Arcana (rhiannon) wrote in mashup_drabbles, |
The laughter was unexpected and made Rhiannon feel like she'd missed the punchline to a joke. His laughter was uproarious but short-lived and he quickly got the conversation back on track. "You're my daughter, my heir." Bingo. There was the punchline.
Honestly? Rhia wanted to laugh because she knew this was coming. She didn't but she wanted to. She knew, as soon as he'd mentioned her mother, that this man was her father.
Chest tightening and nostrils flaring - with anger? To keep any and all tears threatening to spring forth from her eyes at bay? Even she wasn't entirely sure. There was just so many emotions that it was difficult to discern one from the next.
Rhiannon took in a breath and exhaled. Remembering to breathe was a good thing. "Why now? Why tell me this now - or at all even?" she clarified, voice tight. She hadn't pondered on who her father might be in years. Not since she was a teenager, at least. She could've gone the rest of her life without knowing and she would've been just fine. "Are you feeling guilty all of a sudden?" the redhead surmised. "Because you shouldn't. I'm fine." Liar.