[The growing darkness hid much of her embarrassment, but he could follow the motion of her eyes with them glowing as they were. The corner of his lips curved into a small smile, also hidden in the dark of the increasing night. His hand gave her shoulder a small squeeze.
She didn't call him 'dad' often. Such a small stupid little word, and it brought his world to this single moment in a house under construction with his daughter.]
Thank you. [The undercity respected strength and power. Would he be memorialized at all like Vander? They had, after all, walked similar paths in the end.] Leave the marker where you set it. I should like to see it someday.
[It might become one of his favourite thinking spots now that his desk was gone and with it all of her random graffiti. That place might do just fine as a replacement.]
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She didn't call him 'dad' often. Such a small stupid little word, and it brought his world to this single moment in a house under construction with his daughter.]
Thank you. [The undercity respected strength and power. Would he be memorialized at all like Vander? They had, after all, walked similar paths in the end.] Leave the marker where you set it. I should like to see it someday.
[It might become one of his favourite thinking spots now that his desk was gone and with it all of her random graffiti. That place might do just fine as a replacement.]