope- Ergh....*He tries to pull away from the hallucination...but can't...his body in an incredibly weak, fragile state...the result of operations, attacks, and mental torture....he pulls his hands from his face...and presses his palms into his knees...rocking back and forth a bit on his place on the ground...his teeth clenched tight...his eyes shut tight...trying to block out the hallucination...but his face open now...and obvious...the face of DeNomolos...*
Rowyn- *Her eyes widen...and she stumbles back, staring at her dead lover* Oh my... DENOM?! *She blinks, unable to say anything more*
DeNom- *He blocks her words out...not having been called DeNom in over a century...his fists pressing tight into the ground...his fingers gripping at it...his face pained...tortured...*
Rowyn- *She scrambles over to him, making him face her* Look at me!! *blinks, staring at him.... unable to beleive it's really him* DeNom...? But... you... I... *shakes her head, relaizing she needs him to calm down first before anything else takes place*
DeNom- *She looks at her full on...and for the first time you can see the left side of his face...scarred, and beaten...much worse than the occasional scratch on the right side...his left eye seems slightly larger than the right one, and a long scar seems to almost replace his right cheek...apparently having been mangled, but too precise of scars to be happening in a fight...apparently this was a slow procedure....a slow, painful procedure that did this to him...**He looks at her...but his eyes seem distant...far off...like he's somewhere far away mentally...apparently only being on the edge of sanity when she first met him no more than ten minutes ago...*
Rowyn- *Frowns, and brusts into tears, seeing his scars and such... shaking her head, trying to calm him down* DeNom.. it's me.. Rowyn....*lowers her head, trying not to sob openly* God...
DeNom- No...*murmers out...not accepting the words...maybe not even understanding their meaning...* R...r...rrow....rowyn...'s....d...da...de...*his words become more and more chopped up as his eyes become more and more vacant...almost to the point that his pupils are tiny monoscules of what they'd normally be...apparently nowhere near his physical body...*
Rowyn- *She gulps, shaking him a little* DeNom! Please! It's me, Rowyn! I didn't die...I somehow survived.. please!! Listen to me... *wonders if this is helping any..wondering if it's just making things worse*
DeNom- *He makes another noise...and clenches tighter at the ground...shivering more...his body trembling into Rowyn's...his physical body apparently able to be manipulated by hers, but his mind far off...*
Rowyn- *Gets to her feet, picking up DeNom to his also, slinging one of his arms around her neck, beginning to take him somewhere..*
DeNom- *His body immediately and obediently follows hers...as if he was a puppet...or a marionette...something...something without it's own free will...*
Rowyn- *Eventually comes to a conealed cabin in the woods, kicking the door open and laying him on her bed..she then goes and closes the door, rushing back to the bed to see if this made anything better for him*
DeNom- *He quickly curls up on the hard bed in an infantile position...his body reacting to the temperature change...his mind still far off...making a few scattered, disturbing noises...* r...r...row...rowg...gyuh...yn....*He murmers out...feverishly...his entire body trembling....*
Rowyn- *She turns hi on his back, stroking his foreheaD* DeNom.. come back.. *frowns, tryin her best to calm him down...*
DeNom- g...gy....*murmers ouit...his eyes open wide....his body relaxing a very very tiny bit onto the bed...his body sprawling out on top of it...like a rag doll...beaten...and abused...*
Rowyn- *She continues to stroke his face lightly, cradling him....closing her own eyes to hold back her own tears* Come back.. please DeNom.. *says quietly, trying to comfort him. Contiues to try to comfort him, softly calling to him... wishing she could have helped him sooner.. if only she knew we was alive...*
DeNom- *He shivers a bit...his body limply laying into hers....his face a pained mask...his body frail...nowhere near it's once respectable mass...*
Rowyn- *Gently sobs into him, cradling him in her arms...stroking her face as a mother would her child* come back.. please.. DeNom..
DeNom- *His trembling finally comes to a stop...and at long last his breathing begins to go back into a regular, basic pattern...but his mind is still far away...his eyes locked open...fused in their wide glance...with far-off, non-focusing pupils...**He leans into Rowyn a bit more, more from his body weight reacting than anything else...and it's apparent this is as close as he gets to sleep...*
Rowyn- *Sighs in releif as his trembling stops, but doesn't stop comforting him...stroking his cheek and such, kissing the top of his head* DeNom.... *She weeps silently*
DeNom- *He continues his dreamless, thoughtless, relaxless sleep....his mind far off...but no doubt dreaming of the exact same thing...*