Warning: This is based off a song, but I won't type the lyrics, mostly because that is a tedious task. Genderbent characters.
Oh, and Note: Diana=Fem!Dualscar and the man they're talking about, is a Male!Condesce. I can't think of a name for him, so he'll remain nameless.
Eridan watched as his mother and a man danced. He swung her around by her waist and continued to whisper sweet words to her. They shared a kiss, before his mother walked back towards him, quickly giving a patron a bottle of ale and continuing to stare at the man with loving eyes.
"Momma, wwho wwas that? "
"A 'ery charmin' man sweeti' " She smiled at him, patting his hair. "Lovly, how would ya' feel 'bout 'em comin' ta' live wit' us? "
"..I'd be fine wwith it momma. " He mumbled, drawing with a slight, liver juice smelling finger.
"Sweeti' 'ow many times ha'e I told ye' ta' wash yer hands before touchin' 'dis bar? " She gave a scrutinizing stare, smirking when her only son, that practically kept her alive and grounded, pouted at her before opening his mouth and mumbling.
"Sevveral a' times momma. " He mumbled, sliding from the high chair and going into the back room to wash his hands.
She smiled, before filling another mug with a cheap drink and slid it to the gentleman at the end, who was looking away.
She sighed dreamily, imagining the handsome face of that man, that man who'd promised her a life of jewelry and love and everything that a woman like herself wanted. He'd even promised her his son's possibility in marrying the daughter of a friend of his.
A very rich friend.
She felt a smile pulling at her thin lips, her royal purple lipstick pulled as she finally did smile.
Diana Ampora smiled finally, she felt her cheeks turning pink, before she felt a pull at her dress. There stood little, four year old Eridan Ampora.
Her only son, the only person that she'd loved. The little boy that had been born out of wedlock. Now, four years old, and herself just barely twenty-one, owning a small pub.
She brushed a piece of hair behind her ear, before getting back to work. "Eridan, get cher' li'tte butt in here! I need ya' ta' clean some tables! "
"Alright momma! " He quickly walked out of the backroom, washcloth in hand, he grinned at his mother and started cleaning tables.
She sighed, the man from earlier in no sight, must have gone to go discuss the wedding arrangements with the people.
She blushed again, remembering the loving, pleasure filling words he's whispered so seductively into her ear until it'd burned bright crimson from blushing.
Diana shook her head, loosing her dry, frizzy and damaged red hair from it's bun. She paid no attention, just watched as her own rock shuffled around, passing alcohol to the patrons who wanted/needed it.
Everything felt right.
She's met a wonderful, younger man, her son was in good health, and her business bringing in the money.
Oh how wrong she would be in long, slow, agonizing months.