FLICK
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Post by FLICK on Feb 27, 2011 3:47:12 GMT -5
Altair's normally calm thoughts twisted like tree branches in a strong wind, in danger of snapping loose and being flung out at his daughter, voiced aloud where he could never take them back. Had she listened to nothing that he said? He fought for control.
"The question is not whether or not you want a father - I think we can assume that your continued residence here proves that just as much as it proves that I want you as my daughter. We need to go beyond that. The real question is, what do you want from a father?" There: it was open. She could do nothing but voice her demands of him, plainly and simply, and wait to see if he could meet them. But Altair was all too aware of its ghostly twin floating in the space between them: what do you want from your daughter? He forced it away - he would acknowledge those feelings only when she demanded them.
"I cannot say that you do not complicate my life, but I do not regret your existence. How could I when I see this?" He gestured around the room. "For one so young-" was reminding her of her youth a mistake? "-such magic is incredible. If I look down my nose at you it is only because you do the same: in anger I scorn your wildness and passion, in anger you scorn my civility. Neither of us is what the other expected."
Altair said it again. "What is it you want from a father?"
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Post by Angel ♥ on Mar 4, 2011 6:52:54 GMT -5
"I would have thought that I had made that quite obvious." She shook her head at his question, sighing lightly as she leant back on her hands, closing her eyes. She didn't like that question because she knew full well how exposed the answer would leave her. She could voice what she wanted from him, what she had always wanted from him, but that would leave her rather open, and she didn't like putting herself in a position where her emotions could be twisted and used against her. She did, however, seem somewhat appeased as he finally complimented her work. Did he not see; that had been the point of the whole exercise? This whole argument could have been avoided if he had merely acknowledged her talent in the first place.
"You read stories, about what fathers are meant to be like. In the fairytales it's always the doting father that would give his child everything, that's the centre of his world and that he couldn't bear to be parted from. I never expected that much, I never wanted to take up your whole life." She murmured, scowling faintly and shaking her head, her gaze on the ground now. "I just wanted you to want me. I wanted you to save me, to just turn up and take me away and prove to everyone that I had someone in the world who actually wanted my existence. I want you to actually want me around, and not just allow me to live here and both of us live separately. I want to be able to talk to you, for you to know me, and to be proud of me, no matter my failures." She sighed heavily and shook her head, as though to say that was all she was going to say.
"I waited for you for so long, and now you are here we are so different it seems almost impossible that you could ever really accept me as your daughter." [/right][/color]
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