06-15-2017, 07:45 PM
She was quiet. So quiet.
She must have gotten that from him.
All she did was nod. He sighed inwardly. He hated the strange tension, the feeling that she was uncomfortable being around him. It felt like rejection, and yet she was still here. And yet she still walked with him. Did she even want to, though? Or did she feel somehow obligated to join him? He wished he could ask Jinju how she's been, but he'd left little Polaris in her care so he could be alone with his baby girl.
He wished he could ask her how she's been, but would she even tell him?
Or was she like him. Would he only get a weak smile and polite answer?
They walked in a steady quiet. She didn't speak, he didn't either. Perhaps she was as buried in her thoughts as he was. Maybe she was like him. All he could think of was her. If she liked him, if she hated him. If she hated it here. He did hate. He hated that she wasn't born at home, that he'd missed the first of her life. That they were in this awkward place with each other. He frowned. It had never been awkward with Jinju as a child. Nor with Heda. Nor with any of the others adopted and brought home, usually just about the same age she was now. So then why--?
Oh.
Right.
Doing this alone maybe wasn't as simple as when they'd all been a family. She still had a mom, her mom just wasn't here. Didn't want her? No, Jinju had found her wandering, not purposefully dropped at their doorstep. Still, her mother never came for their baby. He sighed. They'd reached the little creek and she was staring in the water, her beautiful purple-wreathed head nearly hanging. Would he ever be enough for her? He hadn't been enough before. Could he ever make her happy? He lowered to kneel at her side, then lower still as his legs folded beneath him.
"Enfys.." he said softly, reaching to lip sweetly at her front leg. His heart was cautious, afraid to be hurt and rejected, but his movements were as steady and sure as he always was. He wanted her happy. Happy and with him, if it were possible. "Is there anything you want?" He drew his mouth carefully to her shoulder with light little kisses, before pulling back to search those brilliant, blue eyes of hers.
"Is there anything I can do for you, do with you, that might win me one of those rare smiles?" He stretched to gingerly tap the corner of her mouth with his nose, as if he could coax one to crinkle there just by touching.
How he wished he could.
She must have gotten that from him.
All she did was nod. He sighed inwardly. He hated the strange tension, the feeling that she was uncomfortable being around him. It felt like rejection, and yet she was still here. And yet she still walked with him. Did she even want to, though? Or did she feel somehow obligated to join him? He wished he could ask Jinju how she's been, but he'd left little Polaris in her care so he could be alone with his baby girl.
He wished he could ask her how she's been, but would she even tell him?
Or was she like him. Would he only get a weak smile and polite answer?
They walked in a steady quiet. She didn't speak, he didn't either. Perhaps she was as buried in her thoughts as he was. Maybe she was like him. All he could think of was her. If she liked him, if she hated him. If she hated it here. He did hate. He hated that she wasn't born at home, that he'd missed the first of her life. That they were in this awkward place with each other. He frowned. It had never been awkward with Jinju as a child. Nor with Heda. Nor with any of the others adopted and brought home, usually just about the same age she was now. So then why--?
Oh.
Right.
Doing this alone maybe wasn't as simple as when they'd all been a family. She still had a mom, her mom just wasn't here. Didn't want her? No, Jinju had found her wandering, not purposefully dropped at their doorstep. Still, her mother never came for their baby. He sighed. They'd reached the little creek and she was staring in the water, her beautiful purple-wreathed head nearly hanging. Would he ever be enough for her? He hadn't been enough before. Could he ever make her happy? He lowered to kneel at her side, then lower still as his legs folded beneath him.
"Enfys.." he said softly, reaching to lip sweetly at her front leg. His heart was cautious, afraid to be hurt and rejected, but his movements were as steady and sure as he always was. He wanted her happy. Happy and with him, if it were possible. "Is there anything you want?" He drew his mouth carefully to her shoulder with light little kisses, before pulling back to search those brilliant, blue eyes of hers.
"Is there anything I can do for you, do with you, that might win me one of those rare smiles?" He stretched to gingerly tap the corner of her mouth with his nose, as if he could coax one to crinkle there just by touching.
How he wished he could.
