For the first time in some time, Zurich could say that she was becoming consistently content with life. Money was beginning to run low, and she lacked any sort of social life apart from Bouddycaa, the majority for the time, but she was still quite content. Quietness was contentness; loneliness was safety. A good time spent was with a few bottles of whiskey, and the knowledge that her mate would soon be back.
Harlyn had disappeared once more. Zurich couldn't quite claim that she was missing the woman. Over passed time, the indignation within the woman had simply been beaten out of her. It was much too easy to admit that she'd rather die before endure what she was once determined to endure. But otherwise, she was more than happy to live a simple life, to find a child that she and Boud could raise together.
Abuse had rid Zurich of her ability to bare a child, and Boud did not want to lay with a man whilst she loved Zurich as much as she did. They spent each night together, and each night, Zurich's love only burned as bright as it ever had. It would be more than easy to find a child without a home. If anything, Bree was famous for the amounts of children running amuck without home, or those in abodes of poverty so heavy that it sickened the stomach.
Adopting a child would mean that money would be needed, she was sure; which would mean she'd have to give up her drinking habits, expensive, and with money hardly legally obtained. Once upon a time, she'd have felt ill on stealing, though now she felt little regret. The money she had taken had belonged to man who was quite literally giving it away to the poor...And she counted as the poor, didn't she? Actual work was something, for the time being, beyond plausible mindset. She could barely speak to a stranger, and injury had left her body in shape that would take years to correctly and fully mend.
But worry over the dwindling silver was forgotten in a muddled mind under drink. Days were spent half-asleep on the walls of the Pony, keeping to the commonroom, and away from the backroom where so much of her blood had been spilt over time. Sometimes strangers spoke to her, and it'd fall to simple pleasantries and nothing more, and sometimes they'd question and condemn her nature, unhappy to speak to someone who couldn't help but stutter over nearly every word. Those who remembered Indignation sometimes approached her over jobs; most, she refused. Some, she promised nothing, but did not decline the possibility of attempting it.
For at the time, there was only her and Rhyva working. Rhyva...An odd woman, but Zurich felt that she could trust her. For a long while, she was cautious and scared of her, but the ice eventually broke. She trusted her enough to follow like a dog at her heels around town.
With the recent identity of the Ripper made public, she considered chasing after him to seek revenge on the death of El. But, on the other hand...She could let the other mob-worthy victims take him down on their own. It'd be much easier to just drink her day away as usual.
Content?
Zurich could almost say she was actually happy.
