paper gangsta | ( phoenix + diana ) bltz

 

He speaks with a gentlemanly tone, but it reveals itself as a facade when he asks for my father. There is a strange emphasis on the word business that makes me think his doings are not completely legal or he's going to put my father in a situation where he is going to act in a way that is not completely legal. Either way, laws will likely be broken; most rules are supposed to be followed. They are made to keep some sort of peace, and complete disregard for them creates riot and rebellion. I may not be the perfect daughter in my father's eye, but I am sure to not step beyond the good and into the bad.

I swing on the door a little, pressing down the latch to make a rhythmic click. "Um," I turn back to look down the eerily long hallway to my father's door which remains shut. A faint muffle of his speaking, or shouting, voice echoes between the family pictures on the walls to my ears. I know he's busy, he's always busy and I can't stop someone with such a determined work ethic. The voices inside my own head tell me to let this man in so my father does not have a reason to sit grumpily in the armchair later, tutting and sighing because he missed out.

My heart is telling me that letting this man down gently is the best option; less stress, less dirt, less blood. I lead from the heart. "He's very busy, he's hard at work on a new business plan. He didn't tell me someone was coming over to help him..." The ominous glint in his eye is no match for a heart with no holes—at least, I hope.

 

Mr. Phoenix Sayer does not take the hint that I won't be letting him in. Kindness was always the key to someone's heart, but I'm beginning to think that either that is a lie, or this man has no heart and has been consumed by the dark. The muscle turning straight to bone: cold and hard, it becomes nothing more than a mechanism sustaining life. There's no love, no hope, no light at the end of the tunnel—just pitch black. I don't want that to happen to me; love is far too important to cast aside for a few coins, a position in a company here and there.

I'd rather be everywhere than here and there. Like a princess—I'd rather be the world's.

But this princess is now a knight; I guard our kingdom of a home with my love and hope it isn't labour's lost. I do not arm myself with a sword or bow and arrow, only dainty, doily words and a pledge to keep the light in at all costs. "I'm his daughter, Diana." I say carefully. "You shouldn't assume anything in this world, assumptions are what come around to bite you in the ass." Glisten in my eye, there's nothing like comedic charm to pair with kindness to hopefully get things moving along swiftly. "Maybe I can take a message to give to my father."