Thread: Lucy's Descent (thelittleslave x Anglemarr)

See more The last week had been a blur. Her mother's death and been sudden and unexpected. A brain aneurysm. Nothing to be done about that, but it had been devastating regardless, and it had meant that she'd died without leaving a will. Without leaving any kind of plan for her daughter. Lucy had begged the social worker who'd looked after her during funeral preparations to leave her with her aunt, certain that her mother would've preferred that and certain she too preferred it, but without a will stating otherwise, she was to be sent to the father she couldn't even remember. Apparently, he had never fully given up his legal rights to her, and as a minor, she hardly had any say in the matter. It wasn't that Lucy desperately wanted to not live with her father. Her mother had never told her why they'd left, and why they'd done so in such a hurry that her three older sisters none of whom she knew either had been left behind. She just didn't know the man. But none of that mattered, which was why the morning had her walking nervously up the the house that was apparently her father's, tugging self-consciously at the hem of her pale, blue sweater. Lucy looked back at the car where the social worker sat, but the man nodded encouragingly, and there was little choice but to ring the doorbell. She half hoped nobody would answer, that there'd be little choice but to send her back to her aunt's, but Lucy knew she ought to be looking forward to living with her father and sisters and getting to know them, so she took a moment to calm herself, trying to keep an open mind. She carried only a backpack and a single suitcase, having chosen to leave most of her things behind to be sold off rather than carry them halfway across the country to a house that may not even have room for them She was resettling the strap on her backpack when the door opened, revealing a beautiful brunette girl several years her elder - one of her sisters, most likely. Except . . . what was she wearing? She was barely clothed, in a tiny bikini top and even tinier skirt, both of them adorned with fur, and cat hears on top of her head. Lucy wasn't even sure if she was wearing underwear, and there was something else on her sticky and whitish clear-colored she only hoped it wasn't what she thought it was. The teen frowned in confusion. Oh, I um, do I have the wrong house? I'm looking for Gauis Westbrook, he's my father? She glanced back to the social worker for help, but the car was already pulling out of the lot. Great. Do you um, do you know which house is his, by any chance? I guess my ride just left . . . The girl seemed excited for some reason, shaking her head in response to Lucy's question. 'You have the right house! I'm your sister, Jane. We've been so excited to have you back . . . Daddy's waiting inside, come on!' And with that, the girl - Jane - turned into the house, expecting Lucy to follow as if she didn't comprehend the younger teen's discomfort or confusion. When Jane turned, her confusion only increased as she noticed a sort of cat tail sticking out of her sister's skirt. There was little choice but to go in, though, so Lucy resigned herself to following Jane into the house, waiting until the older girl had locked the door before asking, Jane. Uh, yeah, I'm Lucy. I don't mean to be rude, but . . . why are you dressed like that? They walked into the living room just as she finished her question, coming upon two more young women dressed similarly to Jane, the older of whom was glaring at Lucy, and a man on the staircase, dressed in surprisingly normal apparel. Her other sisters and her father, she supposed. Um, hi? she greeted, shifting on her feet and wrapping her arms protectively around herself. They said you knew I was coming? It's um. Lucy. Your daughter, I guess.