62nd of Spring, 514 AV
“Get out.”
Nyxie stood her ground. Was he being serious? She scowled, wanting to spit out a retort. There was nothing she could think of. Nothing she could say to change his mind. His mind was made up, the second he came through the door.
“Just. Get. Out.”
The words were spat out as if they were filled with pure filth. Had this been a year ago, she was sure there would’ve been tears in her eyes by now. But Nyxie was getting used to his shyke. She knew he’d ignore her until he needed something from her later on. Nyx started to tap her foot on the wooden floor, her arms crossed in front of her. Her messy red strands were tied up in a bun, loose pieces falling out of place as she lightly scratched her head. She wasn’t leaving. No, Nyxie would stay a little longer. She was pretty sure he knew that she would.
“Luv, just leave me alone. I don’t want to talk about it.”
He spoke gentler, fatigue in his tone and fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he stared at the tattered journal he’d snatched from her hands, just moments ago. It was obvious now more than ever before. He was definitely hiding something from her. But what? Every single time she tried to bring it up, he never said more than the usual pathetic excuses. Why was it so hard for him to just tell her? Blue eyes softened as they gazed upon the man running his hand through his graying hair while he walked to his desk, opening the drawer to replace what she’d tried to steal. Nyx figured it all must’ve been pretty terrible, which was probably why he could never bear to talk about it. But she was nineteen for Gods’ sake. For a Svefra, the redhead would practically be considered an adult by now. Doesn’t he realize that she’d be mature enough to handle the truth? Of course, Nyxie hasn’t really had very many responsibilities, nor had she ever really gotten away from her family for more than a day… but she was still an adult, right?
Apologizing now would probably be best. “Papa, I’m s--”
“Just don’t talk to me, alright? Close the door behind you. We’re done here.”
She bowed her head, frustration and anger boiling inside of her, willing herself to stay strong, to stop herself from breaking down. There was no point in trying to keep it away from her… she’d only do it again, when she had the chance.
“No.” She wasn't going to listen to his petty excuses anymore. This was the day she’d find out, no matter what it took. She had to persuade him. “We’re not done. I’m not leaving here until you give me that book.” Her stare froze over, fixed on her father’s furious face.
“I read the first page, Papa. She wrote it for me. It’s mine.”
“Get out.”
Nyxie stood her ground. Was he being serious? She scowled, wanting to spit out a retort. There was nothing she could think of. Nothing she could say to change his mind. His mind was made up, the second he came through the door.
“Just. Get. Out.”
The words were spat out as if they were filled with pure filth. Had this been a year ago, she was sure there would’ve been tears in her eyes by now. But Nyxie was getting used to his shyke. She knew he’d ignore her until he needed something from her later on. Nyx started to tap her foot on the wooden floor, her arms crossed in front of her. Her messy red strands were tied up in a bun, loose pieces falling out of place as she lightly scratched her head. She wasn’t leaving. No, Nyxie would stay a little longer. She was pretty sure he knew that she would.
“Luv, just leave me alone. I don’t want to talk about it.”
He spoke gentler, fatigue in his tone and fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he stared at the tattered journal he’d snatched from her hands, just moments ago. It was obvious now more than ever before. He was definitely hiding something from her. But what? Every single time she tried to bring it up, he never said more than the usual pathetic excuses. Why was it so hard for him to just tell her? Blue eyes softened as they gazed upon the man running his hand through his graying hair while he walked to his desk, opening the drawer to replace what she’d tried to steal. Nyx figured it all must’ve been pretty terrible, which was probably why he could never bear to talk about it. But she was nineteen for Gods’ sake. For a Svefra, the redhead would practically be considered an adult by now. Doesn’t he realize that she’d be mature enough to handle the truth? Of course, Nyxie hasn’t really had very many responsibilities, nor had she ever really gotten away from her family for more than a day… but she was still an adult, right?
Apologizing now would probably be best. “Papa, I’m s--”
“Just don’t talk to me, alright? Close the door behind you. We’re done here.”
She bowed her head, frustration and anger boiling inside of her, willing herself to stay strong, to stop herself from breaking down. There was no point in trying to keep it away from her… she’d only do it again, when she had the chance.
“No.” She wasn't going to listen to his petty excuses anymore. This was the day she’d find out, no matter what it took. She had to persuade him. “We’re not done. I’m not leaving here until you give me that book.” Her stare froze over, fixed on her father’s furious face.
“I read the first page, Papa. She wrote it for me. It’s mine.”
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