@"A M E N O"
Okay. So maybe Damon was a bit dorky, with how much he was hyping up this little movie marathon night, as well as just all around how he acted around his daughter. It was hard to find things Damon cared about in this world past temporary self-indulgence, and most wouldn't think, at first glance, that he cared about anything at all.
But Melanie? Little nightmare witch, baby Mel? She was his sunshine, his princess, his everything. And he'd been missing her even more than usual lately, which was already a lot, maybe because she was starting to really miss him too. He knew he wasn't good for her, wasn't good for people in general. Not being good didn't stop him from much. Except Mel.
He didn't want to fuck this up. He just wanted to be with her, the gift someone like him probably didn't deserve, according to his ex-wife. In the long run, if having her forever meant fucking up, he wouldn't do it, wouldn't risk it. He'd just try to make moments like this in his tiny apartment with his takeout food the best he could.
So he'd strung up little halloween jack-o-lantern fairy lights around, bought and ordered the most glorious hoard of snacks and junky food ever, and damn if there wasn't the best pile of pillows and blankets he could find. He had stacks of horror and whimsically spooky movies, as well as box sets of crime shows they could probably never finish in one sleepover.
And now he was just fidgeting on the couch, waiting for Mel to be dropped off like the dorky loser of a dad he was. Probably not the best dad, no matter how he tried or how silly he got, but he was hers, and she was his.
Okay. So maybe Damon was a bit dorky, with how much he was hyping up this little movie marathon night, as well as just all around how he acted around his daughter. It was hard to find things Damon cared about in this world past temporary self-indulgence, and most wouldn't think, at first glance, that he cared about anything at all.
But Melanie? Little nightmare witch, baby Mel? She was his sunshine, his princess, his everything. And he'd been missing her even more than usual lately, which was already a lot, maybe because she was starting to really miss him too. He knew he wasn't good for her, wasn't good for people in general. Not being good didn't stop him from much. Except Mel.
He didn't want to fuck this up. He just wanted to be with her, the gift someone like him probably didn't deserve, according to his ex-wife. In the long run, if having her forever meant fucking up, he wouldn't do it, wouldn't risk it. He'd just try to make moments like this in his tiny apartment with his takeout food the best he could.
So he'd strung up little halloween jack-o-lantern fairy lights around, bought and ordered the most glorious hoard of snacks and junky food ever, and damn if there wasn't the best pile of pillows and blankets he could find. He had stacks of horror and whimsically spooky movies, as well as box sets of crime shows they could probably never finish in one sleepover.
And now he was just fidgeting on the couch, waiting for Mel to be dropped off like the dorky loser of a dad he was. Probably not the best dad, no matter how he tried or how silly he got, but he was hers, and she was his.
