Lucy always dreamt of a fairytale wedding as she lived by the unruly of being single but wanting a child. Don't look at children or talk about them . Don't let other guild people talk about their children. And don't, for the love of all that is holy, tell anyone you long for a child.
Any guy could be eyeing her up, biting their bottom lip at the sight of your untoned bum, lusting after your wide midriff, admiring her legs. Men will be Men
They could be gawking and sliding girl through their mental situation of their dream woman, seeing you slot in just right. Only to see her face change from that of a promising conquest to a maniacal ovary, ready to snatch the sperm of the nearest purveyor to fulfill your vapid, barren life.
Looking at, engaging with, talking about, or listening to stories about children will, to even the most gullible testicles-owner, immediately announce your desperate,yearning .
So it was a treat for Lucy to allow herself to sit in front of a beautiful, cherubic baby , Asuka and gaze in unfettered awe and some longing. She had been doing this almost every week lately. One day in a former church, was on her walk home on Fridays, when she worked only half a day. The had been on display since January, but it was early Spring when she found herself sputtering around, trying to look interesting to a society obsessed only with the happenings of her womb. Trying to look like she was, indeed, living her best life, flitting from exhibition to dinner date, eating the world around, unburdened by responsibility.
The first day she went to the exhibition, she found A mother A miracle hewn from marble, nursing Her baby beatifically. Stone had given birth, yet she was not. And this statue was a virgin for god's sake. Lucy loved the sculpture instantly, though on her first few visits, she hastened past Her, those watching would delight in the poetic tragedy of the sight; a childless woman gazing up at the immaculate mother of mothers.
Lucy's childlessness oozed out of her. It soaked her sheets and rattled her guts. It was a repugnance only she seemed to acknowledge. But she noticed it so solidly for the last two years, she had thought of little else. She tried to hide her childlessness from onlookers, mask it from bystanders, but it was in vain. She knew that all who saw her, saw a woman. All who saw her, with their modern views and progressive thoughts, gave her a sight of attention, of course. But the flash of forgiveness was mortifying. She felt it from everyone she encountered.
Everyone but him,Loke who was fine as new wine. Loke looked at the statue, looked at Lucy, then back at the statue and again looked back at her quizzically.
"Is she bumming you out?" Loke asked with a silky voice that sounded like an old lady who claims that smoking is what's keeping her alive. "Excuse me?" Lucy replied after checking her empty peripherals.
"Why are you looking at her if she's making you feel gloomy ?" he asked, with a sense of informality she wasn't used to. "Why are you ..?" Lucy asked. "Do we just keep asking such questions?" Loke replied, thinking himself very clever. "I'm sorry, can I help you?" she replied, kicking the ground to compose herself. He narrowed his eyes and she saw a vague handsomeness somewhere around his jawline. "I'll leave you alone. You looked sad but I didn't think you really were sad so I was making a joke. But…sorry, I'll leave you to it", he said without a single muscle of his body living up to this promise. "I'm not sad. It's art. I admire it. she said, far too defensively.
She felt rumbled. Loke didn't have the sophistication to gawk her in sight like the others. It reminded her of the time when she, as a child . And how the her house servants comforted her with care except her strict father.
"Is it something you look upon Lucy?" Loke asked with what seemed like genuine curiosity. "It's art", Lucy repeated knowingly, the upper hand. "I always find the stone ones so creepy. It's because they don't have eyelashes. He meandered, seemingly unaware that Lucy was winning. "You've lovely eyelashes" Lucy said and brought her purse to her mouth hoping to vomit the words into it instead of the ether. "Oh, sorry. I mean people have lovely eyelashes. Not you. You too. But, you know, everyone". Loke smiled and Lucy fell in love with him momentarily the way a princess fell in love with a prince. "They're not slime to build just clay ," he said, smiling proudly at his stupid joke. "So, why does this make you sad?"
She thought for a moment. Thought about wanting to be a statue, to be frozen, voiceless, heartless. Childless, but nursing another statue. Lucy felt embarrassed as if she was naked, she wanted to run but was gripping to the galloping the lines she hoped he was aware of. She was going to make him run. She had a super power for repelling. "I admire it because I want a baby, and she has one" Lucy said, more quietly and tenderly than she could
. "Ah", Loke replied in curiosity.
Lucy waited for him to shuffle his feet, to check his watch, to answer his phone. She could sense him being flirtious again. She felt him admonish himself for his uncouth lack of awareness, for missing the silly behavior of her . Loke seemed to be gathering himself. The years of manners beaten into him flooding to the front of mind, seeking ground after this calamitous misstep. How to politely, stoically, apologetically extricate himself from this hideous interaction.
"Well, if you ride with me on a horse like a prince would to a princess . Come on, I'll show you", he replied, his smile softer but warmer. Lucy walked with him and they went to look at a big field, bought a horse and went to ride ahead.
Lucy knew she herself was getting into a relationship but she wanted it so she would jump over the laws and have a romantic partner like Loke.
Yes Lucy won't mind to have a little intimate moment with someone as flirtious as him .
