( it is has not been so long since he has seen her, but what they had during that last meeting was a goodbye. he did not know if he would see her wherever his soul would go; if he would exist any further than the eternity he had. when she enters his arms he holds her with the fullness of that knowledge: that he gets to hold his daughter again.
tears wet his cheeks. he pulls the hood down from her hair to smooth over the tendrils.
the implications of you're back does not escape him. he's been here long enough to understand. to be thankful she was not alone, not for the whole, and not now. he does not scrutinize his fate, but hers...
why is she here? where she does not belong. where she does not deserve. where again he cannot always and yet must protect her. he holds her tighter. ) I'm here, sweetheart. It's all right.
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tears wet his cheeks. he pulls the hood down from her hair to smooth over the tendrils.
the implications of you're back does not escape him. he's been here long enough to understand. to be thankful she was not alone, not for the whole, and not now. he does not scrutinize his fate, but hers...
why is she here? where she does not belong. where she does not deserve. where again he cannot always and yet must protect her. he holds her tighter. ) I'm here, sweetheart. It's all right.