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Father's Day

Jun 19, 2011 22:55

Who: The Baron and Alba
What: Father's Day
When: Evening, just after sunset
Where: The Balaz/DeTamble Residence
Rating: D for D'awww

( Under the proper conditions, water could be stronger than blood... )

byron balaz, alba detamble

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ablealba June 20 2011, 03:22:22 UTC

Alba had been mopey all day while Mr. Baron had been in his coffin. She didn't like this day at all. When she was very little, it was always a risk of whether her dad would actually be home for father's day or not. Regardless, she and her mom had made something spectacular for her father. And each year since he'd died, she always did something little just in case he showed up that day, not that he was ever able to take it with him.

But being in this alternate universe, she was almost certain that her father wasn't going to show up. So the entire day, she walked around the house in a poor mood, trying really hard not to think of what day it was.

Despite the fact that Mr. Baron was not her father, she felt as if it was right to get or make him something for the day. She made a card and got a gift and wrapped it and put it on her desk. When Mr. Baron got to her door, Alba looked over. She was sitting scribbling in her notebook with a pronounced pout and slightly puffy eyes ( ... )

baronbalaz June 20 2011, 03:35:08 UTC

The door creaked open, leaking a red-gold hue into the room, where it gleamed dully against Alba's cheeks--tear tracks hastily and repeatedly wiped away.

"I thought I'd get up early today. It's the shortest night of the year and I..." Byron stepped through, holding the box at chest level. "I'm sorry I've been out more than usual, lately. I was wondering if you'd join me out on the town tonight?" He had been trying to avoid her, which as much as it hurt, was better than the alternative. Today, however, would be different. However inadequate he felt, Alba needed someone.

ablealba June 20 2011, 04:14:05 UTC

She smiled slightly. "You got me a gift?" Alba asked, confused. She noticed that the Baron had been out more than usual, but she wasn't sure if it was because he was busy or had some reason to do something. Sometimes adults just had priorities to attend to, they couldn't be around all the time. "Out on the town?" Her eyes flickered over to her own gift. "I got you something, but...why'd you get me something?"

baronbalaz June 20 2011, 04:51:03 UTC

Byron stepped further into the room, silent for a long moment until he found himself sitting on the edge of her bed. Eyes the color of deepest night met eyes of clearest noon sky and he smiled bashfully.

"It's far from tradition, but it occurred to me that the holiday today wouldn't exist if not for children. Logically, for there to be a day honoring fathers...which you know I'm not, Alba, I would never dream...

'Gods, why is this so hard?'"I wanted to thank you, Alba." He moved the box onto her lap and opened it, revealing an expertly crafted sword, perfect for the girl's size. "The blade is Toledo steel, the hilt is gold and blue topaz inlay. It's a weapon for a person who wants to protect those precious to them, as I have wanted to protect you. You are the only light that I can touch that won't hurt me, the only dawn I could ever see with my naked eyes. I may not be your father, Alba DeTamble, but I cannot help but love you as one." One hand came to touch Alba's chin and tip it up a little. "This day would mean nothing if not ( ... )

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