El Guero
He/Him
45
august 15
paldea
straight
businessman
civilian
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Lionel Miro
Father daughter bonding.
POSTED ON Apr 19, 2022 9:39:21 GMT
❝ It was always a nervewracking thing to be face-to-face with your loved ones. Lionel felt it to his bones of the aniticipation, and at the soame time, a passable amount of fear and excitement. He had not been vulnerable in a very long time, and Melody mostly like the only one who still knew of him. But what he feared was that she only knew what used to be him. Was he still a father? Was he still a man? Did she still look up to him with the doe-eyed love of a child, when she now stood atop the world? Perhaps. Or maybe it was just him, fearing that the relationship would be changed, and part of him knew that it was because he was not there for her all the time. It was a Schrodinger's love, he desperately wanted to be back with his daughter, and at the same time, feared it. But he seated himself here, ten minutes earlier, scrolling through baby pictures all the same, wondering how much these last few years had changed his girl, for better or worse. "Dad! How are you?!"It was the bright voice of a girl, and it almost melted his heart to see him. Lionel smiled, genuinely, goofily, as he stood up from his seat and clutched his daughter in his arms. He buried his head into her hair and kissed her forehead. "I missed you sweetie." He replied, slowly relaxing his hug, before holding her shoulders and looking down towards her face. She was a woman grown, older, mature, her eyes stronger than she was at twenty and at sixteen. But still there was something else there that he couldn't pinpoint, but he didn't care at the moment, he just wanted to stay there for a little while longer. "Look at you dear." He said, "I can scarcely believe how much you've grown."A scarcity he did not wish to repeat. He turned quickly to the waiter, "We'll have the set, whichever one the chef recommends." He replied, smiling, he did not wish to be disturbed with recommendations of wine or the choice of bread, or anything vapid that would cut away from spending time with his girl. "I saw you on the Wailord dear." He replied, smiling, though a hint of regret filled his eyes, "How was the festival, was it any good?"[googlefont=Playfair Display]
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