REINA THANE + @paiintedinflames
LOCATION: Rhea and Cronus’s Home
Somehow, Jason’s wake is even worse than the funeral had been. At least there she’d been able to sit silently and play the part of grieving widow, a phony tear or two rolling down her cheek as a few friends, Rhea, and even Cronus managed to muster up some tribute about her husband that felt incredibly off-putting. His parents displayed him as a saint and his loyal followers spoke of him like he was Jesus Christ himself, dead too soon but soon to be resurrected to save them from their sins. Reina couldn’t think of a worse nightmare than her husband coming back to life just to kill her for her own sins against him. But they’d buried him after, she watched as his body lowered in the casket six feet underground and took comfort in the fact that if by some grace of God he was still alive, there’s no way out of the grave they put him in.
Now, at the wake, more is expected of her. She’s spent the majority of it fielding sincere condolences from older club members and people who didn’t really know her late husband, and anyone who did has still looked at her with pity or placed a hand on her shoulder that’s supposed to be comforting. It’s enough to make Reina sick. These people don’t realize what a relief it is to be rid of him, even those who know of his violent tendencies don’t know how often she’d been the one to endure them — they all must be thinking that poor woman, left alone with three young children and no husband to take care of her. And by what has to be the hundredth sorry for your loss of the evening, Reina’s had more than enough and steals away to the kitchen under the guise of helping Rhea put another pot of coffee on.
Andrew’s presence in the kitchen is a welcome one, her shoulders releasing the slightest amount of tension. He may be Jason’s brother by blood but the two of them know the man and his true colors maybe better than anyone else save for Rick, and she knows Andy is just as relieved as she is to see him gone. They haven’t spoken much since Rick had called him to help clean up the scene of the crime — to make it look like nothing more than the product of a decades long war started by none other than their own father — and Reina has never been great at expressing gratitude, but she’s more than thankful for Andrew and his help in this. For now, all she can offer him is a shot of tequila to express her thanks. “Cheers,” she speaks up, pouring a finger of liquor in two glasses already sitting out before she slides one in her brother in law’s direction. “I know this day can’t be much easier for you than it is for me. We may as well get a little drunk.”
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Hi hello just wanted to thank you for letting me live twitter free, it truly waters my crops to not have to use that app just for dnp
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REINA THANE + @brutcllysoft
LOCATION: Reina’s Home
Scrub. Rinse. Repeat. For the past hour or so, that’s all that’s been going through Reina’s mind, faltering only when Rowan had shown up and she needed to supply her with her own set of gloves and a sponge to make things go a little faster. They don’t have much time until she needs to go pick the kids up and bring them home to avoid Rhea’s suspicion, or at least to avoid a lecture she doesn’t want to hear. She thinks of her kids at their grandmother’s, blissfully unaware of the fact that their father is dead — that his body has been hauled off by his brothers and their sons and taken god knows where. Her mind wanders to what it might be like when they get back — whether they’ll know. Rhett has always been intuitive and she can almost see the scrunch of his face when he smells the scent of bleach that’s filled the hallway upstairs, the knowing look he’ll give her when she tells them Dad isn’t coming home from his business trip. AJ will be angry and Iris will be inconsolable, but Reina thinks Rhett’s cold silence that’s sure to come may be the worst of them all.
The overwhelming stench of cleaning products and the throbbing from the open wound on the back of her head brings Reina back to the reality she’s found herself in, her bleach soaked sponge threatening to wear on her hardwood floor if she doesn’t keep scrubbing. Her gaze shifts up to where Rowan is dutifully doing the same, though she thinks she can almost see the thousands of thoughts swirling in the blonde’s mind. She may be quiet for now but Rowan has never truly known how to obediently keep her mouth shut and Reina can only guess that it’s just a matter of time until she’s faced with an onslaught of questions from her sister that she doesn’t have the answer to.
So she should keep quiet, prolong the inevitable as long as she possibly can and just keep scrubbing, but she can’t stop watching as Rowan’s sponge just misses a tiny spot of blood in the corner over and over again. “You’re missing it,” she snaps, harsher than she should be given the fact that her sister is helping her. But Reina’s been built on harshness and her frayed nerves aren’t helping anything. “There’s a spot right in the corner you keep missing. If you’re going to do this, do it right.”
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