[Angel did what she could to keep a grimace from her lips. Instead, she kicked her right foot against her left calf. If she weren't on a call with her father, she might have even swore. The "bandits" were rubbing off on her, after all.]
[Her anger ebbed in the slightest as Jack moved along. His words were dangerously enticing, far too often she had caught herself daydreaming about what it would be like if things were normal. When he talked about reading stories, about what she truly believed to have been a normal childhood, it was easy to fall into that habit]
[And that habit often led her to her more dangerous fantasies: that perhaps her father could be redeemed]
What's its name? [Despite the alarm bells in her head, Angel didn't want to give up the conversation. Though she did what she could to convince herself that she simply didn't want to deal with whatever other topic Jack would switch to, she knew that that internal longing was at play.]
no subject
[Her anger ebbed in the slightest as Jack moved along. His words were dangerously enticing, far too often she had caught herself daydreaming about what it would be like if things were normal. When he talked about reading stories, about what she truly believed to have been a normal childhood, it was easy to fall into that habit]
[And that habit often led her to her more dangerous fantasies: that perhaps her father could be redeemed]
What's its name? [Despite the alarm bells in her head, Angel didn't want to give up the conversation. Though she did what she could to convince herself that she simply didn't want to deal with whatever other topic Jack would switch to, she knew that that internal longing was at play.]