Thread: All men are beasts~ (FatherFigure x Rhubarb)

The clouds passed by the window in the evening sky, they looked like pig wads of cotton candy in a sea of powder blue. Normally this weather would have made her happy, but all Lucille Bellavance could think of was the funeral earlier that week. The coffin had been ivory with roses of res white and pink practically cascading over the sides. Placed on a lavish moving platform six women in matching dress-suits, including herself, had walked around it as it was delivered to it's resting place. It was beautiful, she knew her mother Melony would've loved it. Lucy tapped the toe of her red peep-toe heel on the ugly carpet adorning the floor of the first class cabin, an unopened magazine laying limply in her lap. She reached over and picked up her water bottle bringing it to her cranberry painted lips and sipping. Other than that small action the sixteen year old had been staring out the window this entire trip. She desperately wanted for this plane ride to be over, she hated long flights, and she was so eager to get to Los Angeles, to see her father. After six years she still remembered him so vividly, tall, handsome, dashing. So unlike any other man, she could trust him she couldn't trust them. She'd known how much it had broken his heart when her mother had taken her away, and made her change her last name, she hadn't wanted to do either of those things. She had to admit however, that the move to Paris had been beneficial in many ways as well she was currently fluent in French as well as English, and maintained dual citizenship. Lucille had attended all the best schools, when it came time she would be able to attend almost any university she desired. However, she didn't care about any of that now, she just wanted to see him, to have him hug her with his strong arms, and let her cry all over him. Lucille pulled a small compact from the pocket of her dress and examined herself in the mirror. Pale skin, sky blue eyes, red lips and luscious mahogany hair that fell down her back just above her posterior. She wore the outfit her father had sent her for her birthday, a Navy blue thick strap dress with white polka dots, and a red belt at the waist, the skirt fanned out slightly and went down to her knees. She wore a matching red ascot around her neck. As she was examining herself to make sure she still looked decent the man to her right leaned over and talked quietly. You've looked beautiful this entire ride, no need to double check now. Instantly she shot the man a bone chilling glare and turned back to the window just as the intercom dinged before a man's voice spoke. Arriving at Los Angeles national airport in 5 minutes, please prepare for landing. Lucille breathed out smiling slightly. After unboarding the plane she quickly went to the conveyor and grabbed her simple red leather duffle bag, then walked out into the positively huge lobby looking around. She almost worried he was running late, when suddenly she saw him, standing there just feet away from the exit staring right at her. She instantly put a hand over her mouth, and a tear rolled down her cheek. He looked just as she remembered. Running as fast as her body could in heels she crossed the threshold between them in less than a minute. Daddy! she cried as she immediately wrapped her arms around him and cried into his shoulder. She spoke, just a hint of a french accent in her voice. I missed you so much...