Family Matters
thighsformiles:
“Heterochromia,” she repeated again, nodding as she pulled out two mugs and then all the necessary ingredients to make the cocoa as promised, along with a tin with a crystaline pattern on it- her mom’s delicious home-baked cookies.
“It’s a bit of a rarity in humans, actually- but yes, animals have the same condition, more often than not.” She did not feel insulted- she could say the girl meant it in good way, trying to connect the newly gifted information with what she already knew and experienced. “I like the look on cats and dogs- don’t know if it gives them same health troubles, but it makes for a very photogenic trait, doesn’t it?”
At the question, she hummed thoughtfully.
“Well, I do sort of hope it’s from my mother- my aunt has the same condition, so it’s a possibility. But since I never met my father- nor I ever will I bet- who knows? It might came from him as well.”
She remembered the time when she was a small child, where she has been quite convinced both of her mothers were her biological ones; after all, Mum’s remaining eye was the same shade of blue as Garnet’s, and maybe that’s why she had been so puzzled to learn that only Mom was her mother. Well it didn’t matter in the end- she loved both her parents.
Glancing Stevonnie’s way, she noticed she wore a peculiar expression, and wondered what was she thinking about.
“How big of a fan of sweetness are you?” She had to ask, before she made the cocoa too sweet. After all not everyone liked near tooth-rotting flavour.
“Oh, uh,” distracted once more from their vague ( and less than subtle ) inspection of the area around them, the teen startled, turning back to the policewoman ( Garnet- her name is Garnet- isn’t that some kind of gem? ) and wringing their fingers around the hem of their oversized t-shirt. “I’ve kinda got a raging sweet tooth. At least- uh- that’s what people keep saying.”
Their eyes flit back to the wall of photos, evidently taken by the distraction that it offered. Not that talking to the cop that arrested them in said cop’s kitchen while said cop made them hot cocoa at three in the morning wasn’t interesting or anything, but now their interest was piqued.
They took a step towards The Wall, one hand lifting to gently smooth down the corner of an old, but thoroughly loved photo. It was a photo of some dinner of sorts- an entire table surrounded by women similar enough in appearance to quite obviously be family. It seemed..... happy, and something pulled in Stevonnie’s chest as their dark eyes quietly traced each smiling face. It was the kind of picture they’d only ever seen on tv, and even here, even now, it felt almost too unrealistic to be real.
They were quick enough to catch themselves before they said such a thought out loud, though.
“.....So which one’s your aunt? The one with het- heterochromia.”
