Salome is blissfully unaware of all the things currently going on in the house, and probably a good thing too. For as rabid as she can get worked up, the sight of a child begging for protection and safety would probably drive her to give it to him. It's not his fault he was born into a family such as this, he did no crime except having an unfortunate mother and an unforgiving father. The whole thing would put some serious doubts into her mind as well about her own safety and place in the family. How long would it take before someone else went bat shit insane and decided to destroy her? Even if she had done nothing it would be something that would haunt her, probably, maybe.
Though, in the wake of what is to come, Delilah marrying her father, the one position she sort of held out hope to obtain herself one day, she would feel oddly betrayed. What keeps her level and content in her place is to know that it is hers alone. His child, his only child. Even if that boy wasn't a daughter he still was encroaching on her territory, the one thing that she has over anyone else. Still, it's really not the boy's fault.
As it stands, Salome knows nothing, except she knows that her body is chilly and that the puppy doesn't make a very good blanket because it wiggles and mostly stays curled against her chest and sometimes likes to gnaw on her fingers. Which tickles more then hurts. She is also sort of aware of someone sitting and watching her, sort of, the smell of booze is stronger. When he caresses her she smiles and tilts her head up a little when he leans down to kiss her mouth.
"No," she sighs and wiggles a little to put her head on his good thigh. No, Richard Vasko she plans on spending the night sleeping on your lap. "Yeah, it was okay, I don't think they like to sleep at night like I do. I'm tired."
Character limit indeed!
Though, in the wake of what is to come, Delilah marrying her father, the one position she sort of held out hope to obtain herself one day, she would feel oddly betrayed. What keeps her level and content in her place is to know that it is hers alone. His child, his only child. Even if that boy wasn't a daughter he still was encroaching on her territory, the one thing that she has over anyone else. Still, it's really not the boy's fault.
As it stands, Salome knows nothing, except she knows that her body is chilly and that the puppy doesn't make a very good blanket because it wiggles and mostly stays curled against her chest and sometimes likes to gnaw on her fingers. Which tickles more then hurts. She is also sort of aware of someone sitting and watching her, sort of, the smell of booze is stronger. When he caresses her she smiles and tilts her head up a little when he leans down to kiss her mouth.
"No," she sighs and wiggles a little to put her head on his good thigh. No, Richard Vasko she plans on spending the night sleeping on your lap. "Yeah, it was okay, I don't think they like to sleep at night like I do. I'm tired."