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scorpia looks so defeated, broken and small as she is, and he would give anything to be able to hold her like he did when she was younger and somehow chase of her worries away. but she is older now, heavy with the loss of her mother still weighing at her shoulders, so the only thing he does is reaches out a hand, brushing the strands of white blond from her forehead before he leans down and places a gentle kiss on it. she may be hidden under her fort of blankets, so he sits down next to her, the dip in the bed rolling her towards him.
‘’ scorpia, you know that isn’t important to me. ‘’ at least, not anymore. when he was younger and foolish, then perhaps, but astoria helped him to see a different side of the world. and he smooths over the wrinkles in the bed out of habit. he knows the struggle of this feeling, had lived it for years as a child - except his own father was not to kind to learn that draco had liked both boys and girls growing up. it took a long time, a lot of growing up to do to realize it wasn’t a bad thing as he had been told. it just make him who he was, who his beautiful daughter is.
‘’ ------- you know, i’ve actually had my fair interest in men, ‘’ because he had, and even astoria would be sure to tease him about it ( especially an incident a long time ago back before he ever knew her. ) ‘’ and i grew up thinking that it was wrong, and that i couldn’t justify my feelings ; that i had to be an heir to malfoy and have a kid. but scorpia ... it is different now. as long as you are happy, i don’t care who you love -- as long as they love you. ‘’