Fate comes a knocking

How long has he been sitting upon the ground? Minutes? Hours? He didn't know nor did he care. It was just a thought---a slight curiosity that rose up inside his mind every time he felt Maeve's tongue against his hand. A part of him was always aware of the canine's presence when her tongue didn't decide to work its way across his skin. She was an anchor that kept itself pressed against him, and kept him from drifting away inside the depth of his mind. He loved that dog. He wouldn't admit it aloud, at least not yet. He wouldn't even admit to having a fondness for a dog. Through, he didn't have to tell her. That was why he loved her. She knew. He reached a hand over--petting her head.


The same question from earlier popped inside his mind. How long had he been sitting here? Was his daughter still in her room? Or had she left already? Some part of him hoped the fact she decided to sleep within her room meant she planned on staying, but he doubted it. Whether it was now or later, Everleigh was going to be gone. Zach's words played within his mind at this moments. His words encouraged him to be patient---a trait that Kyrell had never really had. He had always been demanding. When he told someone to jump. He didn't want them to ask how high. He wanted them to do. He had always been more patient with his children, but his daughter always managed to challenge it--a fact that left his princess and him going around on multiple occasions.


It wasn't unsound advice, or rather the idea behind it wasn't a bad one. It might have been perfect if the situation was different. Oh, sure Kyrell could wait patiently while she worked through her emotions and figured out what she wanted, but she wasn't trying to work through her emotions. She was trying to bury them. He knew because, in spite, not being his biological daughter she was the most like him, and he tended to bury his emotions when he came across news he didn't like, or knew how to deal with. Their methods of doing this was different. He tended to lash out while she drew inwards. 


More than that, he can't let her go without a fight. She was his daughter. He didn't care if genetics say otherwise. She will always be his little girl. He knew why the truth of her heritage hurt her so much. Everleigh had put such pride in being his daughter. It had been a shield she wore to protect herself against harm. There were times Kyrell believed that being his daughter helped her cling to life more than her own will power. She wanted to make him proud, show him that she was strong enough to survive the horrific experiments that her mother--Catalina---forced her to endure. He had to show her that blood wasn't the only thing that made a family. He needed her to see that the love he bore for her haven't faded with this news.


The witch would be lying if he claimed that he hadn't be hurt by this news. Anyone who came to learn that a child they believed had been theirs for years wasn't really theirs would've been upset by that information, but that news didn't erase all the years he had loved her nor did it ease the affection he held for her within his heart. He was certain that there were those that it would. There were fathers out there, whom upon hearing that a child wasn't theirs would walk away. Not Kyrell. There might be nothing he can do about his blood...the thought wouldn't finish. He knew exactly what he was thinking, but every time he thought about it his mind kept bring him to what Ansley had said before she left.


'And you are the man who would rewrite the stars for her. So, tell me exactly what you are going to do about it. Because last time I checked you aren't one to let a twist of fate stop you.' Those words kept playing inside his mind. There had been other things she had said during that time. Words she had uttered that he had ignored, but those words didn't have much to do with the thought it kept interrupting. There was a challenge within those words. She was telling him that if he didn't like it to change it. Change it? Why would he need to change it? It didn't matter to him if she was really his biological daughter, but it mattered to Everleigh.


He couldn't deny that, and there...no, there was something he could do about that. He was fate. If he wanted to rewrite the universe so she was actually his biological daughter he could do that. He would do that. If she found it so important that she shared his blood than he was going to make sure that was exactly what she did. And the only way he could think of doing that was going back into time--to the moment of her conception and ensure that it was his seed that fertilize her mother's egg. He pushed himself from the ground. "Let's go find ourselves a time traveler" He told Maeve as he made his way towards the estate.