Danaë leaned back in her chair, kicking her feet back onto her desk. It had been a long day at work and she was starting to feel bored with the old grind. Her research wasn’t coming along as it should be, though it would probably pick up once October drew closer. It was difficult, trying to find a balance between magic and science that could possibly lead to the possible cure to the curse brought about long ago. But that wasn’t what was on her mind now. She was distracted as of late, spending far too much time at work when she should be at home relaxing. Though home lead from relaxing to some thoughts that she was concerned about venturing into. Home was quiet, sure, work was quiet as well, but at work she could focus her energy on something. Home… Well, there were books to read, though she needed to stock up. There were also some magazines and maybe the possibility of learning how to cook. Nine, the day she would learn how to cook would be a sad day indeed. Heck, maybe even gardening could be a thing. Her mother seemed to enjoy it well enough, though it seemed like her green thumb was a bit on the black side. Shriveled up and dying plants kinda black. They could barely make it past the sprout, as though as soon as they came up, their first thoughts were… well, she didn’t want to think about that. She was a terrible example of a fey, but she could possibly blame the chimera in her. But what she did want was something to take care of at home that wasn’t a plant.
She wanted a child, someone who would keep her from spending long hours at work, maybe someone who she could teach some of her knowledge of sciences and magics. She wanted someone to love. Sure, the kids at the summer camp were great, but she wanted someone she could hug tight and never let go of… well, until they continued to squirm and got free. But that was some of the joys of childhood, right? Over affectionate mothers were terribly wonderful (in the worse way); she survived one and she turned out okay. She knew that children weren’t playthings and that this consideration was going to be a lifelong one, but it was a nice thought that the hybrid was becoming very attached to. She could nearly feel the weight of a baby in her arms, their cries destroying any semblance of peace in her life. It was a great thought.
And hey, a child could suffer with her when it came to the cooking thing. It might be gross, but it would be an adventure, right? So many questions filled the hybrid’s head whenever she was at home and now they were starting to trickle into her work. Maybe tomorrow afternoon she would stop by the stone bank; she knew she would have a child, but maybe now was the right time.
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