It's impossible to know what Susan wants. Richard has no idea what she wants. Obviously, yes, she wants him as a semi-permanent boytoy whom she can have whenever she likes, she likes him as her errand boy-slash-employee, she likes to hold Salome over his head as the greatest debt and threat imaginable, but why, he doesn't quite understand. She claims he has potential, claims she sees him growing more and more every time she sees him, but to what end, he doesn't know. And why him, he doesn't know.
But Salome is worth the occasional irritation of dealing with her insane mother. She was a complete accident, yes, and for the first five or six years of her life his existence was a day-in, day-out horrorshow spurred on by producing a child at nineteen, even one so sweet and adorable as she was when she was little. No nineteen-year-old boy, particularly not one like Richard, is ready for a child. But he finds himself glad he persevered, since these days he's rather grown accustomed to her face.
"You were a surprise, yes. But not unwanted." This is a lie, but he makes it sound gentle, reassuring, earnest and warm. She says such sweet things, his girl, he supposes the least he can do is soften reality to make it gentler for her. "I was younger, and stupider when you were little. But that doesn't mean you were unwanted."
Chuckling, Richard bends to kiss the bridge of her nose. "And I can't imagine a lovelier daughter." For more reasons than one. "Of course you can sleep with me, darling, I already said you could. How could I possibly turn you away after all this? Besides, I want to be able to hold you." He grins, teeth snapping shut a centimeter from the tip of her nose. "But you have to finish at least a bit of your homework before you go to bed."
In the future, he'll have to make sure her work is finished before he lets her get frisky. But, hey, first times are different. Spontaneous and emotional all that. For now, he can more than overlook it.
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Date: 2012-07-31 04:03 am (UTC)But Salome is worth the occasional irritation of dealing with her insane mother. She was a complete accident, yes, and for the first five or six years of her life his existence was a day-in, day-out horrorshow spurred on by producing a child at nineteen, even one so sweet and adorable as she was when she was little. No nineteen-year-old boy, particularly not one like Richard, is ready for a child. But he finds himself glad he persevered, since these days he's rather grown accustomed to her face.
"You were a surprise, yes. But not unwanted." This is a lie, but he makes it sound gentle, reassuring, earnest and warm. She says such sweet things, his girl, he supposes the least he can do is soften reality to make it gentler for her. "I was younger, and stupider when you were little. But that doesn't mean you were unwanted."
Chuckling, Richard bends to kiss the bridge of her nose. "And I can't imagine a lovelier daughter." For more reasons than one. "Of course you can sleep with me, darling, I already said you could. How could I possibly turn you away after all this? Besides, I want to be able to hold you." He grins, teeth snapping shut a centimeter from the tip of her nose. "But you have to finish at least a bit of your homework before you go to bed."
In the future, he'll have to make sure her work is finished before he lets her get frisky. But, hey, first times are different. Spontaneous and emotional all that. For now, he can more than overlook it.