[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]"noted," rey says, blinking up at talia with awe and respect. she tucks the information into her mind, to turn over and figure out better for later, before standing up. she hesitates to leave for a moment, just in case there's something else, then lopes away.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]god, is there something wrong with him? rey can't help but feel an overpowering worry for ben—he doesn't seem like the textbook definition of okay, and she refuses to let him stew in whatever sickness or problem is bothering him. she knows a lot about suffering, and she won't let her clan-mates suffer—or, if she can't help, then she won't let them suffer on their own.
with what's possibly a foolish kind of bravery, rey steps forward, close to the other, older, larger serval, almost invading his personal space. "we can help you," she says earnestly, genuinely eager to help him. "we can. you're not alone, ben. you've got us."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]rey quickly understands, watching the others shoot questions at olive. she watches in amusement for a moment, before chiming in, "what's your favorite flower?"
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]rey's too busy giggling at the sight of talia just collapsing next to sona to hear what else the chief is saying. she's almost tempted to clamber on top of them and possibly snuggle into sona's fur, but she restrains herself to laughter. then she blinks at bulletwound, only hearing her say that she isn't amazing. "everyone's amazing," rey says, brightly. "so you are, too."
/see more of rey being a qt right here in the rift
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]"a crush is liking someone," rey says, a little awkwardly. "like, more than a friend. i think. that's what it is, right?" she looks up at talia for clarification, blinking. "i can help you practice hunting, if you like," she offers spectralpup. if this keeps on, she'll be giving awkward hunting lessons to almost every one of the rifter kids, but she can't help it—they're precious.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]rey stiffens as fauna speaks up, the ghost's words tensing her muscles for a moment. anti-clan or not, this isn't something children should see. she quickly forces herself to relax, however, for dash's sake. "yes, yes, you can see," rey confirms, forcing a laugh. "come on, the others are busy. let's not bother them, okay?" she walks, away to somewhere without the stench of blood, glancing backward at dash every so often.
/what do you mean by that what do you have planned
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]rey blinks at lady. "it's nice to meet you. welcome back?" it seems that she's a returning member, which seems. nice. and talia obviously knows her from way back, and rey trusts the chief's judgement.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]"i thought gryffindors were the overconfident ones," rey snarks back at mark. "we're only confident because we're actually good." it's easy for the conversation to strike one as an argument, but rey's comfortable enough around them to unleash her sharp tongue without fear of offense.
anima approaches, and rey shoots her a smile. "ooh, you sure about that?" she teases, setting her book aside. "i've got a few tricks up my sleeve that'll give you a run for your galleons. slytherin versus ravenclaw is first up this year—get ready."
rey blinks, mildly surprised as a serval appears, suddenly turning into one of the beaters on her team. she grins, aiming to give fauna a friendly punch. "that's right, faun. our team's the best since harry potter rode in on his firebolt," she announces proudly, "and you're a regular old weasley." which means she's basically comparing herself to harry potter, fauna to one of the weasley twins, and talia to ginny weasley herself. ballsy as shit.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]are you lost? were you left behind?
the last sentence is unspoken, but rey feels them hanging in the air, hovering above her, invisibly dancing over their heads. it seems to find her, curl around her, and empathy swells up in a painful bubble inside her chest, so vulnerable and fragile that it feels like it can pop at any moment.
from what she's learned about heartbreak, hearts don't break. they burst, spilling their contents all over the ground in a revolting, wet mass that you have to be careful not to step in. her own heart feels like, sometimes, it'll do the same, when she's by herself and longing for a family she's never met. the rift has become like a (temporary, she thinks, quietly, temporary) family, so warm and full of love, and she wonders how wonderful her real family will be.
were you left behind?
did they leave her behind? she refuses to believe that. she'll find them, one day, and that'll tell the contradictory voice in her head wrong. they'll be back. and she's willing to wait for it.
the smile she sends toward winterchills feels forced. a lie. she can almost see her lonely self mirrored in the male, so tired of looking for a vanished family, so tired of surviving on just enough. she wants to ask what about your family? are they coming back for you?
instead, she says: "i'm rey." simple. two words she's said multiple times before during her stay in the rift. she almost can't quite force them out. "you won't be a bother," she says reassuringly. "winterchills, is it? it's good to meet you."
are you lost? were you left behind?
/i tried to rival your muse but i couldn't end me
also
tezuka?? miyu tezuka?? unless im imagining things which happens a lot bUT I USED TO HAVE A GRUMPY ROMANPAW CHARACTER??? that was back on my wildling account rip
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]rey promptly flops down nearby spectral and talia, though her eyes are wide and alert as she surveys her surroundings. "this is pretty," she comments. then she points at the fairy lights, cocking her head. "what are those?" she asks lady, curiosity brimming in her voice.
/look at that muse
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/rip muse sORRY
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]as someone without powers (or perhaps, someone who hasn't discovered their powers yet), rey can see this benefiting her in future fights. the display of powers and abilities had been unnerving the last few times she joined raids, and this might just help her out. "i'm in," she pipes up.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]rey is trembling like mad. when talia appears in the arena, she suddenly can't stop shaking, her body jerking and quivering like she's freezing. talia seems so calm, so carefree, and rey is terrified. the idea of fighting to the death already unnerves her, but with talia involved... she bites her lip to keep from speaking, but she knows her horror is obvious as she spectates.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]"what's going on?" rey demands, fur on end. "who attacked you? are we being attacked?" she's only just arrived, hearing only the last part of olive's words, and she's battle-ready. "are you okay?" she asks olive, frantically looking over the female for injuries.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]so far, rey likes talia's friend. she seems all right to her, and while it's not always best to rely on first impressions, she's pretty sure that lady won't turn out bad. "we met before, but i'm rey," she says, hopping over and taking a seat.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]rey is unfamiliar with the name, but talia seems to know who sylmae is. she decides, for now, she won't tag after the chief, even though she wants to keep close to her, just in case something else happens. she doesn't want talia to...well. "i'll see you, i guess," rey says uncertainly.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]"what's champagne?" rey pipes up, shattering the moment between friends by her appearance. she lopes over, blinking at the bottle talia's holding with uncertainty. "is it something to drink?" she asks, tilting her head to the side.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]they're all so talented. rey feels somewhat insignificant next to these guys, with their pretty words and sad tales. "that's amazing," she says, starry-eyed with delight.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]rey scoots inside, aiming to snuggle up between sona and talia. she's quite tired, and the combined warmth of the two rifters is enough to make her bleary-eyed. "i'm going to take a nap, if you don't mind," she informs them sleepily, curling up contentedly.
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oh dear. "shouldn't we make them stop?" she says to talia, blinking at the squabbling rifters. "they might hurt each other," she adds, a little uncertainly. maybe it's just a thing? they'll be fine, surely.
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