Everything that dies some day comes back

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Sunday, 21 September
The Dormouse

Now our luck may have died and out love may
Be cold but with you forever I'll stay
We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold
So put on your stockings cos the night's getting' cold
And maybe everything dies
That's a fact but maybe everything that dies
Some day comes back

Something curious happened. Not the disruption to the world from the breach into Dream; that, while unusual, is hardly an unknown event, and the resulting chaos was mundane. No, I mean something more interesting, and pertaining to my daughter. Wanda's hapless dream of Kent - her abiding devotion to a phantom would be touching if I did not find it pitiable - meant a little aspect of myself turned from conjured flesh into real man, like Eve born from Adam's bone. But my daughter unstitched him from the fabric of dream... And gave him a soul. Not much of one, true, but he is no longer a mere flesh doll that walks and talks. There is some spark inside him that means he is nothing of me any more. How very curious.

It is easy enough for me to shrug on a new version of him, of course. The idea of Wanda having to deal with the two of us at once is vaguely amusing to me. And I want to see my daughter. So I cross through the town and knock gently on her door.

[Open to Wanda's household]

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Placations. Mere placations and a veiled threat. I feel my teeth grate together as she kisses me. I want to snap at her, and a part of me wants to wrap my hands around that pale throat and snap her neck; but I do neither of those things. I keep my tongue and temper in check. No good will come of my anger today.

"Thanks for the tea," And just like that, she is gone. No goodbye for the child she proclaims she is so proud of.

"She may be your child, but actions speak louder than words." I murmur to the empty space Tammy just occupied. She already knows how I feel for her, and what her sire feels... or more to say; what he doesn't feel. He can be proud and coo over her, but I will be the one there as she grows. I will be the one there.

Take one more moment to get my emotions back under control, then head out to the backyard where Kent is entertaining Rose. She's be disappointed that her Daddy left, I cannot control the things he does to hurt her.

But I can be there to wipe away the tears and remind her that I am still here and I love her, and I always will. Cross to her and Kent, singing softly; for my singing always makes my darling smile.

Careful the things you say
Children will listen
Careful the things you do
Children will see and learn
Children may not obey, but children will listen
Children will look to you for which way to turn
To learn what to be...