"i'm moving into harry's." / from misty
Quentin always knew this day would come eventually. After all, Misty and Harry were the perfect match ; of course his daughter would end up moving in with him one day. It was only a matter of time. Fatherhood was a journey, and though Misty was grown up, Quentin elected to view this move as the beginning of a new chapter. He quite liked Harry ; he took care of his little girl – gave her the life she deserved.
With a small smile, he steps forward, taking Misty in his arms and pulling her close. He presses a kiss to the top of her head, a hand soon moving to softly stroke her hair. ( Oh, how he wished she could stay young forever, but she was growing – flourishing – and he was proud .. no matter how hard it was to, in a sense, let go. )
❛ My little dazzler, spreading her wings. — I am so happy you found a life with him. ❜