I will not push you away...
Who: Avarian, Caranthir ... again... they're loud. >.> What: Caranthir wanders upon a much lighter Avarian in the Gardens... When: Uh... probably, presentish!
Avarian: *is up and around again after several hours of rest, walking around the gardens*
Caranthir: *beating head against wall, figurativly*
Avarian: *hasn't seen Caranthir in a while, wonders briefly if Maglor scared him away.... decides that's probably for the best*
Caranthir: *is not SCARED**is taking a walk to clear his head though*
Avarian: *wanders through the gardens, sniffing flowers and daydreaming, and trying not to dwell on that ... has an idea on how to mend things, and will write a letter when her hand is betteR*
Caranthir: *is really feeling rather lost, metaphorically speaking*
Caranthir: *so just wanders*
Avarian: *sits crosslegged on a bench, with some flowers she's picked, and starts trying to weave them together, with a hand and a half*
Caranthir: *wanders passed, eye twitching*
Avarian: *looks up* Moryo!
Caranthir: *TWITCH**looks up* You are looking better....
Avarian: *smiles at him, like light's pouring out of her again* I may even survive this after all. *winks at him* I believe Elrond was sorely upset that he had to untie me.
Caranthir: >.> I am sure he was.
Avarian: *looks him over* Are you unwell?
Caranthir: I am quite fine. >.<
Avarian: If you insist. *chuckles, bends over her flowers, goes back to weaving them*
Caranthir: *watches her for a moment**sighs*
Avarian: *finishes, sets the wreath on her head, playfully, then gets up and pads over to him* *is apparently barefoot, in a garden, with a dress on.... *
Caranthir: *twitch*
Avarian: *walks around him, then comes to a stop in front of him* You've been at the forges. How is the theatre coming?
Caranthir: It is..coming along well. There were some issues, that have been resolved. *decides to NOT mention Maglor trying to burn the place down >.>* I am just taking a walk while I try to get over a creative block.
Avarian: Perhaps if you talk it out? I found with my jewel-craft, that helped.
Caranthir: Nay, that is fine. *glowers* I am walking it out, I do not need to talk it out.
Avarian: *ducks her head* You wish you had not come upon me. I will leave you to your walk.
Caranthir: I do..and don't. *shakes his head*
Caranthir: It is not something I can explain.
Avarian: *touches his face with a finger, delicately, then drops it* You are still waging war in your head over this. .... Please, do not let things overly trouble you. If the answer is not clear, I do not think it ever will be.
Caranthir: That is not the war that rages, Lomiel.
Avarian: Then it is not. *nods* But there is one, of some kind, which ... is likely why you are walking about and cannot focus on your crafts.
Caranthir: Merely a realization. *made the more apparent by the way the cleansing of her scars has lightened her*
Avarian: *thinks the woman in her dream-vision was right* *isn't sure how to approach that subject, though*
Caranthir: *scowls darkly* I will leave you be.
Avarian: I enjoy your company.
Avarian: I merely think that mine is not what you need, at this moment.... and... that hurts, but it is the truth. Whatever this realisation is has you quite torn.
Caranthir: *eyetwitch again* *blunt* I cannot be anything more to you, so long as I am drowned by the past.
Avarian: *tilts her head a bit, regarding him* Do you wish to be?
Caranthir: That matters not.
Avarian: I believe it does .... for if you do not wish to be more, then there is no point in troubling yourself over trying to change.
Caranthir: *glowers at her*
Avarian: And if you do, and you are trying, then I would like to help ... but I suppose everything I say is only making you more angry with me. *holds up her hands, as if in truce* I am not your enemy, Moryo. Please, just find yourself some peace of mind. In crafting, or whatever you wish.
Caranthir: *laughs* I am not angry with you. Myself, but not with you.
Caranthir: *swats at the air with his hand and then rubs his temple* I am going to go now.
Avarian: *looks at him, a bit worriedly* ... Take care, Moryo.
Caranthir: *nods his head, and continues off on his little walk**is very depressed noldo, yes he is*
Avarian: *watches him go, with a perplexed look on her face*
Avarian: *follows him, a bit* Wait ...
Caranthir: what?!
Avarian: *takes his hand, squeezes it* I have missed you.
Avarian: I just ... wished you to know that. *eyedarts*
Caranthir: *pulls his hand away* *looks like the feeling is mutual, then his face goes stern and he turns to walk away again*
Avarian: ... I will be here, for another few days, and then you will likely see me around. I would like to see you again, when you get through this creative block.
Caranthir: Maybe.
Caranthir: No guarentees.
Avarian: If I had known my healing would turn you away from me, I would have fought Elrond off. *says this, in nearly a whisper*
Caranthir: It is not your healing that has turned me away from you >.<
Caranthir: I am afraid that I will only drag you down with me. You do not deserve that. Especially now.
Avarian: Do not think so little of me, that you think I cannot remain strong in the face of whatever darkness you bring. *smirks* The healing has not made me any less stubborn, Moryo.
Caranthir: *chuckles* I must deal with this myself, first.
Avarian: Then deal with it. *nods her head a bit* But do not think you are escaping me. *winks at him*
Caranthir: I admit, I do not want to escape you.
Avarian: *smiles* *nods* Then that will have to do, for now.
Caranthir: Will it?
Avarian: I will not push you away, I will not allow you to do so, either, but I cannot make you love me. *chuckles* I hope you will work through this, and we might at least be as close as we were, before. But if all you can give me is that you do not wish to escape me, then I will take that, and be happy.
Avarian: I am not worthy of you, or your family, in any case. *twinkles her eyes a bit*
Caranthir: It is the other way around. *sighs*
Avarian: *snorts* It is not you who alienated your brother by dancing in a Brothel. ... Which, I admit now, was beneath me.
Caranthir: *raise eyebrow*
Avarian: It was. And it created opinions about elves that were incorrect.
Avarian: Zhibal knew this, and I believe her end goal was to keep me there long enough to .. un-break enough, to realise it on my own and leave.
Caranthir: *twitch*
Avarian: If you see Maglor, please tell him I am sorry.
Avarian: For that, and for snapping at him when he came to visit.
Caranthir: I shall, though I doubt he will believe it.
Avarian: I cannot make him believe it. I can merely say it and mean it, and keep saying it. *shrugs her shoulders* *picks her wreath up off of her hair, and twirls it in her hands*
Caranthir: *nods his head, somewhat sadly, and turns and walks away*
Avarian: *playfully sets the wreath on his head as he walks off*
Caranthir: *takes the wreath off and growls*
Avarian: *tries not to look like a kicked puppy*
Avarian: *walks back into the houses with a sigh, decides resting is a good thing*
Caranthir: *plops it on the head of a kid as he walks past, and disappears into the city*