#reinathane

[richardswan]

starter for: @reinathane​. location: skateland. event: roller disco.

A roller-skating disco night might be just what Rick and Reina needed after weeks of nerves. Having her at home, despite any anxiousness, has been better than okay, really, and a part of Rick was terrified of admitting that. He knew she would leave eventually and capture her own freedom once more, as she always does, and he dreads that day in secret. A part of Rick feels that it’s selfish to want her to stay for, well, forever. It just reminds him too much of when they were young and together constantly, an inseparable pair of best friends. And maybe that’s what they still were after all these years and Rick was simply feeling too nostalgic. 

He reminds himself of just that tonight, especially since he had a date coming later. Someone Izzy set him up with. So, he reminds himself. You’re too nostalgic, latching onto nothing, focus on the present. And he tries, he really does. Hence his theme accurate outfit and evident excitement. By some miracle, he was having a good time. He catches up with club members, old friends, and Olympus natives alike. Somewhere toward the middle of the night he looks for Reina after losing her in the crowd of skating patrons. He catches a glimpse of her outside of the neon-lit circle and Rick skates over to her, stopping himself before he completely hits the wall. He reaches out to open the small door to the outside area and plops down beside where she sits. “You’re supposed to be skating,” Rick teases with arched brows, leaning back for a moment. “I thought you’d be havin’ the time of your life, ‘cause this is so your scene.” He jokes, knowing Reina would rather be caught dead than attending an event like this. Laughter sounds from him before he stands back up, balancing on his skates, “Come on, let’s go. You’re skating and dancing with me, even if I have to drag you out there.”

[andythane]

REAL FAMILY DOES NOT COME FROM YOUR BLOOD it is the people standing beside you when no one else is

DEATH VALLEY -- a thane family playlist. listen here.

[chrmxiing]

           closing the door to his room in the club house , he’s sliding his cut on and walks into the grab room , his hand touched the harley that was plastered in a dent in the wall . making his way down the long hallway , his eyes focused on the phone in his hand . If it wasn’t for her voice cutting him off , he would have possible bumped into her , running her over . ❝ sorry love , didn’t see you . what’re you doing here so early ? ❞ he inquired her as grassy hues scanned the clubhouse , they were the only two their apart from some prospects .

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[beckymorrison]

Starter for: @reinathane​

With the newly bought apple pie, Becky had made her way over to Reina’s house. She knew that probably no one was waiting to celebrate a birthday at the moment with the funeral of Sutton coming up, but to Becky it was probably the best way to make room for something else in her brain. She had done enough crying in her opinion so who else was better than Reina than to make her think about something else. She walked through the backdoor, letting herself in and it didn’t take long to find Reina. “I come bringing birthday cake so please don’t kick me out of the house.”

[teagansmaron]

SPECIAL DELIVERY: @reinathane​

LOCATION / TIME: Lakehouse / Toward Sunset

Initially, when Teagan came down with two bottles of Pinot Grigio to occupy the chair beside Reina on the dock, she didn’t quite know what to expect or if her invitation would be accepted. The last time she had seen Reina had been at Maddie’s birthday party. After that celebration, silence filled the air but maybe it’s expected when your husband suddenly vanishes from the picture. She doesn’t hold much of a lasting impression of Jason. The times she has been near him, a handful of times with one including her first visit to the lakehouse years ago, he was too much for her own liking: inducing a migraine toward the end of the evening. Though, she gives endless credit to the woman married to him for putting up with his bullshit so long. And while the brunette doesn’t openly voice it, she believes Reina deserves more ─ better. But these are confided thoughts. She just wants to enjoy their evening, drowning the rest of their wine, whilst admiring the beautiful sunset creeping behind the Evergreen trees. 

As she tops off their glasses, the second bottle Teagan brought down is empty, she glances back at the lakehouse and the distance. While she isn’t inebriated, it would take her forever to get them a few more bottles when she can just ask Jeremiah to bring it down for them. “Alright, time to text harass your brother-in-law to bring down a few more bottles for us because I’m too comfortable here,” she states in a chuckle. The glow of the iPhone screen is blinding in comparison to the growing darkness around them. It’s one of the fastest ways to get in contact without screaming on top of her lungs  ─ which the thought alone is too much work. As that’s taken care of, the woman turns back to Reina as a hand rests on the nape of her neck. “So,” it trails from her tongue, feeling the buzz in her mouth, “Are you planning on staying single or giving the men of Olympus a run from their money? Maybe even planning some world domination instead?” It was probably insensitive to ask but this is Reina: just look at her.

[richardswan]

starter for: @reinathane​ location: olympus medical center.

Waiting feels like torture. While he sat in the hard waiting room chair all he could do was shake his leg up and down, a nervous habit that reminded him too much of his mother. He did the same thing the day Fiona was born. Sitting, waiting, shaking his leg anxiously. But back then, there was no dread. Just excitement and the good kind of nerves. And this, to be frank, was quite the opposite. It was his best friend, close to death, lying in a cold sterile place that reflected nothing of who she was. That alone makes his face scrunch. He thinks of the drive there, he thinks about running red lights and almost driving up onto the curb. He thinks about giving poor Andy a heart attack with his sudden frantic nature. She’s important, he thinks to say in defense of his recklessness, but the words never come. He thinks of the people, the ones who didn’t know her, who will bring kind, trivial sentiments and get well soon balloons. Perhaps a waitress at Calliope will bring a card and a thing of gift shop flowers to her poor boss holed up in a hospital room. The thought makes Rick feel sick, his stomach turning, which was a complex combination mixed with his already present nerves.

And yet he still thinks to get some. Flowers. Maybe it’ll make her laugh, the ridiculousness of it. Here’s a thing of daisies that’ll die in five days, sorry you were blown up. It’s something they’d laugh about as kids. Though it’s more grueling now that it was a reality. Then, a miracle, a nurse comes over and finally allows him inside. He had already issued his apologizes for barging in like a maniac. “Thanks,” Is all he can mumble in response, his throat dry. He grabs his coat and follows the nurse, leading them to Reina’s room. When he gets to the door, his hand reaches out to grasp the knob and turn it but it takes him a second. He hesitates before pulling it open, walking inside. “It’s me.” He says upon arrival, moving to take a seat beside her bed. Rick looks at her and doesn’t say anything at first. They never really needed to. The man scoots closer, holding his hand out for her to take. He attempts to muster a smile, “Well, this certainly isn’t fuckin’ ideal.”

[andythane]

REINA THANE | @reinathane​

It’s become abundantly clear that of all the people stuck at the community center, the ones thriving on the chaos are the teenage boys -- Namely, Andy’s nephews. Though, he has a feeling it’s AJ leading the charge, with Rhett following behind him. It’s kind of entertaining, though he’s sure everyone’s patience will wear thin having kids running around the community center. “I’m bettin’ either they’re gonna get y’all kicked out,” he nods to his nephews, laughing lightly as he speaks to Reina. “Or cause somethin’ to start floodin’.” He’s only teasing -- They both know no one will be bold enough to come up to the two of them leaning against the wall, scanning the room. “I got money on the latter.” 

[andythane]

REINA THANE | @reinathane​

when + where olympus medical center, february 14th

Once Rowan’s in the company of a nurse checking her injuries and her vitals, Andy has a moment to step outside. He makes three calls, the first to Reina, knowing she’s one of the only people Rowan will want to see right now. The second, to his brother, catching him up on what’s happened despite how little he wants to repeat the details of tonight. The third is a brief call to Maureen to let her know he’d be home in an hour or so. The last thing they need is to panic the kids, or have a frantic nanny assuming the worst. His heart ached, thinking about how they would have to explain the injuries to their children -- No matter how vague their answers would be. Andy pushes the thought from his mind, knowing that right now, all that mattered was his wife in her hospital bed. 

He doesn’t leave Rowan’s side until Reina arrives, refusing to leave his wife alone -- Even while she’s asleep. He steps outside as a nurse trades places with him and Rowan has fallen asleep. Andy doesn’t go far -- Only stepping into the hallway to meet his sister in law, grateful to have her by his side rather the doctors and nurses giving him sad looks. There’s a short list of people he’s willing to have a conversation with right now, and Reina is one of them. And unfortunately, she’s already in the hospital with a tragedy of her own. Andy can’t bring himself to think of all the people he loves who are hurt -- “She’s sleeping.” He greets her, not bothering with pleasantries. “She’s gonna be okay.” Physically, at least. Andy swallows the lump forming in his throat at the thought of how else she’s going to suffer from this. The sound of Rowan’s sobs, the tearful and panicked explanation of what happened -- It’ll never leave him, always remaining like a quiet ringing in his ears. “Thanks for being here. I know Iris is --” He hates the way he pauses, a sigh passing his lips. “Lets get a cup of coffee. We both look like shit.” Andy suggests, mostly so that they could find a quieter place to talk -- One that didn’t include the wandering eyes at the nurses station.