Despite having varied schedules that keep them from their home, it becomes concerning when Rey finds that Nick's outings have been more frequent and longer in duration. She's finished up shop at the Speakeasy, arranged a new batch to ferment for the next few weeks in the cellar... But when she comes home, she finds the house vacant once again.
It's been like this for a while now that it's started to become the new normal. Thing is, Rey doesn't like this being normal. She wanted to give herself some space and, to some extent, Nick as well, in light of recent events. However, it's also important to stress the fact that she doesn't resent, for whatever reason he might assume the worst for.
Undine, their mixed memories... Rey has both been meaning to and avoiding bringing it up with anyone, feeling a tad bit of embarrassment for her own actions as well as confusion. She has... good memories, memories of a fabricated childhood that never could have been programmed into her head by someone like Gregory, who wanted to punish her for the death of the very woman her new fond memories revolved so frequently around. Maybe it's because the reopened wounds are still fresh, but she doesn't appreciate the fact that the gods have roped Undine into their little games. She doesn't need the reminder.
While she would normally be thinking about sleep at this hour, it's the last thing she wants right now. Not just because of Nick, but because of the thoughts that have been haunting her for a while. Well, more so than usual.
By the time Nick comes home from one of his late patrols, Rey is sitting at the table. The lights are dim, helping to provide a softer tint amid this pounding headache that's surfaced over the last few hours.
At least it's pain that she knows she can deal with.
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It's been like this for a while now that it's started to become the new normal. Thing is, Rey doesn't like this being normal. She wanted to give herself some space and, to some extent, Nick as well, in light of recent events. However, it's also important to stress the fact that she doesn't resent, for whatever reason he might assume the worst for.
Undine, their mixed memories... Rey has both been meaning to and avoiding bringing it up with anyone, feeling a tad bit of embarrassment for her own actions as well as confusion. She has... good memories, memories of a fabricated childhood that never could have been programmed into her head by someone like Gregory, who wanted to punish her for the death of the very woman her new fond memories revolved so frequently around. Maybe it's because the reopened wounds are still fresh, but she doesn't appreciate the fact that the gods have roped Undine into their little games. She doesn't need the reminder.
While she would normally be thinking about sleep at this hour, it's the last thing she wants right now. Not just because of Nick, but because of the thoughts that have been haunting her for a while. Well, more so than usual.
By the time Nick comes home from one of his late patrols, Rey is sitting at the table. The lights are dim, helping to provide a softer tint amid this pounding headache that's surfaced over the last few hours.
At least it's pain that she knows she can deal with.