Yeah, this is why he braced himself. Because, sadly, he didn't plan any of this--if he had, it would have gone much more smoothly. He'd always planned on staying a bachelor for his entire life. But, sadly, Man makes plans and God laughs.
His brow arches as the dog yelps, and he watches it hop away and shake itself off before making its merry way to its food bowl, no doubt aware of the tension and seeking to evade it. He listens to every word Salome says, his eyes never leaving the girl as she speaks from where she stands above him.
"It's not about choosing one or the other, Salome," he says, his words calm and entirely cool even if on the inside he's beginning to rage just a little bit, himself. "No, my darling, Delilah isn't what you are, nor are you what Delilah is. The two of you have completely different places in my heart, and I would never choose her over you. It has nothing to do with choosing, nothing to do with not being good enough or her being better or anything like that. You must understand that it isn't a competition."
But oh, the hysterical irony! He gives Salome a long, even look and says, "No matter what I tell Delilah, I will never, ever give her a child of her own. I do not want another child, Salome; I will never want another child. Ever." And he gives her a long, long look, one that communicates all the thoughts behind it, that thought being that if she only knew what he's spent the past five hours doing, she would know just how truly he means that statement.
He takes a deep breath, making no move to rise, simply remaining where he is at her feet. "I know you're upset, but you must understand, Salome, things-- tonight, Delilah proved herself more than good enough to marry. A fine, official addition to our family. She moved me, and the idea struck me, and it felt right so I followed through with it. It has nothing to do with you, princess. You're first in my heart, my Salome, my beautiful little soul. It kills me that you could ever think the truth were otherwise."
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Date: 2013-01-08 03:42 am (UTC)His brow arches as the dog yelps, and he watches it hop away and shake itself off before making its merry way to its food bowl, no doubt aware of the tension and seeking to evade it. He listens to every word Salome says, his eyes never leaving the girl as she speaks from where she stands above him.
"It's not about choosing one or the other, Salome," he says, his words calm and entirely cool even if on the inside he's beginning to rage just a little bit, himself. "No, my darling, Delilah isn't what you are, nor are you what Delilah is. The two of you have completely different places in my heart, and I would never choose her over you. It has nothing to do with choosing, nothing to do with not being good enough or her being better or anything like that. You must understand that it isn't a competition."
But oh, the hysterical irony! He gives Salome a long, even look and says, "No matter what I tell Delilah, I will never, ever give her a child of her own. I do not want another child, Salome; I will never want another child. Ever." And he gives her a long, long look, one that communicates all the thoughts behind it, that thought being that if she only knew what he's spent the past five hours doing, she would know just how truly he means that statement.
He takes a deep breath, making no move to rise, simply remaining where he is at her feet. "I know you're upset, but you must understand, Salome, things-- tonight, Delilah proved herself more than good enough to marry. A fine, official addition to our family. She moved me, and the idea struck me, and it felt right so I followed through with it. It has nothing to do with you, princess. You're first in my heart, my Salome, my beautiful little soul. It kills me that you could ever think the truth were otherwise."