oh um...hi dad?

“A bath. I want you to do a bath: he said, unable to keep it in. The point of calling Ophelia was to reconnect with his daughter, to be closer to her. But by gods, he couldn’t get any closer to her when she smelled like that. “That's to say… I was thinking we could have a father daughter day out. Get some snacks, head out to the hot springs and spend the day together. What do you think, Oph?” he managed, curbing his natural impulses. He was her dad, and he loved her.

He couldn't chase her away. He repeated it to himself like a mantra. In his youth, he was good at alianting his kids. He needed to do better, no matter how fat and stinky they were. He had tried to get her a trainer, but clearly that hadn’t worked. He would need to take it on himself. He would start easy, border patrols with him in the morning. He would get her body accustomed to the exercise… it was going to be slow going, but determination flooded his veins.


"Sirius Fatalis"