@convxction ❤︎’d
“Father...” The world trails from her lips, soft as she utters it. She’s struggling to meet his gaze as she speaks. He has only known of her identify for a single night, and as the title leaves her lips she realizes, not for the first time, that the man that stands before her isn’t really her father. He has his own daughter after all, his own Lucina who is merely an infant, much younger than she was at this point in her past. She had been only enough to miss him when he had returned to the battlefield, this version of her isn’t yet.
The man that stands before her looks so much like the one she remembers. A bit younger yes, and less battle warn, but the same smile, the same voice. It makes her want to run into his arms and cling to him as if she were a little girl again, but she keeps her composure- unlike last night. “Is it alright if I call you that, or would you prefer Chrom? I understand I’m not truly your daughter after all.”
