OH MY DARLING | PRIVATE, CLEM

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    Pierce had decided to stay home with Clementine today. He had things to do, but really, they could wait a day, couldn’t they? A little girl couldn’t grow up without her father, especislly since the other one... wasn’t exactly there. He was allowed to take a day with his family every once in a while. So, he had. He had slept in, and then fed himself and his kids, and let Anyigone run off to do whatever he did during the day, warning him to be extra careful after what had happened and not stray too far from camp alone, and now Pierce and Clem were alone. They’d just sat around for a bit, relaxing, but Pierce was quick to get antsy after being still for so long - after all his time working for the clan, he’d gotten used to moving around a lot. So, he’d grabbed one of his sketchbooks and settled down, but it wasn’t long before Clementine, too, grew bored. Already engrossed in his art, Pierce wouldn’t notice her little form as she moved toward him, assuming she was content to play with some of the toys and crafts he had given her.


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    ——- Talk about Antsy, it was all Clementine ever did, being inside, when her father wasn't around doing his daily duties, and then, when he had decided to take the day off and spend them with her? She was still stuck inside! At first it wasn't so bad, having breakfast and talking with him for a while, but he just as quickly went off to go sketch, which left her as she always was. Alone, bored, poking at the same toys she had for the past several months with no real interest in them anymore. The wooden blocks had been stacked and crashed over and over, the puzzle books drawn in, erased, and drawn in again so many times there was a permanent line etched into the page where the solution was. Could she have asked for more? Well, yes, it was likely, but... she wanted to be outside. Toys didn't matter if she was still stuck staring at the same walls, if the repetition was all the same. Besides, when she tried to go out on her own, even to the center of camp, she knew she worried Pierce, she could feel it radiating off of him whenever he finally caught up to her; the quickness in his gaze as it swept over her, checking for any bump, bruise, or scratch. The smothering affection- of which, in reality, she truly didn't mind- and the eldest brother of hers whom she had no idea felt envious of her shackled life.


    After a while, she sighed heavily and rolled onto her side, her bright green bow smushed as she laid her head on the floor, her gaze dwindling towards Pierce who was too engrossed in his own task to notice her. For a while, as she sat there, she had half a mind to get up and sneak out the front door since he was so intensely focused on something else, but the thought was fleeting, thought out of frustration as she lay tapping her paw on the ground. "Daddy?" she'd speak up, sitting back up as she looked towards him, but a frown etched her face at his lack of answer. He wasn't listening either! "Daaaddy," she tried again, this time rising to her paws as she began to sluggishly make her way over, reaching out a paw to place on the top of his head. "Daddy!" she repeated, this time a little more sharply in the hopes of getting his attention, a little more desperate for the lack of his response. "Can we go outside and do something, pleasee? I'm really, really, really bored."

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    How much guiltier Pierce would feel if he knew how Clementine truly felt. Of course, he felt bad about how controlling he was already, but she was just a little girl- weren’t all fathers protective of their children? Everytime the little bow-wearing girl wandered off, he couldn’t help but remember the three little bodies he had put into the ground the very day she was born, his hysterical screams at Chesspieces to revive his little girl before she became another scrap of fur he’d have to cover with dirt. Her lungs- they were still so weak, so fragile, and perhaps she couldn’t yet understand it, but someday, she would. Maybe, just maybe, she’d be thankful he’d kept her safe, but if that was ever not the case, that was okay, too. As long as he had her with him, everything was okay. No matter how upset or how happy she was, everything would be okay as long as she was safe


    The tranquil serval had been working on a drawing of Clem’s other father, despite his constant reminders to himself to not think of the other wildcat. Thought of Everett always made Pierce so sad, but he was so handsome, an dmaybe, if Pierc emanaged to make a good enough picture, he’d be able to show Clementine how wonderful her Papa really was. Every time, though, something came out wrong, if only slightly; his smile was not quite bright enough, his nose too big, his eyes too small... the vice-leader feared he’d never be able to capture his ex-boyfriend’s majesty, but that didn’t stop him from trying. And try he did- at least, until a small paw was placed atop his head. Pierce glanced up to Clementine as she addressed him, quickly snapping his sketchbook shut and shifting to focus more closely on his daughter. He chose not to sit up for now, so as to stay on the same eye-level as her. “Bored?” he echoed, his gaze flicking over to her blocks, and puzzles, and coloring books. Of course she was. That was all he’d ever given her to play with. “I see,” he would continue, a smile finding its way to his lips as he reached over to straighten the tiny serval’s lovely green bow. “You know, there’s this one place I’ve been meaning to show you for a while now.” His little girl was a bright child, one that always seemed to like to learn, and books- well, he’d been reading to her ever since she was tiny, and had an affinity for them himself. “It’s a bit of a journey, though, honey. You sure you’re up for it?” he added, although he already knew what her answer would be.


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