If she got pregnant now he'd probably choke her to death, but that's a whole different story. He simply chuckles at the very possibility, brushing it aside and shaking his head. "It was very odd, I'll say that much. After all, I was a nineteen-year-old boy. But I couldn't help but stick around."
And stick it to his own absent father in doing so. After all, he was much younger and much less well-equipped than Julius was at the time of his conception--and what better way to rub it in the old man's face, even if he wasn't looking? Besides, Salome was a girl. It struck him as particularly foolish and cruel to turn away a girl who hadn't done anything to earn it. In his own, nihilistic opinion, the greatest cruelty is existing in the first place, because it only guarantees further agonies; the greatest philosophical duty of a father to his child is to soften the damage already done.
The old man who died when she was two was a good influence in her life after all. And these days, there's not a single moment that he's anything but grateful for her presence in his life. Perversity is tenderness to him, and he is truly riveted by the bone-deep adoration that stings him when he looks upon her. The very idea of anyone being worth so much as a comparison to her--ridiculous. He remembers those chubby hands and fingers grasping at his nose, his keys, his jaw, and he remembers the mixture of disgust and fascination at the knowledge that this was his, his creation, his life, his legacy.
No. That kind of stunning, heavy moment is only capable of happening to him once. Salome has the title, and it's impossible that anybody could hope to compare. He'll let Delilah think that a child of hers could, but that's simply because she would go mad after all she's let slide.
"Such language." He laughs, shaking his head in as much disapproval as he can possibly manage. "I didn't want to fly because it's cheaper to drive, and I rather like driving. Just like I enjoy spending all this time with you." His hand slides down, resting in her lap to squeeze her knee. "It's important that you and I should bond, particularly in the way our relationship is blossoming. And what better way to do that than being stuck in a car with your dear old dad?"
Richard sighs heavily, leaning into the touch of her mouth. "I love you. I want to know you. I feel that I don't know you at all. You're a new person to me."
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Date: 2012-08-12 03:48 am (UTC)And stick it to his own absent father in doing so. After all, he was much younger and much less well-equipped than Julius was at the time of his conception--and what better way to rub it in the old man's face, even if he wasn't looking? Besides, Salome was a girl. It struck him as particularly foolish and cruel to turn away a girl who hadn't done anything to earn it. In his own, nihilistic opinion, the greatest cruelty is existing in the first place, because it only guarantees further agonies; the greatest philosophical duty of a father to his child is to soften the damage already done.
The old man who died when she was two was a good influence in her life after all. And these days, there's not a single moment that he's anything but grateful for her presence in his life. Perversity is tenderness to him, and he is truly riveted by the bone-deep adoration that stings him when he looks upon her. The very idea of anyone being worth so much as a comparison to her--ridiculous. He remembers those chubby hands and fingers grasping at his nose, his keys, his jaw, and he remembers the mixture of disgust and fascination at the knowledge that this was his, his creation, his life, his legacy.
No. That kind of stunning, heavy moment is only capable of happening to him once. Salome has the title, and it's impossible that anybody could hope to compare. He'll let Delilah think that a child of hers could, but that's simply because she would go mad after all she's let slide.
"Such language." He laughs, shaking his head in as much disapproval as he can possibly manage. "I didn't want to fly because it's cheaper to drive, and I rather like driving. Just like I enjoy spending all this time with you." His hand slides down, resting in her lap to squeeze her knee. "It's important that you and I should bond, particularly in the way our relationship is blossoming. And what better way to do that than being stuck in a car with your dear old dad?"
Richard sighs heavily, leaning into the touch of her mouth. "I love you. I want to know you. I feel that I don't know you at all. You're a new person to me."