Copman.

“Eugene, about before...” He knew this conversation was coming, in whatever awkward form it may take. But Eugene wasn’t one of the bad guys, no matter what Reggie had initially assumed, so the least he deserved was an explanation.

❛ it’s all about greek mythology , namely the tales of athena && zeus. i honestly can’t put it down. ❜ there’s a sheepish smile as she glances over towards him , aware that once she began a conversation regarding one of her greatest PASSIONS , it would be exceedingly difficult to stop herself. reggie deserved a period of relaxation without being bored to tears , so she’s going to try her best to grant him the tranquility he so rightly deserves. current position in the pages carefully noted , the book is set to one side whilst a GENTLE  hand situates upon his arm , the familiar affectionate smile whenever she was in his presence coming to form upon her countenance. reggie often engaged in prolonged periods of work , but that didn’t prevent her from worrying over his well being — because when he was CONTENT ,then so was she. ❛ but how’s your day been ? i was hoping we could grab some lunch together if you’re free for the rest of the afternoon. ❜

“Well, at least you won’t be hard to buy for when Christmas comes around again-- if in doubt, I can just resort to some mythological piece.”

It’s a small wisecrack at her expense, but she knows that he only means it in jest. Mythology isn’t Reggie’s area of expertise at all, but he enjoyed watching Claire talk about it. It means that she’s passionate. He wouldn’t mind going out for lunch actually, he’s worked up more of an appetite than he’d first thought, come to think of it.

“Unless something urgent comes up, I’m free. Where do you want to go?”

 fetch had long since pretended to forget what reggie called her when she tried fighting delsin and he’d taken her powers. she’d been called a lot worse, but it still pierced the skin. of course, that is anything but why she’s here. she’s hardly that petty to go after someone for that anyways. no, she is here to watch his back. he’s nothing in comparison to what the dup and their conduit army can do, but still. delsin and eugene are dealing with a lot and fetch? fetch was faster than the both of them.    ❛ yeah, some uh… some shit’s going down and i need to get ya outta here.    don’t worry, d’s fine. he and eugene are dealing with margeret. i just… i’m    gonna get you out to one’a the towns away from here. ❜                                                                              she watches him, there’s no smarmy smirk                                                                              at her lips. instead she shows concern and,                                                                              possibly fear.

Her explanation does nothing to calm his nerves, apprehension rising at an alarming rate at the mention of trouble stirring up in the city. Reggie wonders in secret if Delsin put Fetch up to this, to getting him to safety even though he is more than capable of protecting himself-- or is he? This was the DUP after all, and he is no conduit.

Still, he’ll be damned if he lets himself run and leaves his younger brother to deal with this shit on his own. He appreciates Fetch’s efforts to help him, but she will need to do a better job of convincing him to leave Seattle temporarily.

“Tell me what’s happening first. What’s so bad that you need to get me out of here?”

  “ – you’re lucky D told me not to kick the shit outta you. ”

“-And why’s that?”

Actually, he’s pretty sure he knows the answer already.

the  PICTURESQUE  view over salmon bay never grew tiresome , no matter how many times she witnessed it — pure rays of sunshine radiating upon the glassy waters of the bay , scents of pine && timber delicately cruising along on the whisps of breeze that emanated from the nearby copse of evergreen. && what better way than to spend to spend her day off ? relaxing outside of the longhouse with her chromebook && a cappuccino from latte owl , simply  BASKING in the sheer beauty of the scene. && just when she believes that this couldn’t get any better , the familiar sound of her beloved’s vehicle brakes to a standstill , a welcoming smile being exhibited over towards him as he exits via the driver’s side door. over the past few days , the quantity of paperwork that he’d engaged himself in was  PROFUSE , so she’s been highly anticipating the two of them spending some quality time together , without the burden of work looming overhead. ❛ not working yourself too hard there , are you sheriff ? wouldn’t have the time to grant a lady a little company , would you ? ❜

He suspected that he’d find her here if he looked-- (it’s the scene of their very first date, after all). Work’s had him beat as of recent, and Reggie was starting to crave a little bit of free time to rest and to breathe. Not even looking behind him to check that the truck was locked after pressing the relevant button on his keys, he starts walking over to Claire, ready to just relax and spend some time with her - he feels he owes it to her after being at work for so long over the past week.

“I’ve been busy, but I’m sure I can make an exception for you.”

Placing a kiss on her forehead, he settles down on a seat next to her, casually peering over her shoulder to look at whatever’s managed to capture her attention now. 

“-Fetch...” It’s not hard to spot her from a distance, especially when it’s fast approaching night and Reggie is already a vigilant man as it is. She may be approaching from behind, but he’s long gotten used to having to watch his own back when he’s in the city.

Their last meeting (and admittedly, also their only meeting thus far) hadn’t gotten off to the best of starts. He was hellbent on locking her up and she wanted anything but that - and Reggie was slowly coming to terms with understanding why Fetch had every right to feel and act the way  that she does.

Still, when he turns around to face her properly, there’s still that initial apprehension that runs through him - the downsides of being made an orphan through the work of a different conduit.

“I thought you’d be with Delsin. Something up?”

Knock knock knock. He’s groaning into his pillow, secretly hoping that it was just a cold-caller who’d soon go away and leave him be. But the knocking stays persistent, getting louder and more urgent, and Reggie forces himself to get up and get himself looking at least half-decent.

“-Alright, alright, I’m coming!”

Early mornings didn’t suit him - especially when it was an early morning on a day where he didn’t have to go into work. In fact, he’s still half-asleep when he opens the door, weary eyes struggling to adjust to the sudden change in light. He doesn’t recognize the woman at the door, and it leaves him confused.

Off-Duty; Alright, so...

I need to make a new promo and revamp nearly all of my pages on here, but I think now’s as good a time as any to come back to Reggie. With tonight being NYE I am already on the alcohol and half-tipsy, so I’m going to start properly being back on here from tomorrow onwards, but I’m now officially back.