09-04-2018, 11:10 PM
"You want to talk about pride and selfishness?" If Jay was a shit son, she didn't care to turn the mirror on her own life. No confession passed her lips but that dry comment, though. Maybe he'd heard the things she told Cayli, and maybe he hadn't. Her gaze found the shadowed rafters for a moment's respite, talk of restlessness stirring the companionship of a fellow soul. He shaded no real details, but she understood the sentiment better than he might imagine. Her lips curled, but it was a smile absent of mirth.
"You're here now." She said it like the surest thing in the world; like absolution and forgiveness were things she chose to believe in against better judgement. For Natalie it was true; her father's sins numbered negligible through the love of a daughter's eyes, at least until he cut her from his life. Whatever Jay's transgressions and however dire the consequences, he returned to his family when they needed him. Shucked Custody chains and traversed half the globe just to be here.
He flinched at her touch, and she felt it like a vibration through her bones. Compartmentalisation was something she was good at, though. Her hand retracted once the point was made, folding a barrier across her chest. He pulled himself together enough to smirk but he didn't let her in. She shifted, kept a wary eye on the horse in her periphery. Her sense of humour usually ran as black as the grave, but she couldn't find the energy for more than a bone dry retort.
"I was supposed to pack for a vacation? Well fuck, I missed the memo."
"You're here now." She said it like the surest thing in the world; like absolution and forgiveness were things she chose to believe in against better judgement. For Natalie it was true; her father's sins numbered negligible through the love of a daughter's eyes, at least until he cut her from his life. Whatever Jay's transgressions and however dire the consequences, he returned to his family when they needed him. Shucked Custody chains and traversed half the globe just to be here.
He flinched at her touch, and she felt it like a vibration through her bones. Compartmentalisation was something she was good at, though. Her hand retracted once the point was made, folding a barrier across her chest. He pulled himself together enough to smirk but he didn't let her in. She shifted, kept a wary eye on the horse in her periphery. Her sense of humour usually ran as black as the grave, but she couldn't find the energy for more than a bone dry retort.
"I was supposed to pack for a vacation? Well fuck, I missed the memo."