@Eckhart_Von_Musel ------------------------
"Shards?" Teryn asked, knocking on the door to her room. "You in there?" After about twenty seconds of silence, he felt the door was unlocked. Inside, Teryn saw Vivianne's long legs crossed, as she sat on the bed with her hands on separate mirrors. Her right hand had a dagger between it and the mirror.
She smirked, feeling his presence. She blinked a few times to clear the mirror-like shade from her eyes, relaxing her posture and taking her hands off of the mirrors. Vivianne combed her bangs back over her forehead, swinging her legs off the bed and crossing them. "You want information," she said.
"No small talk with you," he said, sitting in the wooden chair in the corner. "Yes, I do. It's been a few days since I asked you about the Von Musel woman. Did you get anything?"
Vivianne folded her arms across her chest with a slight frown. "Of course I have information. Why her, Teryn? She's all the way in Zantaric. What do you care?" He shook his head, and she scoffed, smiling condescendingly at him. "
You need something from
me, Teryn. I don't need anything from you."
"It's her little brother," Teryn said. Vivianne's eyes widened. "His name's Eckhart. Melissa had a little meeting with him, which ended with a chunk of wood in his side and one of her daggers in his back. I need to get as much information about his sister as possible because I know this isn't going to have a happy ending."
A little brother? Vivianne thought to herself, feeling a brand new hit of betrayal.
Why didn't she ever tell me about him? Shaking the thought from her mind, she shrugged. "Well, Hildegarde loves fashion, probably more than I do. Pink seems to be her go-to look. She's kind of narcissistic, thinking she's the best. And she has major anger issues! Seriously, that woman overreacts like no one else I've ever seen."
Teryn nodded, frowning at the last point. "She's definitely not going to be happy with what happened."
"No shit." Vivianne squinted at him slightly, not wanting to beat around the bush in a conversation. "What's Eckhart like?"
"Uh, he's a thin kid with blond hair. Maybe twenty years old? Dirty clothes with an old cat. Very skittish. Melissa is deadset on taking him out." He put his right ankle on his left knee. "I'm a little worried she'll succeed." All he needed was Vivianne's brow to arch for him to know she wanted to spy. He waved his hand and nodded.
She flopped back on the bed, moving the dagger out of the way and laid on her stomach with her ankles crossed in the air. Vivianne uncovered the mirror shards on her forehead, put her hands on the mirrors, and blinked to reveal the mirror-like eyes.
"-thinks he can get away from me. I'm gonna ring the little asshole's neck," Vivianne heard
Wasp say to herself.
Not while I'm around, Vivianne thought, coming back to the room. "Teryn, I have another contract," she said. "If that's all you need at the moment..."
He nodded, standing up. "Let me know what you come up with."
Teryn disappeared from her room, and she sat up with her hands on the mirrors again. "Alright, Eckhart," she mumbled. "Let's see just who you are."