#turbx

Rhegan went days without making adjustments. She simply followed the rules, stuck to her curfew and behaved the way her boss expected her to. --Needless to say it was rather short lived. 

Curfew raised and considered to be rather trustworthy, she began to alter things. First in her room, filling her closet and walls with familiarities. Expensive gowns, paintings, and trinkets filled the rather small space. So small that it began to flood into the rest of the home.

Little things here and there would begin to vanish. --Only to be replaced with new, more expensive versions !! Things that were actually fitting of a future royal and an actual god.

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“ Wait until you see the new lamp,” She bragged, curls bouncing around her face as she lead the other to the front door. "You remember the old one, correct? It was brown and the base was made to look wooden? Trashed it. I had to.”  

The male in response only raised an eyebrow, pretending to look interested. Ashcroft was only there to crash for the night. Injured and having just escaped the infirmary and Riley’s grasp it was a wonder he was even putting up with Rhegan’s chatter. He could have just as easily gone to Eveyln or even possibly, Celine.

“Okay, okay.” The brunette squeaked, opening the front door. “tah-dah”

Turbo simply waltzed into the room, easing himself down onto the couch without even bothering to glance to glance at the aforementioned lap. He was in pain and just wanted to sleep. “ oh yeah, “ The villain hummed, “it’s a brilliant lamp.”

It was obvious that he didn’t care or bother to even so much as look at the fixture but Rhegan happily played along for the sake of both of them. “Isn’t it?”

Her smile faded a little bit, excitement dying away at the familiar sight. To be a villain hurt and handcuffed in the infirmary.. Well she had been there too. There were parts of her visit that she couldn’t remember but for the most part, it was pretty coherent.

“How are you feeling?”

“Shitty.” Ash replied bluntly. He attempted to pinch the bridge of his nose but just moving his arm in such a fashion was enough to make him wince. The pain meds the doctor had given him were finally wearing off. “Three stab wounds, so many stitches I lost count. I want to find that bitch but-” another movement, another wince of pain, “--it’ll have to wait.”

She sighed, moving to sit on the thrown. “I can do something to her if you like. Or better yet, Ariston can-”

“No.” He cut her off, “I can deal with this myself. Eveyln will probably try to go after her, I don’t need an entire entourage going after Riley. Even if she deserves it.”