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Wraith
"You say that now--"
"Yes I do," Dark growled, using all of his restraint not to get into his father-in-law's face, "and I will continue to say it. Because I love my daughter. And if I ever, ever said something so awful to her that she reacted like that--" Again, he pointed to the stairs, his hand trembling from how tightly restrained he was, "It would be the worst thing I ever did. I would spend the rest of my life trying to atone for it, I would not be so depraved as to stand there proudly. For someone so concerned with shame, it would do you good to humble yourself enough to feel some of it."
"And who are you to judge me, hm?" Saladin asked, "You are nothing but--"
"No, Saladin, I frankly have heard enough. Because I have sat, for over a decade, allowing you to say whatever it is you desire about me out of respect for your daughter. I have ignored insult after insult so you could have a relationship with her. But frankly, you disgust me. You do not deserve to have her in your life, and that is her decision to make, it is not mine. She told you to leave. So go. I grow weary at the sight of you."
Saladin's face coloured a deep red and he lost his temper first, "I paid for this house! You of all people have no right to kick me out, you are nothing but a bottom-feeder! I paid for this house!"
"But it is my name on the deed." Dark yelled back, practically shaking the house when he did. Despite himself, Saladin shrunk back. Never in a million years did he expect for his son-in-law to raise his voice. Once he did, he perceived the size difference between them for the very first time. Breathing heavily, Dark wiped his hand on the front of his shirt, even under this circumstance not feeling pride for what he had done. Collecting himself, he swallowed, raised a chin for a moment, and then pointed from Saladin to the door, "So get out. Because you have no right to stay here. Call yourself a cab. Wait for it outside. Until Daizi says otherwise, you are not welcome here. And that is not because of me. It is your fault. If you are lucky, she will give you the chance to apologize but let me be clear: I do not believe you deserve it. Go."
Saladin stared wide-eyed up at Dark, finally perceiving not the young rogue who stole his daughter away but a tattooed man who had reached his limit, so he turned and left without a goodbye, tail between his legs. When the door shut behind him, Dark exhaled heavily and started up the stairs while Saladin stood on the front stoop, staring up at this strange, stone, gothic house, realizing too late the gravity of what he had done.
~~
Sloan nodded, sitting awkwardly across from them, "Yeah, probably better. It's not good to be around that kind of thing. I um, I'm glad you came here."
When Mr. Appelbaum brought down the box of DVDs, Blair began rooting through them until she found the one she wanted. Then she turned on the TV and put it on, starting the movie. The title sequence quickly gave way to a pair of dark blue curtains with the text Baby Neptune: Discovering Water. When the curtains parted, a toy crab walked across the screen, a blue octopus began to conduct classical music, while a voice said, "Water, water, everywhere!" as the camera panned to an ocean.
"Ivy, look," Blair said, crouching down near the twins and trying to catch the baby's attention, pointing to the TV. It took a bit of goading, but eventually Ivy did dare to look over, and having been raised by parents who never let her watch TV, the soothing sounds and gentle imagery quickly caught all of her attention, although she still clung to her brother like she was a baby koala. Signing softly, Blair stood, sitting back down while her exceptionally confused husband stared on. "There. Everything will be okay."
"Blair, there's a dog outside?"
"I know there's a dog outside."
"Yes I do," Dark growled, using all of his restraint not to get into his father-in-law's face, "and I will continue to say it. Because I love my daughter. And if I ever, ever said something so awful to her that she reacted like that--" Again, he pointed to the stairs, his hand trembling from how tightly restrained he was, "It would be the worst thing I ever did. I would spend the rest of my life trying to atone for it, I would not be so depraved as to stand there proudly. For someone so concerned with shame, it would do you good to humble yourself enough to feel some of it."
"And who are you to judge me, hm?" Saladin asked, "You are nothing but--"
"No, Saladin, I frankly have heard enough. Because I have sat, for over a decade, allowing you to say whatever it is you desire about me out of respect for your daughter. I have ignored insult after insult so you could have a relationship with her. But frankly, you disgust me. You do not deserve to have her in your life, and that is her decision to make, it is not mine. She told you to leave. So go. I grow weary at the sight of you."
Saladin's face coloured a deep red and he lost his temper first, "I paid for this house! You of all people have no right to kick me out, you are nothing but a bottom-feeder! I paid for this house!"
"But it is my name on the deed." Dark yelled back, practically shaking the house when he did. Despite himself, Saladin shrunk back. Never in a million years did he expect for his son-in-law to raise his voice. Once he did, he perceived the size difference between them for the very first time. Breathing heavily, Dark wiped his hand on the front of his shirt, even under this circumstance not feeling pride for what he had done. Collecting himself, he swallowed, raised a chin for a moment, and then pointed from Saladin to the door, "So get out. Because you have no right to stay here. Call yourself a cab. Wait for it outside. Until Daizi says otherwise, you are not welcome here. And that is not because of me. It is your fault. If you are lucky, she will give you the chance to apologize but let me be clear: I do not believe you deserve it. Go."
Saladin stared wide-eyed up at Dark, finally perceiving not the young rogue who stole his daughter away but a tattooed man who had reached his limit, so he turned and left without a goodbye, tail between his legs. When the door shut behind him, Dark exhaled heavily and started up the stairs while Saladin stood on the front stoop, staring up at this strange, stone, gothic house, realizing too late the gravity of what he had done.
~~
Sloan nodded, sitting awkwardly across from them, "Yeah, probably better. It's not good to be around that kind of thing. I um, I'm glad you came here."
When Mr. Appelbaum brought down the box of DVDs, Blair began rooting through them until she found the one she wanted. Then she turned on the TV and put it on, starting the movie. The title sequence quickly gave way to a pair of dark blue curtains with the text Baby Neptune: Discovering Water. When the curtains parted, a toy crab walked across the screen, a blue octopus began to conduct classical music, while a voice said, "Water, water, everywhere!" as the camera panned to an ocean.
"Ivy, look," Blair said, crouching down near the twins and trying to catch the baby's attention, pointing to the TV. It took a bit of goading, but eventually Ivy did dare to look over, and having been raised by parents who never let her watch TV, the soothing sounds and gentle imagery quickly caught all of her attention, although she still clung to her brother like she was a baby koala. Signing softly, Blair stood, sitting back down while her exceptionally confused husband stared on. "There. Everything will be okay."
"Blair, there's a dog outside?"
"I know there's a dog outside."
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