Star Gazer Florence

“I have to agree with you there. It’s not flattering. You’re an adult. Tell her no.” 

“It makes me look like a cheap whore.” She grumbled as she looked down at the dress and shook her head. “Yeah, okay. Do you really think she’d listen?”

“It’s because blue is a dumb color.” 

“It’s not the dam colour -- it’s the fit, and the style, and something my mother should not be forcing me to wear.”

“You don’t to thank me,” Frank released a nervous chuckle. He probably could have left it and moved on, but that wouldn’t have been good. “It seemed like the right thing to do is all.”

“Of course I do. Most people would have just taken it for themselves. You’re a good man, Frank.” Florence placed the coin back into her pocket and smiled up at him.

Pretty much, he wanted to just agree with Daphne and say, yeah she was a whore. But, he at least had enough presence of mind to know that would not help the situation, remotely. But, he also wasn’t going to be reprmanded or told what to do by Florence. He didn’t let any female control him and he never would. Women were beneath him. “You’re welcome. Me? What makes you think you can try to control what I do? You’re not in control of me. You never were. Learn your place in this world.” He then rolled his eyes and took her from Florence. “And I hope that when you do tell her, you get nothing that you want out of it, because that’s how it should be.”  He then sighed. “Don’t call your mother a whore. She’s just, she’s your mother. You don’t say words like that until you’re much older. Right now, we just all pretend there’s no problems ever and that things don’t suck now.” He then pressed a kiss to Daphne’s forehead and looked at Florence. “Never try to think you control me. It will never work that way.” 

“I don’t control what you do -- no-one does, you’re a D-I-C-K all by yourself. What I do control however, is what goes on around my children, who sees them, and what they hear, so no, you don’t talk like that around them. They’re children, and I do not want them brought into our arguments.” Florence just wanted her girls to be happy, and she didn’t care about anything else. She didn’t care what Amycus thought, or what anyone thought in fact -- as long as those girls had smiles on their faces. “What, her knowing the truth shouldn’t be something I want? I’m leaving it up to her, Amycus. I’ll tell her when she’s old enough and leave it up to her do that she can do what she wants -- I’m not planning to get anything out of it.” The man in front of her was annoying her now, and she wanted nothing more than to take her child back into her arms and slam the door in his face, but she knew how heartbroken he would be if someone tried to keep her from her children. and despite the fact that he was being incredibly horrible right now, she knew that he loved the girls, and was probably hurting that he didn’t get to see them as often as he used to. She just watched as Amycus told Daphne not to call her a whore, and she opened the door a little more, gesturing for him to come inside; it was about time for Astoria’s feeding. “You don’t control me either, Amycus. You never have.”

“I believe you dropped this?” He asked with a shrug, his palm facing upward to reveal a gold coin.

“Oh!” Florence was surprised that he had come over to her to hand back the coin -- most people would have just taken it. “Thanks, Frank. I didn’t even realise.”

“Actually you are. You said you wouldn’t keep them from me, but I guess you’re a liar. But that’s not really changed, now has it?”  He then rolled his eyes. “What are you going to do, who are you going to have, when she grows up and realizes that her mother is nothing but a manipulative whore? At least, I don’t pretend to be something I’m not. But continued to pretend you’re innocent in front of her. One day, she’ll see you for what you are too, because her pathetic actual father won’t ever choose you either. Basically, no one will ever choose you because you don’t know how to relate to anyone. You think you can control your child, by taking the only father she gives a damn about away from her and you think you can control her by keeping her from me. Mark my words, you keep Astoria from me, Bellatrix will be the least of your worries. But go ahead and try to pretend that you’re the only parent that matters to her.” 

Before she was able to reply to Amycus, the fury in her eyes grew when her daughter tugged on her hand and made her look back down at her. “Mummy... whore?” She spoke, and Florence’s mouth nearly fell open, before she looked back up at Amycus with a stern look. “Nice, Am. Thank you so much.” She spat her words at him before crouching down so that she could swing her baby up into her arms, and hold her close to her chest. “You need to tell Daddy off, because that’s a bad word.” She told her making the little girl look over at the man she thought of as her father, and shook her head vigorously. “Mummy, whore?” She repeated again, this time her eyes on Amycus’ as she tried to get an explanation of this new word that she seemed to have latched onto. “I will never keep you from them Amycus, but what in the world makes you think I want you around the kids when you’re going to act like this? When you speak like that in front of them, about me?” She shifted Daphne in her arms who was reaching out for her dad, still repeating that sentence over and over again, offering her out to him. “I know I’m not their only parent, but I’m their only constant one. This has nothing to do with Rodolphus -- I don’t want him, or love him like I loved you. He’s not her father, and will never be known as her father until I think that she’s old enough to know that fact. So right now, if you think you can keep your tongue in check and stop acting like the a-r-s-e you are, parent your daughter who’s now currently calling her mother a whore.” 

He rolled his eyes again, and looked at Daphne. “I meant both of them.” 

"How can you call her your daughter after doing that to her? ”