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It was a new development he could very quickly - and very dangerously - grow used to. Robin was very nearly humming to himself as he stood by the skillet, his gaze going towards the young woman as she sat waiting for him, or simply lost in her own thoughts. “You don’t like them over easy, do you?” he asked, because he was still a novice when it came to fixing his own daughter breakfast, which was another pang to his insides he didn’t need. And maybe there was simply too much food already, but some part of him was overcompensating for being able to order in. As in, from farther away into the country.

There were more boxes of cereal he’d ever had, pop tarts of varied flavors, and different types of bread just waiting to be picked. Whole-wheat, grain, he’d even splurged on bagels, as if to ensure she had the best buffet experience for any upcoming morning -- of however many mornings she would still spend in town. Keeping his nerves pretty evident on his face, he grabbed both mugs of coffee and sat down beside his daughter, blowing softly on the top of his drink. Hoping to make the moment last longer. “Did you sleep alright? You’re looking a bit pale. Which, I know is rich coming from me, but. Maybe I can tell better from personal experience.” What had happened at the ball had been... a tragedy, for sure, one he would’ve liked to have kept her out of. He was beginning to realize one could never be ready for anything when it came to their town, however. There was nothing to do but hope it hadn’t affected her in a deeper level.

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@avaxfinch (& @edgarwayne)

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“I’ve always told you that my house is open for anytime you’d choose to visit, this isn’t a reprieve.” Far from it, the smile on the Phoenix’s face was one very unlike the polite expressions he usually dealt his pub patrons with, something ultimately cheesy and embarrassing that - no doubt - would have Wren turning tail and leaving him alone as soon as he spotted someone else he knew in the festival. Someone less uncool to a 16 year old than their own father.

“You don’t have to -,” the boy insisted, a beat too late before Robin was already paying their way for two bracelets, one of his father’s arms almost awkwardly placed around him to steer him further inside, into the livelier part of the fair. The booths caught both their attention, Robin’s head tilting in an inquisitive manner that his younger child could only mirror. “Hoops?” he suggested, the initial reserve gone, small smile on his own lips as he looked up, quickly choosing a prize they could both try to win.

Robin was just a tad bit slower than his son, of course, having had to pause to let a larger group go through, and only looked ahead to find himself staring at both his children in front of the booth, unable to hear or completely read either of their expressions. Ah. He should’ve probably texted Ava when he found Wren loitering outside his house, shouldn’t he?

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what do you really think of gravi and the fact that he's dating your daughter?

I think my daughter is an adult, even if that happened whilst I wasn’t looking closely. @avaxfinch

At the same time, I find Gravi to be a very upstanding person, I like seeing how he runs his business, how he takes care of his younger sister, and how he treats Ava in a general sense. He has proven, so far, to be the type of person to not betray her trust -- nor mine. Though hers is more important where it concerns their relationship. @gravixdexla

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MAY 7:   write a letter to the person who you feel the worst about hurting.  are you apologetic, uncaring, etc.

Dearest Ava & Wren: Does writing a letter seem archaic to the two of you? This is simply a psychological exercise, so to speak, where the words I've written won't quite reach your eyes but... perhaps I should think of this as a rough draft, an essay, for the words I should some day be able to say to the both of you. Separately, if I were given the choice. If you were both to give me the time, your patience along with it. You owe me nothing. You asked for nothing. You needed very little and still I failed you. I felt it necessary to express that, however harsh the words. You are my child... my children, and I foolishly believed I was doing what was best for you -- though I wasn't dumb enough to believe that for your entire lives. There was a point reached where it was... simply hard, to go back. To rewind time, which is so precious, and make things better. So I didn't. I let distance, I let what was probably seen as indifference divide us, and I did... not enough to stop it. I love you. Is it too late to say this? Is it too embarrassing to -hear- read? Is it something you'd still believe? I promise that the happiest days of my life were those where I had the chance, the opportunity, to spend them with you. And I'm sorry that I haven't been able to show you just how much you are loved. How much you both mean to me. I would very much like the opportunity to say some of these thoughts to you, still, to ensure that not all of the wrong I’ve caused you goes unpunished, unmentioned other than in my thoughts. The time I’ve misspent by not being with you cannot be brought back - or turned back, but I will hope to earn your forgiveness all the same. To better myself for you.

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MAY 21:   if you could change your species, would you?  which species would you choose?  why?  if you would choose not to, explain why.

I think I would give anything not to outlast the people I love.

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MAY 19:   what is the best thing that’s ever happened to you? why?

My children. They’re... quite simply, the greatest achievement I’ll ever have.