TARGET : SPECTOR , MARC LOCATION : @yarakh ASSIGNMENT : critical role starters. ENCRYPTED : " i know we don’t always agree and i know i can be unkind, but ... you're still family. "
MARC , LIKE MOST , HAD NEVER ASKED FOR JEZEBEL. like a stray animal , she merely appeared one day and the decision was made to keep her. to his credit , she’s never once felt unwanted. maybe marc hadn’t asked for her , but he chose not only to keep around , but be a father to her. jezebel is eternally grateful. still , when you put two deeply troubled people in one home ... things are bound to happen. arguments , harsh words in fits of emotion. she knows she doesn’t mean what she says during these times , knows that sometimes , she’s still a child lashing out wherever she can and she believes the same can be said of her father at times.
jezebel understands. she knows. still , there is always that snaking fear that one day someone will say too much. that one day he’ll get sick of what a horrid thing she is , how cruel , how vengeful. nothing has ever scared her so much. another argument and she’s curled into herself , hidden away under the covers. she doesn’t want the world to see her , this razor blade carved into the shape of a girl. she doesn’t move when she feels the weight on the end of her bed. he speaks and the fear coiled within her loosens just so slightly.
she moves , slowly. sitting up and pushing away her pink blankets. in the dark of her room , bathed only in the light flooding in from the hallway. feline gaze fixates on him , head tilting to the side as she focuses on his face , taking in every detail of his expression. there’s a moment before she’s moving in closer , propping her chin up on his shoulder.
❝ please don’t leave me. ❞ her voice is so quiet , hoarse with the not forming in ther throat.
❝ i’m sorry , ❞ jezebel hiccups and she’s trying so , so hard not to cry , but her body betrays her as a tear rolls down her cheek. ❝ dad , i’m sorry. ❞