A little help from Daddy (Deirdre, Peter)
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darker_londonDeirdre hadn't been particularly close to Jax, but Spectre was so much a part of her soul that Deirdre did feel Jax's abscence despite that. And the fact that it was Jax's birthday did nothing to boost Deirdre's mood. In fact, nothing much had for the past few days beyond the theatre, because that always boosted her mood. Her little sister Erin had been particularly annoying, Deirdre missed Quinn, little Moira was eating up all of Caitlin's time and to top things off, Deirdre's horrific grandmother Aingeal was visiting. Aingeal was not pleasant to be around and she had insulted Deirdre on several occasions the previous day. And while Caitlin, Finian and Dylan generally served as a buffer, they had been preoccupied. That had left Deirdre to be double-teamed by Aingeal and Erin. It hadn't ended well.
Today was not the day to go running to Spectre in order to make herself feel better. And Deirdre couldn't turn to Flynn anymore because he had more than enough to deal with himself. Renee and Kait were ever wonderful, but they were too close and Renee's righteous ingidnation wasn't what Deirdre was looking for at that particular moment in time. Thomas would be with Spectre. David was working at the theatre. Pierre was busy with Matthew. Evey was working... So many people were busy, but the one option left was the person Deirdre generally ended up turning to in the end anyway. He was always there. He had a family and a job and apparently some sort of calling or something but he always made himself available. So Deirdre let herself into Peter Kemp's house without knocking as she always did, and she went to find him, sitting on the back landing, scribbling away in a notebook. Deirdre said nothing, though she knew he could be able to feel her demonic presence. By now, it would be a comfort instead of anything else. Instead of a greeting, Deirdre simply pulled up a deck chair and she leaned her head against his shoulder.
Peter shut his notebook immediatley, relegating it to the ground so his attention was entirely on Deirdre. He turned his head to he side so he could kiss her forehead. He didn't say a word either. With Deirdre, Peter knew it was usually best to let her start. And he could tell the difference between when she wanted to speak and when she needed him to say something. So he waited, patiently, just doing all he could to let her know he was there.
"I'm not disgusting am I?" Deirdre finally asked, her voice so small, completely going against the strong presence Peter knew her to be.
"Deirdre...you are the farthest thing from disgusting. Who in the world implied that you were?" Peter's brow had furrowed, and his calm demeanor was quite hiding the tempest he felt inside for whomever had insulted his Deirdre.
"Grandmother Pestilence." Deirdre said flatly. "Oh, and my stupid little sister. She needs a name too, but Dylan's been too busy with Lydia to come up with one. I think that's on purpose to keep away from Grandma and Erin though. Augh."
Peter let out a breath, and he purposefully stayed away from the topic of Lydia. She was still not speaking to him an dit hurt. But this was about Deirdre. "And why did they say such a thing?"
Deirdre looked down at her hands. "Apparently I'm a bad role model for teenage girls." Deirdre practically whispered. "Because I'm not the least bit quiet about my relationship with Renee and Kait. And I know that they both consider polyamory to be morally wrong. But see, that topic got old, so they upped the ante." Deirdre leaned up off of Peter's shoulder and she buried her face in her hands. "I never even thought about the fact that I'm a role model for teenage girls!! I mean...the main demograpic of Spectre's music isn't teenagers and especially not girls. Not really. But then I think of people like Ellie and Merry and...and Juliet." Deirdre sniffed, thinking of poor, dead Juliet. "Uhm...and I realise I am influencing people. Me. The thing I do matter. Because people are going to see them and be influenced by them and that's...terrifying. And see, Spectre is a good role model because he supports people and he shows gay people they don't have to be afraid, and yay gay rights, but I don't think ANYWHERE is going to recognise polyamorous relationships any time soon and that's...scary. It's a whole new level of scary. God..."
When Deirdre finally stopped talking, Peter reached forward to gently take her hands away from her face. "Deirdre, sweetheart, look at me." Deirdre did, of course, because there was nothing quite as soothing as looking into Peter's eyes as he went and worked his magic that alleviated your fears all at once, leaving you feeling all warm inside. Peter took Deirdre's hands into his and he gave them a little squeeze. "Your grandmother and your sister are idiots. And you know I don't often say that about people...in this instance, however, I feel its justified. You...you are exactly the kind of woman I want my little girls...and my not so little ones...looking up to. You're strong and confidant. You believe in yourself. I'm not a teenage girl, despite the comments the Littletons occasionally make and my compulsion for squealing over Dream Theater. But I see the things Lydia has to face... The pressure to look right and think right and be right is...overwhelming. And, as a father, I am relieved that there are women like you who blow that entire mind set right out of the water."
"Really?" Deirdre asked, though she knew Peter wouldn't say it if he didn't mean it. She just wanted him to use more nice words because she liked it.
"Really. Deirdre, even if I didn't know you, I would be proud for my daughters to look up to you any day. You love without apologies and that is exactly how love is meant to be. No one else has the right to judge the fact that you love two women who both love you back equally and fully, and love each other just the same. The relationship you, Renee and Kait have is nothing short of incredible. You should share it because I believe it does people good to see that love works. We see enough of the bad in today's world, I think that's readily obvious. To see someone celebrating the people they love...that's precious. You're one in a million, Deirdre. Don't listen to their bullshit. People like that will never truly know happiness because they'll be too focused on making other people unhappy. Which is sad, but it's not your problem."
Deirdre nodded, but she didn't yet smile. "I'm sad for Spectre."
Peter's smile was sad and he nodded as well. "As am I. I'm glad Thomas is here for him. I would have gone to Rolf and asked for his presence if he wasn't. I think Adrian will need him today."
"Yeah...Peter?"
"Yes, Deirdre."
"Thanks for being brilliant." A smile touched Deirdre's lips then, and she replaced her head on Peter's shoulder.
"Hey, I'll take a compliment any time." Peter leaned back, watching the clouds for a moment as Deirdre relaxed against him. "You know...I'm proud of you. For being such a wonderful role model. For sending a great message out. And...for generally being pretty darn cool."
Deirdre giggled then, and Peter's heart absolutely melted at the sound. "You're just sucking up now because I'm a rock star."
"Oh, hush, Girlie. Or I'll post photos of you in a cucumber mask on the internet."
"Noooo!" Deirdre yelled, laughing. She had spent the night in Peter's house enough times for him to have quite an array of blackmail pictures including one of her spitting out some oatmeal he had tried and failed to make. And unfortunately blackmailing Peter was not easy because Peter tended not to care about unflattering pictures. They just made him laugh. "You're an evil mastermind."
"So everyone seems to think." Peter mused. "Come on, Rock Star. I have some of your hideous orange ice cream in my freezer. I'll let you eat out of the carton with a spoon." He added, though that was only allowed because no one else ate her ice cream. People in Peter's house didn't share germs...
"Ooooh, orange!"
"You're beyond gross." Peter poked her in the side and then he stood, extending a hand so he could help her up. "But I like banana ice cream, so I suppose I'm not one to talk."
"Holy crap." Deirdre said, making a face of disgust as she danced through the door. "You're sick in the head."
Peter walked over to the freezer as he calmly said, "I do not deny your allegations. Catch!" He tossed her the ice cream, which she caught easily. She did indeed feel all warm inside too, even despite the frozen confection between her hands. A father said he would be proud if his kids looked up to her. And sure, that father was practically her father as well, but with Peter, somehow, that never made it mean any less.
Today was not the day to go running to Spectre in order to make herself feel better. And Deirdre couldn't turn to Flynn anymore because he had more than enough to deal with himself. Renee and Kait were ever wonderful, but they were too close and Renee's righteous ingidnation wasn't what Deirdre was looking for at that particular moment in time. Thomas would be with Spectre. David was working at the theatre. Pierre was busy with Matthew. Evey was working... So many people were busy, but the one option left was the person Deirdre generally ended up turning to in the end anyway. He was always there. He had a family and a job and apparently some sort of calling or something but he always made himself available. So Deirdre let herself into Peter Kemp's house without knocking as she always did, and she went to find him, sitting on the back landing, scribbling away in a notebook. Deirdre said nothing, though she knew he could be able to feel her demonic presence. By now, it would be a comfort instead of anything else. Instead of a greeting, Deirdre simply pulled up a deck chair and she leaned her head against his shoulder.
Peter shut his notebook immediatley, relegating it to the ground so his attention was entirely on Deirdre. He turned his head to he side so he could kiss her forehead. He didn't say a word either. With Deirdre, Peter knew it was usually best to let her start. And he could tell the difference between when she wanted to speak and when she needed him to say something. So he waited, patiently, just doing all he could to let her know he was there.
"I'm not disgusting am I?" Deirdre finally asked, her voice so small, completely going against the strong presence Peter knew her to be.
"Deirdre...you are the farthest thing from disgusting. Who in the world implied that you were?" Peter's brow had furrowed, and his calm demeanor was quite hiding the tempest he felt inside for whomever had insulted his Deirdre.
"Grandmother Pestilence." Deirdre said flatly. "Oh, and my stupid little sister. She needs a name too, but Dylan's been too busy with Lydia to come up with one. I think that's on purpose to keep away from Grandma and Erin though. Augh."
Peter let out a breath, and he purposefully stayed away from the topic of Lydia. She was still not speaking to him an dit hurt. But this was about Deirdre. "And why did they say such a thing?"
Deirdre looked down at her hands. "Apparently I'm a bad role model for teenage girls." Deirdre practically whispered. "Because I'm not the least bit quiet about my relationship with Renee and Kait. And I know that they both consider polyamory to be morally wrong. But see, that topic got old, so they upped the ante." Deirdre leaned up off of Peter's shoulder and she buried her face in her hands. "I never even thought about the fact that I'm a role model for teenage girls!! I mean...the main demograpic of Spectre's music isn't teenagers and especially not girls. Not really. But then I think of people like Ellie and Merry and...and Juliet." Deirdre sniffed, thinking of poor, dead Juliet. "Uhm...and I realise I am influencing people. Me. The thing I do matter. Because people are going to see them and be influenced by them and that's...terrifying. And see, Spectre is a good role model because he supports people and he shows gay people they don't have to be afraid, and yay gay rights, but I don't think ANYWHERE is going to recognise polyamorous relationships any time soon and that's...scary. It's a whole new level of scary. God..."
When Deirdre finally stopped talking, Peter reached forward to gently take her hands away from her face. "Deirdre, sweetheart, look at me." Deirdre did, of course, because there was nothing quite as soothing as looking into Peter's eyes as he went and worked his magic that alleviated your fears all at once, leaving you feeling all warm inside. Peter took Deirdre's hands into his and he gave them a little squeeze. "Your grandmother and your sister are idiots. And you know I don't often say that about people...in this instance, however, I feel its justified. You...you are exactly the kind of woman I want my little girls...and my not so little ones...looking up to. You're strong and confidant. You believe in yourself. I'm not a teenage girl, despite the comments the Littletons occasionally make and my compulsion for squealing over Dream Theater. But I see the things Lydia has to face... The pressure to look right and think right and be right is...overwhelming. And, as a father, I am relieved that there are women like you who blow that entire mind set right out of the water."
"Really?" Deirdre asked, though she knew Peter wouldn't say it if he didn't mean it. She just wanted him to use more nice words because she liked it.
"Really. Deirdre, even if I didn't know you, I would be proud for my daughters to look up to you any day. You love without apologies and that is exactly how love is meant to be. No one else has the right to judge the fact that you love two women who both love you back equally and fully, and love each other just the same. The relationship you, Renee and Kait have is nothing short of incredible. You should share it because I believe it does people good to see that love works. We see enough of the bad in today's world, I think that's readily obvious. To see someone celebrating the people they love...that's precious. You're one in a million, Deirdre. Don't listen to their bullshit. People like that will never truly know happiness because they'll be too focused on making other people unhappy. Which is sad, but it's not your problem."
Deirdre nodded, but she didn't yet smile. "I'm sad for Spectre."
Peter's smile was sad and he nodded as well. "As am I. I'm glad Thomas is here for him. I would have gone to Rolf and asked for his presence if he wasn't. I think Adrian will need him today."
"Yeah...Peter?"
"Yes, Deirdre."
"Thanks for being brilliant." A smile touched Deirdre's lips then, and she replaced her head on Peter's shoulder.
"Hey, I'll take a compliment any time." Peter leaned back, watching the clouds for a moment as Deirdre relaxed against him. "You know...I'm proud of you. For being such a wonderful role model. For sending a great message out. And...for generally being pretty darn cool."
Deirdre giggled then, and Peter's heart absolutely melted at the sound. "You're just sucking up now because I'm a rock star."
"Oh, hush, Girlie. Or I'll post photos of you in a cucumber mask on the internet."
"Noooo!" Deirdre yelled, laughing. She had spent the night in Peter's house enough times for him to have quite an array of blackmail pictures including one of her spitting out some oatmeal he had tried and failed to make. And unfortunately blackmailing Peter was not easy because Peter tended not to care about unflattering pictures. They just made him laugh. "You're an evil mastermind."
"So everyone seems to think." Peter mused. "Come on, Rock Star. I have some of your hideous orange ice cream in my freezer. I'll let you eat out of the carton with a spoon." He added, though that was only allowed because no one else ate her ice cream. People in Peter's house didn't share germs...
"Ooooh, orange!"
"You're beyond gross." Peter poked her in the side and then he stood, extending a hand so he could help her up. "But I like banana ice cream, so I suppose I'm not one to talk."
"Holy crap." Deirdre said, making a face of disgust as she danced through the door. "You're sick in the head."
Peter walked over to the freezer as he calmly said, "I do not deny your allegations. Catch!" He tossed her the ice cream, which she caught easily. She did indeed feel all warm inside too, even despite the frozen confection between her hands. A father said he would be proud if his kids looked up to her. And sure, that father was practically her father as well, but with Peter, somehow, that never made it mean any less.
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