How NOT to be a mother in a doomed story (Oc story)

Meeting and working with a Pirate 4

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"You know what I have found Gerard...?"

"Yes madam..?"

"You know...that unless you de-program yourself at some point...every choice that you make as an adult is based on an idea you had as a child?"

"That makes sense.."

"And I say.. "well, that makes sense"...until you come across a terrifying realization that children are fucking idiots..!

"I wish I could say otherwise madam..."

"Of course its true! Running bumping into furniture, eating dirt..." The words trailed off for a moment. "You dedicate your life to keep them alive, then..they get a little bit of therapy in their thirties and suddenly its YOUR fault they punched a police horse in the nose and took a shit on the mailbox.."

"I... don't think I know..the full context of what you are referring to my lady..."

"Please, bring more wine....I would rather be drunk if I have to explain every single detail..."

"But Madam...you are already drunk.."

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeexcuse me...!?"

"Another bottle of wine you say..? Right away madam..."

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The sun dipped low behind the crystalline spires of Fontaine's architecture, casting a warm, honeyed glow across the city's glistening canals one final time before the light was slowly drained away into a lukewarm silvery hue that beamed from the glass-paneled rooftops, refracting streaks of orange and rose into the waters below.

Even then gondolas and the small passenger ships traversed gently through the placid waters, their shadows stretching long and slender across the cobblestone walkways, water shimmering with the final breath of daylight, catching flecks of gold that danced atop each ripple like falling stars. As the day came to an end the wind seemed to pick up around the, the faint scent of lavender and sea-salt brushing off their skin.

The lively sound of the city life dimmed down to a quiet murmur....a peculiar reflection of how this adventure had started to how it had ended. With the stares to shine upon them like a veil of diamonds over a dark hued canvas.

It was...beautiful

But, the best part was that she had someone to enjoy it with. Which...was surprising, she had never pegged herself someone to look at the scenery with such appreciation like this before, more focused on the bright lights of her computer screen, playing games until ungodly hours of the night.

"I don't want to go home yet..."

Clervie's little voice could be heard from her side, the young girl barely managing to reach the iron balustrade if not for the help of a forgotten box of cabbage someone had left on the road, letting the small girl to tip-toe her way to try mimic her own mother on star gazing. The wind was playing with her hair softly, the ahoge in her head seemingly swinging slowly left to rights as if with a life of its own..obviously stating her powers as your typical shonen anime protagonist.