How should things go with this, you think?
It didn’t take long for Lucia to get noticed. Strangely, or perhaps simply just not predicted by the obsidian female, it was not the mother who spoke first. It was the bouncing snowball, who seemed like it had been on speed since birth that made the first move. A high-pitched, irritating ‘hi!’ rocketed through Lucia’s ears, she almost cringed with disgust. Though, deep beneath the exterior, Lucia could feel the remainders of her heart melting. She could feel the jealousy within her. Part of her always wanted a family, but due to Snake and his vanishing act, that dream was even further away now.
It didn’t take long for the small fur-ball’s mother to make an appearance. Lucia watched in silence as she picked her up. She studied the family for a moment. Her malachite eyes slid over the snowball first, then across the male pup who Lucia couldn’t decide what he reminded her of, and finally drew over the mother. She could see something deep in her eyes, something that reminded Lucia of herself. What is was, however, Lucia could not place a finger on it. It was a mystery, though in reality, it was probably the sense of loss, heartache or the myriad of other things Lucia was in denial about.
After minutes of silence, Lucia thought it best to say something. She wanted to be cruel and spiteful, she wanted to air her jealousy to the world, but she didn’t. Her anxiety was too strong for that, she had not drunk enough to be confident. “It’s no bother.” Lucia’s eyes fell to the floor as she spoke; eye contact was not a strong point. “Well they’ll grow up one day, so it’ll get easier surely.” It was at that moment in time, when the words rolled off her tongue that Lucia wanted to add the words ‘poor little buggers’ to her sentence. Growing up wasn’t how children imagined it; it wasn’t all fun and happiness. It was painful, horrible… unfair. She almost pitied them. They had all the bad things in the world to come, and they couldn’t even see it. Innocence was a cruel, cruel thing.
Giving a quick glance over the small creatures again, their giggle grating against Lucia’s skull, the ebony female spoke one more time. She didn’t really have too much to say, but curiosity had gotten the better of her. She was hesitant at first, almost shy. She was dependant on her alcohol, but had not yet devoured enough of it to stop caring completely. She would though, eventually. By the evening, her soul would be dead again.
“What’s it like… being a mother and all? Is it as amazing as they all say?”