Thread: Father, My Father... [Aileenansidhe x Father Figure]

RE Father, My Father... Abby smiled slightly as her Father drew her deep into his embrace a place of warmth, strength, and security. She had always treasured this place, where she could feel the gentle sensation of his breathing against her skin... the dull thump of life in his chest firmly against her own. The monumental power that made her Father just who he was in her eyes. It was where she would retreat whenever the world had caused her pain as a child and even now served as a place of salvation as an adult. She could feel his lips brush her forehead in what almost felt like a contemplated kiss and he drew a small breath. For some reason, she felt her heart speed up slightly with the closeness a sensation that she had noticed a couple of times recently for reasons that she did not understand. She had been hugged before cradled in the safety of this man's arms. But now, in the years of her late teens, it seems to carry a slightly different sensation with it. Like there was a language that her body was speaking and she was simply not privy to it. Like a nervous excitement that had wiggled it's way into her already existing emotions. Her Father spoke with a calm and gentle tone that carried words containing all of the kindness and compassion in the world. No, it is just that I want you to be happy. I know that seems quaint and trite, that it seems silly, but it is the honest truth. There is a large world out there, a world you've never seen. I saw quite a bit when I was young, but I took you away from it all. I worry, just a little, that it might have been a mistake to have done so. She felt her cheeks flushed deeply at his words, feeling a stab of worry for her father and a pang of happiness deep within her chest. He was such a good-hearted soul, but one who blamed himself much to heavily in her eyes. He had never done her any wrong as far as she was concerned. She led a good, solid life here. Yes, perhaps it wasn't the most eventful in this tiny little town but it was a healthy, modest, and wholesome way of living. And here is was thinking that he hadn't given her nearly enough. She smiled softly, emphasizing her blush and shook her head. She wriggled her right arm free from his grip and poked him lightly in the middle of the forehead a gesture that she had adapted from her early teens, that symbolized when she thought he was being silly. You took me from nothing, she said with a faint laugh not a mocking one, but one of love and affection. I have lead a very good life here and you've taught me many wonderful lessons throughout my life. And I am happy with everything you've given me. So put these dark thoughts to rest. You've done no harm to me nor will you ever. Okay? She slipped her free arm around the back of his neck, pulling him a little closer to her height and gave him a light kiss on the cheek, which required her to stand on her tip-toes even then. Her quickened heart-rated elevated once more and she mentally pushed around it. Perhaps she was simply not feeling well... the weather had been so poor lately. However, one thing she was certain of was her Father... her precious, wonderful Father who knew nothing but love and kindness. No more worrying, please. You've done good. You always do good. And I could never ask anything more.