[ he grins a little, at sofia's expression, but is soon melts into something somber as sofia begins to piece together the puzzle. he mulls it over a bit before reaching over to gently take the spoon out of sofia's hand, reaching around her to turn off the heat so he can push the stew to the side. it looks about done, anyway. ]
I, ah -- [ he begins, as he collects a potholder from the counter to open the oven with, collecting the bread sofia had thrown in there to warm up. ] I was thinking this afternoon about -- [ placing the loaf on a nearby cutting board to cool enough to cut into, tomassen sets the potholder back on the counter, closing the oven door. ] I always wanted a daughter.
[ he's already been through this grieving process -- with sofia, without sofia, what the plague robbed them off, etc. so it's not said with any real sadness or despair, just a simple statement of fact, as he dusts off his hands. ]
I wanted one, and I've always had this lingering thought of what she would be like, if she existed, but -- Sofia, reading that. [ and he gestures vaguely toward where he had deposited his things in the foyer, lips pursing together into a thin line. ] Reading what that girl -- scraping the surface of what that girl went through, I'm glad I have a son, because I would be in prison. I might still wind up in prison, because --
[ he's getting ahead of himself, and he stops before exhaling slowly, resting his hands on the counter. ]
She was bought by Heleen van Houdon when she was thirteen. Contract was signed by a child who couldn't understand Kerch.
[ he drums his fingers against the countertop, frowning. deep in thought. ]
Currently living on Kaz's couch, nineteen, now. Was left to freeze to death after she refused a client at the Menagerie and couldn't pay her rent.
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Date: 2024-09-03 04:33 pm (UTC)I, ah -- [ he begins, as he collects a potholder from the counter to open the oven with, collecting the bread sofia had thrown in there to warm up. ] I was thinking this afternoon about -- [ placing the loaf on a nearby cutting board to cool enough to cut into, tomassen sets the potholder back on the counter, closing the oven door. ] I always wanted a daughter.
[ he's already been through this grieving process -- with sofia, without sofia, what the plague robbed them off, etc. so it's not said with any real sadness or despair, just a simple statement of fact, as he dusts off his hands. ]
I wanted one, and I've always had this lingering thought of what she would be like, if she existed, but -- Sofia, reading that. [ and he gestures vaguely toward where he had deposited his things in the foyer, lips pursing together into a thin line. ] Reading what that girl -- scraping the surface of what that girl went through, I'm glad I have a son, because I would be in prison. I might still wind up in prison, because --
[ he's getting ahead of himself, and he stops before exhaling slowly, resting his hands on the counter. ]
She was bought by Heleen van Houdon when she was thirteen. Contract was signed by a child who couldn't understand Kerch.
[ he drums his fingers against the countertop, frowning. deep in thought. ]
Currently living on Kaz's couch, nineteen, now. Was left to freeze to death after she refused a client at the Menagerie and couldn't pay her rent.