girls with guns | {sophie} jb
Feb 9, 2020 14:55:16 GMT -5
Post by dars on Feb 9, 2020 14:55:16 GMT -5
T A R V E R
He'd been left out of the plans: gritted teeth and clenched fists. When his friends congratulated him, his smile was too tense. When he made eye contact with his wife, her eyes told him she was not sorry. A discussion for another time.
He'd kept his cool, smoothing out the fabric of his pants as he went to visit yet another of his children, off to fight the good fight. He was getting too god damn old for this.
The door closed behind him and there she was, looking more small and helpless than he remembered her ever being. Wearing a strong face, though, she took after him in that respect. But he knew her all too well, knew that career training was always more of an excuse to see her friends than anything else. Sophie's lack of ambition had always been his greatest concern regarding her; she did not want this. And though his pride would not let him admit it, he was fearful of what came next.
"You should have told me," he said simply, lifting an empty glass bottle from a side table to examine its contents, "you both should have."
He raised his eyebrow at her, level headed and calm as he took a seat and folded his fingers together in his lap.
"Your mother has a reckless ambition. I could have-" he twirled his finger in the air to make up for the absence of words that followed, "But it's too late now. You're in. No pretending your way through it anymore, Sweetie. Don't show them your weakness. You're a Fray. They'll respect you."
He stood at last, grabbing her by both of her arms.
"You're a weapon. And weapons do not weep."