The third law [Terzo x Reader]

Omelette

"Finally!"

Sister Ingrid's voice rings out first, as the screen of the cell phone begins to fill with life and familiar faces. Small windows quickly appear, forming a mosaic of Sisters connected from different points of the abbey, and soon many other voices join Ingrid's.

"It's been two weeks since we've heard from you; we were starting to think you were dead!"

You smile, looking at their curious faces, some covered by heavy makeup, while others wear head coverings. Since you've been there, you haven't had to wear the habit and corpse paint that had become your identity in the two years since you joined the Order. "Sorry, girls, I've been busy."

"So, how's it going with Papa?" Some girls lean in closer to the camera, curious about what you have to tell them, but before you can even respond that technically he's no longer Papa, another sister interjects, "Did you do it?" she asks boldly, and a series of excited squeals make you roll your eyes.

"Girls-"

"How's Papa?" Another one asks, and then another, "Where is he now?"

"Did you talk to him about me? Does he remember me??" A French-accented sister interrupts, only to be immediately cut off by another sister from another window. "Sweet Satan, Julie, why would he remember you? And why should they talk about you?!"

"He said he loved my accent!" the French girl retorts immediately.

"You've only made it once!"

"And you haven't even made it once! You're just jealous, Jane, because you're British and no one likes your accent!"

At that point, Jane is about to get up and leave the room, threatening, "I swear I'm going to kick her ass right now." but the other two friends with her manage to hold her back while Julie mutters something in French.

"Girls, seriously?!" You finally manage to intervene. "Calm down, please, Jesus!"

"Yeah, let her speak!" agrees one of the older sisters, and finally there seems to be quiet again.

You sigh exhaustedly before starting to speak again. You love your Sisters, but sometimes it feels like you're living in a crossover episode between Sex and the City and Twin Peaks. "Things are... complicated. A bit." The girls look at you impatiently; you can read on their faces the desire to skip the pleasantries and get straight to the juiciest gossip. "You were right, he's rather... unpredictable. He's a difficult person, but also very affable... I think he's just very stressed right now, but we're working on it. All in all, I'm doing fine."

"What's his house like?" one of the younger girls asks then. "Is it true that his bed is made of skulls?"

You narrow your eyes, "What?! No! No skulls, it's a perfectly normal bed!"

"Then you've seen it!"

"Of course I've seen it! I've been living here!"

"And you slept in it!"

"I DID NOT sleep in it!" You sigh exasperatedly, looking up, "If you really want to know, he told me to say 'no' if he were to ask me to."

For long moments, silence reigns. Some girls gasp, others show a perplexed look to the camera.

"Well, here we go..." Ingrid starts again, "I told you he hit his head and went crazy!"

And again, the chorus of voices plunges the video call into chaos. All you can do is sigh in desperation and roll your eyes.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Terzo is trying to stretch enough to reach the glass shelf. It isn't very tall, but he can't stretch much, having to also balance on the crutches he's been using more and more often, making the bandaged leg a dead weight that prevents him from standing for too long.