As cool and withdrawn as Margaret is there a pretty significant portion of her that desperately wants to have all his time, all his attention. To be the utter center of his world. Little Maggie was the same way, with him, with The Carpenter's. But there are more things in Harry's world that are more pressing in a way that a forest fire ten miles from the center of town is more pressing than a child waiting to spend time with their parent at home. It's an easy but difficult decision to make.
It just so happened that the world was going to shit when she showed up and Michael was retired and there. Even he was, through no fault of his own, arms length as well. Unwilling to overstep or overshadow Harry. And that was kind of him. But there's this gap and it's so hard to speak up and say: I need this. At least for Margaret.
When he's proud of her, oh boy does it reminder her how desperately she wants his love and approval. Now, with the compliment still fresh, and that tingling feeling crawling over her skin, she loves it, wants more. Later, when things have cooled down it will seem like a moment of weakness. If that assessment is correct or not it depends on your point of view.
"By all means," she catches the keys and moves over to the driver's side. "Though it can get in the way, obscure side vision, so that's something to keep in mind. Looks cool af though." Unlocking the door she wrenches it open and then crawls over to unlock his side. "Fuck the Winter Court," Margaret agrees. "Give the Fae nothing and take nothing from them. Don't worry," she grins at him from over the center console. "I am a fantastic driver."
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Date: 2018-01-17 09:58 pm (UTC)It just so happened that the world was going to shit when she showed up and Michael was retired and there. Even he was, through no fault of his own, arms length as well. Unwilling to overstep or overshadow Harry. And that was kind of him. But there's this gap and it's so hard to speak up and say: I need this. At least for Margaret.
When he's proud of her, oh boy does it reminder her how desperately she wants his love and approval. Now, with the compliment still fresh, and that tingling feeling crawling over her skin, she loves it, wants more. Later, when things have cooled down it will seem like a moment of weakness. If that assessment is correct or not it depends on your point of view.
"By all means," she catches the keys and moves over to the driver's side. "Though it can get in the way, obscure side vision, so that's something to keep in mind. Looks cool af though." Unlocking the door she wrenches it open and then crawls over to unlock his side. "Fuck the Winter Court," Margaret agrees. "Give the Fae nothing and take nothing from them. Don't worry," she grins at him from over the center console. "I am a fantastic driver."