Oh, muse, where have you gone! 
.... & Yeah, I know what you mean. Saliva-mouthed Lucia is funny! 
Don't suppose you have AIM do you? Maybe discuss how things will roll in futher detail? 
...Great post btw!
The stranger seemed so at peace. Lucia wanted to scream at him, wanted to tell him to be angry, be violent. She wanted spitefulness, she wanted hatred. Her mind could not possibly begin to fathom these pleasantries from anyone, especially a male. What made it considerably worse was that smile. She had seen it many times before in her travels. It was soft, angelic. It was the archangel of all smiles, and it made her sick. She could almost feel the bile build up in her throat. What was he thinking? Why was he smiling? She had not said anything remotely funny, had she? It was an ugly day, revolting in all its sunshiny jolliness. How could he not see that? What was this peace he revelled in? All these thoughts spun round her head so fast. She thought her mind might just cease to work, that she might just keel over and die. Not that she would complain about that, it would just be irritating that it would happen in front of a man.
It was apparent, however, that he was watching her intently. This made Lucia extremely uncomfortable. Part of her wanted to gouge his eyes out, and part of her wanted to cry. It made her feel like a monster, made her feel unsightly. It made her feel like a freak. A small warning snarl escaped the depths of her throat as she let one malachite coal slide over his direction. She wanted him to back off completely, disappear maybe. But that could lead to him taking his food elsewhere, and that would just not do. She needed to use this, use him even. The hunger wasn’t leaving any other way; pride would have to take a back seat on this one.
It was during the silence between them that Lucia noticed the paint around his right eye. This confused the ebony female. She couldn’t understand why anyone would want to mark themselves. She hadn’t many scars at all, but they haunted her every day. In particular, it was the one across her left eye. Every reflection, every meeting, every… well, everything. It was there glaring back at her no matter what. It wasn’t how she got it that kept the dark cloud above her head; it was simply the fact she had been stupid enough to let it happen. It was with this thought that her mind drifted, floated off into some distant memory that should have been locked tightly in one of the many rooms in her labyrinth of a mind.
She could smell the ashes cooling; she could taste death in the air. There was thunder in the distant, and a crow cawing somewhere nearby. She was staring at the shell of a wooden cabin, charred flesh tickling her nostrils. Her mother was in there once, but whatever was left, she didn’t want to know. It was clear that she hadn’t made it out because of the thick musk in the air. Lucia’s heart ached, it screamed out a thousand times. She felt lost, alone. She felt anger.
Lucia snapped back into reality, a shiver shooting down her spine. The flashbacks were a royal pain in her backside. She really needed to do something about them. Looking back at the male beside her, her sight having drifted during her little vacation down memory lane, she noticed a sad smile on his face. Her lips parted as though to ask why, but she stopped herself. Her brain cursed her for even considering being nice to the stranger, as though it was forbidden. Twisting her lip into dark smile, Lucia remained silent. Her mind still pondered on the past, it wanted to go back there again.
It tried, it pushed and it shoved at the frail obsidian woman. Her mind screamed and clawed, trying to bring back memories she could not be bothered to relive. She knew what was next. The death of her father... he was the reason for that scar. She had hunted him down, tortured him, and burned him alive. As a last struggling attempt, he had swung at her, catching her eye and causing the wound. He was the reason for her mother’s death; he was a disgusting excuse of a wolf. She had rid the world of him, but he lingered. He had marked her, and the only thing that went through her mind at that point in time was simply that she should have seen it coming. Silly, silly Lucia…
‘In return you must give me your name…’ The words brought Lucia back to reality as quickly as she had slipped away again. That was a stupid thing to do really, considering her lack of trust with this man. He could have attacked her at any second, she had let her guard down again. She growled bitterly under her breath, making a mental note not to do that again. Lucia hated her mind sometimes, and she most certainly hated herself.
“Uh-huh…” She responded, staring emotionlessly at the stranger. She tilted her head slightly, trying to work him out. There had to be a hidden motive, there had to be something else going on here. Nobody was this nice, and that went especially for men. “Lucia…” She finally muttered grumpily, having failed at any sort of seeing into his soul. Lucia hated closed books; she hated those who could lock their thoughts and feelings away. It was jealousy mostly, and Lucia could be a very jealous character indeed.
“…You?”