WC: 695.
If Lucia thought she displayed anger, Cotl’s glances topped it. His eyes, bi-coloured and burning, danced in the firelight with a mere dislike for all that seemed to stand in his way – in some remote wrinkle of her brain, there were similarities. It was as though she has seen this look before, but where, that was what puzzled her. Some quiet voice, somewhere in the deeper parts of the corridors of her mind, whispered about her reflection, but without knowledge of her affliction, the ebony outsider paid it little thought – instead, she just watched him, studied him. He was an intriguing creature. With that cold, almost disapproving gaze fixed upon her, Lucia wondered if she were to feel uncomfortable. For a moment or two, no more than a few seconds, she did – but as quickly as it came, it vanished. She felt no need to be intimidated by the coyotes anymore, they had had their fun with her purebred ancestry, and now it was merely time to just go with the flow. She would show her respect, purely for Snake and Gabriel’s benefit, but she would not get on her knees for them. Whether her rank was lower than the rest, it didn’t matter – she was not the lower species, just merely sacrificing her birth right for her lover, and in some way, in her mind at least, that was more powerful than any rank, in any clan. She had guts, and that was all that mattered.
As his frown lingered over his tanned face, tendrils of black hair falling past his eyes, Lucia could not help but wonder if Cotl ever smiled, or ever felt anything bar this pent up rage he displayed. It was a curious thing, for sure – after all, everything had a trigger, and finding out the cause for others was always an interesting task. Perhaps, when trust came into their vicinity, she would discover his, and if luck were to rear its ugly head, her own too.
These thoughts came and went, her malachite orbs now responding to Cotl’s hard stare. Though from a distance it might appear as though she was looking straight at him, which was not the case. More to the fact, she looked through him, a mark of respect, which explained the tinge in her stomach. Lucia was proud, and stubborn in some cases, but for Snake, she would withhold these traits. She paid her respects to the higher ranks, but never once denied her breed. They were just as good as coyotes, she thought, and her opinion would not change any time soon.
Watching Cotl, it was strange how quickly a topic altered his behaviour. The once moody expression now replaced with curiosity, an interest in the mind-altering substance in which Lucia had picked up somewhere down the line of her travels. She was not sure where her lover stood on the matter of drugs, thus had hidden her habits as best she could. She suspected he knew a little, for word travelled fast when it came to the dirty little secrets others harboured, but the extent of his knowledge was unbeknown to her, and she was not about to tell him straight any time in the near future.
Pulled away from her thoughts, the talk of piercings made those viridian eyes dance wildly. Their fire, brought alive by the burning fireplace, spoke of interests far deeper than just morbid curiousities. Lucia, already baring one tattoo, had a considerably large interest in body modification, and to add to her, somewhat feeble, collection, well… she would not complain. Smirking, her face resembling a half-smile, half-amusement, Lucia tilted her head and stared at her companion. “I would not say no,” the words rolled off her pinkish tongue without hesitation. No doubt she sounded seductive, flirtatious – amongst other things, but it was not intentional. That was just her. “Where do you pierce?” There was playfulness in her eyes now, perhaps this would allow Cotl to relax - she would hope so. “…Oh, and lets keep this little session between you and me, eh? Wouldn’t want word getting around that I’ve got cocaine, if you know what I mean…?”