sweetsalome: (wee!sal couch)
"It's either you or a foster home, Child Welfare will have to come and pick her up or you can drop her off at the downtown office."  Out of the deck sized pack of cards she peels off one and hands it off to the man protesting the saddling of some dirty faced street urchin that was suddenly his.

"You don't seem to understand, this isn't my child, what kind of untrained, shit for brains government employee leaves a child with a strange man?  I'm not taking her anywhere, you're taking her now."

He is scary.

Standing a million feet tall, bare feet, black denim and messy hands with a cigarette smoldering somewhere up in the atmosphere around his head; she is too scared to look that far up.  It looks like blood.  

He is going to eat her, and Bear!

No, she won't let him eat Bear.

You ARE the father. Fuck you, Maury )
sweetsalome: (Over the shoulder)
    She is six years old when she tears her favorite pink bunny rabbit.  His ear gets caught on something and without knowing it she rips the ear off going up the stairs.  Salome is mortified and in tears over what she is sure is the death of this beloved friend and companion.  Carrying the body and the ear that's hanging on by a thread, she struggles up the stairs to her father's study.  It's hard to walk the narrow stairs with tears in your eyes, especially since the world tends to get blurry and she's trying so hard to calm down so he doesn't see her like this.  He'll be upset if he sees her crying.  She almost succeeds too, but when she knocks on the door, and he tells her to come in and she pushes her way inside - she loses it again.

Let me say it again )


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