As Father Says...

Rex contemplated walking away from her for a few seconds. He’d managed to slip away from her once he wasn’t sure if he’d manage to do it again. But still Rexly sat down when she promised to be civil.  “You can tell Vigil where I am and he can come talk to me himself. The answer will still be the same.” Rexly’s tone was flat. He was serious he wasn’t going to go with either of them. 

“Perhaps I’d be more complicit if I knew what in the ever loving fuck he wanted.” Rexly took a sip of his drink. He patted his pockets checking to see if he had any cigarettes on him. Rexly wasn’t a smoker but Enfrys was. Rex would allow this character slip. Nethrali didn’t know who Rexly was. AS luck would have it Rexly found a few lone cigarettes in the inside pocket of his jacket. He leaned over to light it on the candle on the table. If he’d been masquerading as Enfrys he would have asked his sister for a light but Rexly wasn’t that classy. 

“If Vigil wanted my company so badly he shouldn’t have waited thirty years to ask for it.” Rexly took a long drag and exhaled. “You know maybe if this had been oh I don’t know, twenty or even eight years ago I would have considered it, but not now.” 

Rexly had been out with his colleagues, he couldn’t really remember exactly what they were celebrating was it a marriage? Birth? Could have been a funeral. Either way the night was going good. This wasn’t their usual spot but they were happy enough to drink anywhere and do all their speaking in thieves can’t. One by one his companions had split off to flirt with a bartender or had probably passed out in a corner.  Rexly soon found himself alone. He walked up to the bar to get himself another drink before he headed home. He couldn’t help notice that the bartender was glaring at a table. Probably hadn’t purchased anything yet.  

It was standing at the bar that he noticed his sister. She looked anxious not her usual callous self. Rexly took the drink he’d bought and against his better judgment walked over to her table and set the drink down in front of her. He’d almost gotten away with not being noticed by her but her eyes must have caught his hand moving away. 

“Oh no,” Rexly said his eyes darting around the room looking for someone else he recognized. “Saw you didn’t have a drink, rude to just sit in a tavern and not get something. Trust me I’m saving you hassle the barkeeper was giving you the stinkeye.” 

“It looks like you could use a drink.” Rayne recognized the distress of her situation. Had she not been executed? Rayne imagines the mess of feelings that wrecked her when she met her fate.

“Bad news?” Rayne wasn’t in the mood to toy with her as much as she just wanted to know the details. This woman seemed more like an equal than a toy. Rayne could always tell who she wanted to play with and who she wanted to know. Interest peeled and now Rayne was navigating the waters of chocolate conversation.

“I’ll keep the rounds going on my own tab if you tell me what is eating at you so. My name is Rayne Vitae.” That name, never changed from the one she was holding with the noose tightened. Some might even recognize it.

“I’m hoping this can be a lively conversation in the end.”

        The parchment crumbled up loudly within the tavern as clenched digits enveloped the letter written by her father; stress felt as though it had its own tight grasp upon her and was only getting tighter by the minute. How could she have been so foolish to have allowed her brother to slip through her fingertips? Petite arms crossed at her waist as her body leaned further against the booth, her eyes dropping to the wooden table. Disappointing Vigil was never a great feeling and usually the events that followed were unpleasant; even as an adult the anxiety of punishment brewed within her stomach and made her feel uneasy.