»My fiancé left me.«
She finally said after restless questioning from Cu's side.
»Huh? Come again?«
»My fiancé left me today.«
»Why?«
»Cause I complained that he doesn't ever visit me.«
Cu blinked. Having his own opinion about a foolish man like that but kept his opinion for himself.
Later.
Diarmuid had found that his dear Mistress had been acting strange. She was sitting, scowling, ignoring her posture and every surrounding.
»My Lady...«
She turned her head away swiftly, with an even more sour expression when hearing Diarmuid's voice.
'Goddamn it, that was what my fiancé used to call me' she thought bitterly.
Diarmuid was discouraged by her action but asked anyway. »Would you like to go for a walk?«
She pressed her lips tightly together, then showed her teeth, probably letting out a silent growl and raised her hand, balled in a fist and her middle finger sticking up. Very slowly she did this; held the gesture for a while then pulled back her hand.
»I don't understand« said Diarmuid worriedly.
»Fuck off« she growled and her eyes finally moved to the floor up to the table. She took an empty tea cup and threw it at Diarmuid.
He evaded it, but felt his heart get cut. He got the message and left her in peace.
»She'd been sitting there for about an hour, nodding her head... listening to music, I think.« Diarmuid expressed his concerns to Cu Chulainn.
True; the scene was up-to-date. She was still there. Sitting on the floor in her undergarment and a pair of large headphones on her head. Nodding her head gently to the silent rhythm. From time to time she would press the button on the box-like device repeatedly, then resume to her nodding.
»She threw a cup at me when I tried talking to her.«
Cu had to suppress his laughter by covering his mouth. 'Really not a bright one, are you?' He thought.
»Don't go near her when she's like that. Rule number one. She gets kinda crazy when she's depressed.« Cu warned Diarmuid; for the second time now.
»Why is she depressed?«
»Supposedly her fiancé left her.«
Diarmuid gave Cu a shocked stare upon hearing the news.
»I did not realize she had one.«
»It's... you'll get used to it.« Cu was already kind of used to all the surprising fact surrounding his Mistress that just kept on popping up. He actually wanted to tell Diarmuid more about her. But Diarmuid would probably not survive the shock so easily.
She was there. Still in her own little world. Yet she all-so-elegantly poured her glass every now and then. Next to her was sitting her favorite bottle of Rum.
She could be persuaded to leave her drink for other activities on regular days. But Cu knew better than to touch her liquor when she was like that. He had told Diarmuid all the do's and dont's. Explaining, that she had almost ripped off his ear when he once tried to snatch her bottle from her. She would pull him by his ear, ever-so-painfully to the alcohol cabinet, hissing at him that there be plenty of whiskey in there for him to take, and to refrain from touching her bottle, lest... he didn't wanna remember what she had threatened him with afterwards.
A shattering echo filled the room. Diarmuid jumped and subconsciously summoned his weapons to his hands. Cu put a hand on his comrade's shoulder and nudged his head into a certain direction.
Diarmuid followed Cu's gaze and saw a glass had been shattered against the wall, where the shards stayed in the wall and under it.
She must have thrown it across the room.
Diarmuid lowered his spears, his face plagued by confusion and frustration. Cu pushed him to sit down on the couch and fetched a fresh glass for his Mistress. He made sure it was sparkly spotless or else she would break it; on his head preferably.
Cu then pulled Diarmuid up to his feet and pulled him out the balcony door. It was raining and cold outside. Diarmuid shivered slightly at the sudden temperature change.
Cu pushed him behind the corner, out of the woman's sight. She might have seemed distant but her sharp eyes were always watching.
»Relax« he said to Diarmuid softly and pressed his warm lips against the others.