This is the one he never has to be careful with.
No fear of what she'll become. No flinching at a resemblance. No bracing for the day she needs saving from something he can't stop. Just his daughter, always in reach, always allowed close.
With her, holding on has never once looked like a cage.
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Every fic I write him in makes him hold something back. This is what he looks like when he doesn't have to.
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