Three Drabbles for Paternal Prompt
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garnigalAs always, X-posted to open_on_sunday.
Imperfections of Insanity
He wasn’t a perfect father. He was away too much, working while his family enjoyed the wealth he provided. He was too demanding, expecting perfection from his children.
She remembered a time when he was home for several weeks. She and her sisters tried so hard – to be quiet, attractive, talented. It only lasted a few hours before they were loud and boisterous again. Father was appalled at their behaviour and gave them a stern talking to about duty and propriety.
Her new Daddy was so much better, Drusilla thought, screaming and writhing under Angelus’s hard, punishing and lustful hands.
Paternalistic
They were proud of their history. They were proud of their secrets. They were proud of their tools.
They were proud of their Slayers.
Young women. Strong, fast, brave. Obedient, intelligent. The perfect weapons to combat evil. Their femininity is a lure. Their power is an enticement. Their battles are legendary. Their deaths are tragic.
Their deaths are necessary.
No one could keep up the required pace forever. No one can maintain the strength of will, strength of mind or strength of body. Each Slayer to fall is mother to the next Slayer chosen.
And the Council is their father.
Mistakes Made
He was a good father. He provided for his family, defended against evil.
He was a loving father. He held his children closely, told them fairy stories, played dolls and soldiers.
He was a caring father. He tucked his children in to bed, convinced them no monsters would come as long as he was there.
The monsters came and he wasn’t there.
He vowed he wouldn’t make these mistakes with Stephen. This child would learn to provide for and defend himself. This child would know the monsters would come, and that Father might not be there.
This child would live.
Imperfections of Insanity
He wasn’t a perfect father. He was away too much, working while his family enjoyed the wealth he provided. He was too demanding, expecting perfection from his children.
She remembered a time when he was home for several weeks. She and her sisters tried so hard – to be quiet, attractive, talented. It only lasted a few hours before they were loud and boisterous again. Father was appalled at their behaviour and gave them a stern talking to about duty and propriety.
Her new Daddy was so much better, Drusilla thought, screaming and writhing under Angelus’s hard, punishing and lustful hands.
Paternalistic
They were proud of their history. They were proud of their secrets. They were proud of their tools.
They were proud of their Slayers.
Young women. Strong, fast, brave. Obedient, intelligent. The perfect weapons to combat evil. Their femininity is a lure. Their power is an enticement. Their battles are legendary. Their deaths are tragic.
Their deaths are necessary.
No one could keep up the required pace forever. No one can maintain the strength of will, strength of mind or strength of body. Each Slayer to fall is mother to the next Slayer chosen.
And the Council is their father.
Mistakes Made
He was a good father. He provided for his family, defended against evil.
He was a loving father. He held his children closely, told them fairy stories, played dolls and soldiers.
He was a caring father. He tucked his children in to bed, convinced them no monsters would come as long as he was there.
The monsters came and he wasn’t there.
He vowed he wouldn’t make these mistakes with Stephen. This child would learn to provide for and defend himself. This child would know the monsters would come, and that Father might not be there.
This child would live.
