Who: Rowan & Phoenix What: Rowan catches Phoenix sneaking out & things come to a head Where: Camelot Castle When: Monday evening, October 15th, 2018 Warnings: TBD but probably swearing & also mentions of death
It had been a little over a month since Wyatt and Azalea had died, and in many ways Rowan still felt like he was walking through a fog. Aside from the first week he'd spent at home with Drei healing from his injuries, he'd mostly just been going through the motions, emotionally detached from everything that wasn't his own grief. He went to work, he came home. He went to Camelot on his days off, spending most of his time working with the Magics department, or looking in on Phoenix. They'd talked about what happened... somewhat. But mostly they'd existed in comfortable silence together, avoiding the subject when they could, while Rowan privately worried about what Phoenix was going to do next. He knew his friend well enough to know that eventually, Phoenix was going to try and do something that may just get him killed.
Losing Wyatt had gutted them both. It's not like Rowan didn't understand the desire for revenge. He wasn't normally the type, but even Rowan caught himself thinking about what he might do if he came across that woman again. If he ever encountered the wolf from Remus's past again who'd torn a young girl to shreds while Rowan had only been able to look on helplessly. He just couldn't stand to lose anybody else.
His new scars tingled now just as much as the one that had first been Remus's, the one that had inexplicably appeared on his body mere weeks before the night of the attack. He should have realized. At the time he'd waved it off as just another one of those things that happened to you as a reincarnate. Honestly considering everything else that had happened to him since Remus came along, a random scar appearing out of nowhere didn't seem like that big of a deal. Until the night he came face to face with the wolf who'd given Remus that scar in the first place.
Wolf healing factors were significantly better than humans, but they still weren't perfect. Rowan had his own scars to remember Remus's old enemy Fenrir now, the one at the left side of his neck was the angriest looking of the three but the one running up the side of his nose and along his shoulder would probably never fully heal either. Living reminders of how Rowan had failed to save both Azalea and one of his best friends. The fact that Wyatt had also been James didn't make the loss any easier to manage, and Rowan sometimes had to find creative ways to balance his grief with Remus's grief in ways where he could still at least semi-function throughout the day.
Rowan didn't necessarily care about the scars. He hated what they represented, but having them wasn't any sort of superficial blow to his ego, not when he already knew how awful he'd been looking in general. Haggard, always tired, grief stricken. No one in Camelot felt the need to ask him about the marks on his face, but it had taken some explaining at the precinct. Part of Rowan knew his days as a cop were numbered now. At some point the excuses he gave were going to start drawing attention from the wrong people, and sometimes he thought he was still under some level of scrutiny because he'd been Phoenix's partner. Honestly, Rowan didn't feel as heartbroken by the knowledge that his career as a police officer might be over as he would have a few years ago. A lot about Rowan's life had changed since then.
It was getting late, but it was already a lot later in New York so Rowan wasn't in a hurry to get home. Drei knew he probably wouldn't be back until after he was already in bed. At some point towards the end of the day he'd lost track of Phoenix, so Rowan was making his way through the castle on a search for his friend to say goodbye before he left, when he saw a suspiciously familiar four legged form slipping out one of the lesser used doors that led out to the grounds. Rowan immediately followed.