Well-thought, Salome. Well-thought, indeed. Richard would be proud to know his daughter's thoughts on children. It would leave him with that secure, comfy feeling, reassured in knowing that he'd raised a sensible girl. Now and then he catches an episode of Maury and has nightmares, after all--a man needs to be comforted by the knowledge that his daughter isn't moronic.
"I remember that." Richard grins crookedly, helpless in the grip she has latched firmly around her arm. "You got all teary, it was adorable. I could have devoured you then and there." Those irresistible tears. Even then, especially then, he was helpless. Big, pure beads pure as water from the fountain of youth, they twisted his heart as soon as she was old enough to have a personality and haven't stopped doing it since. "How could I possibly forget about you? How could anyone?" Clearly, Susan has glossed over the days she's forgotten Salome at school. If she really wants to get her father riled up, she could tell him.
"I was stunned that day, it shocked me, how fast you'd already grown. Sometimes it still shocks me. Especially now." His smile widens and he nuzzles against her hair, straightening the path of the car between the lines. "You've certainly surprised me in the past week, Salome. You're--ah, my God. I can't comprehend it. I know you, I know that I know you. But I could never have anticipated...any of this."
His head tilts, his lungs swimming in the aura that surrounds her. "I feel I don't know you because of all this. I feel I don't know you because I never expected to fuck my daughter, to adore her so much, to suddenly find myself a thousand times more consumed by her than I ever was before." Lips brushing against her cheek, he hums and leans against her. "You're simply amazing to me, darling girl. That's all. You're a deeper well of psychological surprises than you might expect."
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Date: 2012-08-12 04:25 am (UTC)"I remember that." Richard grins crookedly, helpless in the grip she has latched firmly around her arm. "You got all teary, it was adorable. I could have devoured you then and there." Those irresistible tears. Even then, especially then, he was helpless. Big, pure beads pure as water from the fountain of youth, they twisted his heart as soon as she was old enough to have a personality and haven't stopped doing it since. "How could I possibly forget about you? How could anyone?" Clearly, Susan has glossed over the days she's forgotten Salome at school. If she really wants to get her father riled up, she could tell him.
"I was stunned that day, it shocked me, how fast you'd already grown. Sometimes it still shocks me. Especially now." His smile widens and he nuzzles against her hair, straightening the path of the car between the lines. "You've certainly surprised me in the past week, Salome. You're--ah, my God. I can't comprehend it. I know you, I know that I know you. But I could never have anticipated...any of this."
His head tilts, his lungs swimming in the aura that surrounds her. "I feel I don't know you because of all this. I feel I don't know you because I never expected to fuck my daughter, to adore her so much, to suddenly find myself a thousand times more consumed by her than I ever was before." Lips brushing against her cheek, he hums and leans against her. "You're simply amazing to me, darling girl. That's all. You're a deeper well of psychological surprises than you might expect."