My Dear Daughter
04-13-2014, 10:13 PM
Her voice, oh how it melted his heart to hear it once again after what felt like so long. Hi tongue would reach out, lightly running underneath each eye, wanting to remove the small tears. His body would move in close to her, side stepping and bringing his body around to be side by side with Twig, on her left. She would tell him that he had been a grandfather, no matter how tough a face he would wear, the man could not block the faint tears that began to form in his eyes. "Shhh, it's okay." His voice was gentle, wanting to be soothing for his daughter, almost as if she would shatter to pieces should he speak too loud. The man's body would carefully lower to the earth beside his daughter, warm flesh pressing against her own side, his neck wrapping around her own while his skull gently lay atop hers but not putting it's weight down. "Daddy's here now." The girl might have been two now, but in his eyes, she was still a baby, his little girl. All of his children were his babies, no matter how much they disliked this caring side of him. His right paw would reach over and lay over Twig's, his tail swinging over to lay atop her own. He would be there for her, a shoulder to cry on, someone to comfort her should her usual friend wasn't around. Even if he didn't voice it, the man would silently tell his daughter to speak her mind, to dump whatever she was feeling onto him. He would listen and he would try to comfort her, even if it meant laying here all day beside Twig. "normal. speech. thought. you." |
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