Pfft. Naughty Gabe.
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For the briefest moment, she hoped he wouldn't be there. The last meeting had been disgraceful to the family. Tempers flared, things had been said. She didn't regret her accusations — Gabriel had committed a grievous error in judgement within the dark eyes of his daughter — but she wished the scarce love she'd coveted had survived the battle. As it stood, Talitha felt she had lost more than she deserved. Respect, family, pride. Something was missing that couldn't be determined, and Gabriel could only set it right. Yet, she still hoped he wouldn't be there; of course, she was wrong.
He called out from some dark corner of the den she'd once called home and she took it as an invitation inside. On awkward legs, she moved forward, clutching the teeth and strings and wire as if they'd somehow save her from her own unease. Crimson eyes scanned the area; Enkiel, much to her slight disappointment, was not there. "Shouldn't you be resting, instead of searching your things?" she chastised. Like any adult male, she expected he wouldn't care that she showed any sort of concern. He would do what he wanted to do. Everyone else could sod off.
She kept her distance. "I wanted to talk to you." The simple sentence sounded as though an apology was in order, but the younger woman was stubborn and felt nothing of regret. She only needed him to listen. At one point in time, she would have sought out her blue-eyed aunt, Corona; now, she was left with few options. Faintly trembling legs carried her across the expanse of his home in a straight pace, fingers twisting leather around the bases of teeth to form a chain. The silence around her was stifling and uncomfortable, but she wasn't willing to speak unless he said she could.
Despite their differences, Talitha wasn't willing to forcibly burden the dark Aquila with anything trivial, and it was a display of trust that she went to him at all. He was cold, he was hard, but he was still her father. Slowly, she had begun to take the words of the strange Niro to heart: she couldn't be replaced in the eyes of Gabriel. Or so she hoped. Maybe her own opinion was correct, that he couldn't love enough to fit everyone into his world. If that was the case, she was sure to be the first one cast out.
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