Dining Out (Mari, Open)

[Reginald Edmund Sinclaire]

Reginald sauntered into Golden Cuisne was the aire of someone who didn't have a care in the world. He had reciently fed so there was no chance of him eating a patron or his waitress on accident. His blue eyes surveyed the scene and he waited while a waitress handed him a menu, "My daughter will be joining me shortly." he said in that upper crust acccent of his. Years of acting lessons had given him a polished aire and he never let his guard down in public.

Now if he could just get his daughter to come back home. She'd been avoiding him and making excuses and while her grades were exemplary he still felt she would be safest with him where he could keep an eye on her. And have his own physicians treat her when needed. He surveyed the menu and ordered for the two of them before passing the menu back and waiting quietly.

He checked his cell phone. Marina had stated she was five minutes out and would be arriving shortly. For once he didn't have to badger her into coming. He saw her slip in and he rose as manners dictated.

"You're late, darling but I'll overlook it this time since you did show up.' He could carry the conversation for the two of them if need be and he smiled at her, "I took the liberty of ordering for you. I didn't want you to have to feel rushed." he said simply out loud. She wore a long tunic and long sleeves over black pants. They were of the highest quality, "I am glad to see you dressing to reflect your station in life, my dear. It makes me happy to see you wearing nice things." he said as he helped her to her seat and pushed in her chair. He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.

She was the only being he could safely come into contact with for extended periods of time without suffering from it. It was why he guarded her so jealously. Others had wondered why he hadn't gotten rid of her yet but she was one of the few beings that loved him. After he had killed her mother he felt he owed it to her to keep her safe. She was the only child of his to still be alive and it shocked him. The weakest of them and she had thrived while his sons which had come years before her birth had all died due to greed.


And this gentle girl child had survived. It amused him and enraged him. He'd railed about it in his moods and she'd done her best to soothe him. He just knew he could not achieve the things he wanted unless she was safe. Was it weird? Yes. He admitted it. He needed her with him because she wouldn't just fall in line. She could stand up to him.

It was twisted.

"I want you to come home, Marina. I'm willing to cover your schooling and your expenses if you just come home." he said softly as tea was brought for the two of them. He sat up straight and unfolded his napkin. His daughter did the same and he waited to see what she said before he continued, "I need your help, darling. I can't keep living the way I am. I need you to be my moral compass. You know you're the only one who knows my flaws enough to help me."

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

Mari arrived at dinner and saw her father rise when she approached, 'Sorry, Daddy. I got here as soon as I could.'[/color] she mentally murmured and she settled as she looked at him and he approached behind her to hold out her chair, sitting down she felt him kiss her cheek and felt his power wash over her briefly and do nothing. Then it was gone as he seated himself across from her.

She nodded quietly when he spoke of ordering for her, she didn't like it but she wouldn't question him in such a public place as this. She knew better. "I know you want me to wear nice things, Daddy but I really hate using your money for such frivolous things. I don't feel comfortable being pampered that way." she said softly as she bit her lip and he waved her off with a dismissive gesture. She sighed and listened as he thought of how to voice his plans. She could sense his irritation and a bit of confusion rolling off him but this was normal for him. He never could wrap his mind around it no matter how many different ways she explained it.

It didn't really matter. She felt him touch her cheek when she started wool gathering and her own energies flared back in response. Being an incubus had to be the worst thing in the world. To be able to feel things so intensely and yet know that practically everyone you touched died.

It was a wonder they didn't all go mad. People always assumed the worst about her dad. They thought he was a pervert and he had to be doing obscene things to her but the reality was that he could get laid anywhere and it didn't mean anything. He'd never touched her sexually. He'd never even let her sense if he felt that way.

It made her head hurt to think of it. He'd literally killed anyone that had hurt her. She'd had her share of abuse and yes it was traumatic but dad had taken care of it, when he wasn't the one abusing her. And therein laid her guilt. People should face the full extent of the law regardless of what they did. But how could you not feel a little relieved knowing that people that had hurt you in ways you couldn't even talk about were dead? How could you not feel some relief knowing they would never hurt you again?

She hated the part of her that was glad they were dead. She knew she should be better than that. She should forgive them. But now she'd never work it out because it was all swept under the rug and she had to pretend nothing had happened. She hated that too. People always wondered why she didn't see herself as worthwhile but how could you when you knew people died and no one would ever believe you? Demons didn't exist in the real world and saying they did would get you committed.

Her dad felt her sadness and mentally reached out to her. This made her feel worse because she knew deep down better than anyone that in his mind he had done the right thing. He had protected her. He had solved the problem the police were too incompetent to.

Then he said he wanted her to come home and she bowed her head and shook it, "Daddy...." her voice started to crack and she stopped to catch her breath. He opened the lines of telepathic communication and she tried to articulate her feelings.

She didn't feel good enough. She never would. He'd protected her, given her everything. Took care of her and punished those who had hurt her and all she had done was thumb her nose up at his ways and his offerings. It was the only way he knew how to show he cared. She suspected that the reasons he'd hit her was because he was so mad he was afraid he would lose control of his power and drain her and as long as there was a kinetic outlet he wouldn't kill her.

Oh yes she knew more than any supernatural therapist ever would about her dad. She bit her lip and when he questioned further she let him see she'd not been sleeping well and was too tired to even think of moving. She took up her tea and sugared it. He patted her hand and she smiled wanly at him.

[Reginald Edmund Sinclaire]

Reginald reached over and stroked his daughter's cheek. Her eyes looked onto his and her shoulders sagged, she was starting to see the logic that he had. "I just want to protect you, darling. You know the world is a dangerous place and you can't just be friends with anyone. That wherewolf for instance was just lying to you. You know he wasn't going to be able to control himself in the long term. It was a good thing for him to leave you."

Her lip trembled and her eyes welled up with tears. She was still very raw from the break up, 'Shhh, Sweetheart its alright. I understand. You know I'm the only one who will ever understand. You can't expect others to understand about you. Humans will be afraid of you, witches will be jealous, vampires will see you as fancy food, demons will try to seduce you, and wherewolves will leave you if you're lucky. That's not even saying what some of the hybrids are like. And they will never truly love you.[/color]

She began to curl into herself. Her shoulders slumped and her head was ducked as she tried to find words. He nearly had her where he wanted her, 'I have protected and clothed you, fed you and taught you. I've never said you couldn't study or learn. I just want you to be a highly intelligent woman."[/i] He let his hand fall down to her shoulder and he squeezed it softly before letting his hand drop. He cupped her chin and leaned forward to kiss her forehead. His energy sliding over her and dissipating. He relaxed softly and waited quietly to see what her thoughts were.

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

Marina curled into herself a bit as her father spoke, the food came and she felt him mentally ease off so she could eat. She ate delicately and worked on feeding herself as she listened to him and he conversed with her on the mental plane, 'Daddy, I love you. I appreciate everything you've done for me. I truly do but I want to be strong for you. I want you to be proud of me. I don't want to be a bother."

Then he said she would never be accepted and she put her fork down, "I don't want to be alone. I couldn't bear it." she murmured mentally to him her head bowed and her tone soft as she tried to calm the pain in her heart. He kissed her forehead gently and she felt the wide range of his emotions. Relaxation that she was not fighting him, the desire to remove the pain she felt and above all a fierce protectiveness.

She felt her resolve waver, "Its not easy to just quit a lease and pack it takes time. I'd need to hire movers and then pay off the lease..." she shivered mentally and felt his form enfold her. She supposed some would find his true form on the mindplane terrifying but it was something she had grown up with. She picked up her fork and began to eat once more. Her motions were on autopilot in times like this and their tones were so hushed she doubted anyone noticed over their own meals. If you didn't know her you'd think she'd had a minor spasm.

[Reginald Edmund Sinclaire]

Reginald felt his daughter's pain and felt a deep weight in his heart, he knew he was the cause of it but he also felt it was for her own good. She needed to be safe from those who would hurt her. College was a rough place for a young woman who didn't have a lot of experience with the world. The fact was that she was fragile and he knew it. He would have to tread carefully with her. "Don't worry about the lease, darling. I have taken care of it all. he rose and took her hand gently in his own, "I took the liberty of removing the things that were there. I had hoped you would visit me before trying to put your key in the lock." he smiled and tried to lead her out of the restaurant. Her body began to tremble and he shushed her. "Decorum, darling above all else." he said with a quiet steely voice, 'You are in danger with that vampire having run into you by the university. I cannot permit you to live on your own until we know what his intentions are."[/i]

He steered her away from the door and she followed, his pace was slow to allow her to keep up him. She didn't fight him and he wrapped his hand over her own, his grip tight but not violently so. Just enough to let her know he was not going to be swayed. He guided her to the car and she shivered.

'Shhh, Darling. It will be alright. Haven't I always protected you? I will always look after you. After all I killed that pesky wherewolf Philip for trifling with you. You should be happy. His head graces my trophy room I'll show it to you later---" He felt her faint and grabbed her. Carrying her gently he sighed, 'So fragile.'[/color] he muttered to himself as he gently placed her into the car. Careful to make sure she was secure and that there was no way for her to escape when she came to. He closed the door behind him and the driver drove off as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

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