Emotions are hard enough for him to comprehend on a good day. Teenaged girls, also difficult. Emotional teenaged girls are like fucking alien hellbeasts from the worst night-terrors imaginable, even his sweet little Salome. Surely feeling so much has to be unhealthy, there's no way it's anything but.
Richard had the same witch theory, though if anybody has a spell over anybody in the relationship, it's clearly Richard over Delilah. She's helpless for him, and oh, is it glorious.
Salome's voice comes to him muted through the door, and he grins at her where she sits upon the bed. His brows lift, his entire expression calculated to be pleasant and bright. "You ordered the sweet and sour pork with extra pork, right?" He grins teasingly--really, he can't wait for this vegetarian nonsense to end, it's ridiculous--and leans against her door, observing her face, her posture, her eyes before stepping into her room to kneel down and take her hands.
"I don't want you to be upset about this, darling. I'm going to be with Delilah regardless, but I would be touched if you might at least give her a chance." He kisses Salome's knuckles before lifting his chin to smile up at her, though it's empty from his eyes, because his mind is too busy calculating possible consequences, and trying to figure out how best to mollify his daughter in the face of all this. "I know it's big news, but I think the two of you will hit it off."
Chin resting against her knees, he gives her the puppydog eyes. "Penny for your thoughts?"
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Date: 2012-07-29 07:42 am (UTC)Richard had the same witch theory, though if anybody has a spell over anybody in the relationship, it's clearly Richard over Delilah. She's helpless for him, and oh, is it glorious.
Salome's voice comes to him muted through the door, and he grins at her where she sits upon the bed. His brows lift, his entire expression calculated to be pleasant and bright. "You ordered the sweet and sour pork with extra pork, right?" He grins teasingly--really, he can't wait for this vegetarian nonsense to end, it's ridiculous--and leans against her door, observing her face, her posture, her eyes before stepping into her room to kneel down and take her hands.
"I don't want you to be upset about this, darling. I'm going to be with Delilah regardless, but I would be touched if you might at least give her a chance." He kisses Salome's knuckles before lifting his chin to smile up at her, though it's empty from his eyes, because his mind is too busy calculating possible consequences, and trying to figure out how best to mollify his daughter in the face of all this. "I know it's big news, but I think the two of you will hit it off."
Chin resting against her knees, he gives her the puppydog eyes. "Penny for your thoughts?"