Tag: Regynn x 5

“Did you see him?” 

“Yeah, I saw him.”

“Well? Did you talk to him?”

The slight shake of the head accompanied by an almost inaudible, “No.”

“Why ever not? That’s the whole reason you came back wasn’t it?”

A shrug, “I guess. That was part of it anyway.”

“So. Why didn’t you talk to him?”

Regynn finally raised her head, her eyes glistening slightly in the lamp light, “He was with someone.” she shrugged before lowering her head to her sewing needle.

“Someone? Someone. Why that little…” 

“Clair no. It’s my fault. I went away without a word and stayed away. Without a word. It’s been ages since I spoke to him. Besides, we were always just friends anyway. Marc never saw me as anything...

The room was small and dusty, light filtering in through the thin, worn curtain, revealed layers that hadn’t been touched in ages. Aut at the old woman’s words of apology Regynn smiled and shook her head, “It’s perfect. Thank you so much for taking me in.”

The woman took Reggy’s hand, holding it in her own, firm with strength and determination underneath an exterior wrinkled and bent with age and woe, “Of course dear. You did so much for my Benny when he was in the stockades. He talked about you often before he passed, he said you were his guardian angel. How could I not help the woman who let me hear from my boy while he was away.”

She let go of the priestess’ hand and nodded, “I’ll bring you some tea and then...

Clair looked at the woman across from her, torn between revulsion and an almost childlike sense of wonder. She had, of course, heard of the Forsaken, but she’d never seen one in person much less engaged in conversation with one.

The exposure of the woman’s major joints, the parchment thin skin hanging on like shredded bit’s of gauze were unnerving to say the least. But the thing that had given her the most difficulty was the ragged flesh of her face. Even when the woman paused in speech, Clair could see the dull gleam of wickedly jagged teeth and the blonde shuddered to think of what the woman had been gnawing on to leave them in such a state. At the same time Clair found herself being drawn in by the woman’s exuberance. She...

“I thought you’d be happy. She’s not alone anymore, she’s got someone.”

Kya shook her head and glanced at her sister, “Not the right someone though. Not the one she’s meant to be with.”

Clair speared another bite of egg, waving it at Kya for a moment before popping it into her mouth, “You’re not the one who decides these things.”

The red head looked down from the window of her flat, watching Regynn and Jonah walking down the street laden with baskets of food. “I didn’t, fate did.” She said, slumping into her chair and giving her untouched breakfast a dejected glare, “But fate is fickle.” She muttered.

“Well I don’t believe in fate, we make our own fate.” Clair answered, her own gaze turned...

The three of them stood in the kitchen, Kyalith, her hands elbow deep in hot, sudsy water, washed the dinner dishes while Regynn took the clean ones from her and rinsed them, then handed them to Clair for drying.

“I think it’s romantic. It’s like me and my husband, we knew each other from school. From the moment I looked at him I knew he was the one.” Kya said as she handed a platter to Regynn.

Regynn took the dish, sighing in exasperation, “I’ve told you a million times, Marc isn’t my boyfriend. We’re just friends.”

“You have to forgive my sister.” Clair said, taking the platter and swiping a towel across it’s wet surface then putting the still damp dish on the shelf. “She sees the world through rose...