Ah, now that's a sight that displeases him nice and deeply. He stands, moving toward her, reaching for her wrists to untangle her hands from her hair. "Don't pull out all those pretty golden locks, baby, come now, don't be so upset."
He lets her say whatever she needs to say, but that doesn't mean he appreciates hearing it; the displeasure her words bring him are clear in the tense look on his face, saying, "You should reconsider how you speak to me, Salome. I'm not going to let her have a child with me. Marriage, a ring, a piece of paper, that's one thing. It's a symbol she likes, something that would mean a lot to her, so I did it. I don't care if we get married, but she does, and grand gestures demand grand gestures in kind. But there is no gesture so grand that I would ever even dream of having another child, Salome, oh, if only I could make you understand."
"I'm so glad to know my teenaged daughter knows enough about impulsivity to lecture her father on the matter," he says, somewhat testily. His lips, though, still twist into a poorly-suppressed smile at the memory of the evening. "This is anything but a mistake. She is stunning, and I never would have asked her to do what she did, let alone ask such a thing of you. She made a gesture, and it was a gesture of impossible magnitude and meaning which demonstrated to me how far she's come since I met her." Not to mention the gesture's benefit for Salome, though for now, he leaves that portion unspoken--but oh, it's on the tip of his tongue. She wants to know what Delilah did? She'll do it, too? Oh, if only she would! But instead, he simply stares down into her face, saying, "It's not about being good enough or not good enough. You are perfect, my Salome, my one and only little girl."
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Date: 2013-01-08 04:15 am (UTC)He lets her say whatever she needs to say, but that doesn't mean he appreciates hearing it; the displeasure her words bring him are clear in the tense look on his face, saying, "You should reconsider how you speak to me, Salome. I'm not going to let her have a child with me. Marriage, a ring, a piece of paper, that's one thing. It's a symbol she likes, something that would mean a lot to her, so I did it. I don't care if we get married, but she does, and grand gestures demand grand gestures in kind. But there is no gesture so grand that I would ever even dream of having another child, Salome, oh, if only I could make you understand."
"I'm so glad to know my teenaged daughter knows enough about impulsivity to lecture her father on the matter," he says, somewhat testily. His lips, though, still twist into a poorly-suppressed smile at the memory of the evening. "This is anything but a mistake. She is stunning, and I never would have asked her to do what she did, let alone ask such a thing of you. She made a gesture, and it was a gesture of impossible magnitude and meaning which demonstrated to me how far she's come since I met her." Not to mention the gesture's benefit for Salome, though for now, he leaves that portion unspoken--but oh, it's on the tip of his tongue. She wants to know what Delilah did? She'll do it, too? Oh, if only she would! But instead, he simply stares down into her face, saying, "It's not about being good enough or not good enough. You are perfect, my Salome, my one and only little girl."