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"Good evening Mr. Shelby."
A word of response hadn't needed to come to give the maid a move, only a shadow of a dark clothed man breezing past the tall corridors of the mansion. She hurried out of the way with a nod, returning to her ever the same duties at hand. Tending in the kitchen, laundry, taking the snow-white dog out for a loo all awaited her. First comes the canine, she decided, because Mr. Shelby's daughter loved it more than herself and it felt humanely right to dot over a living thing before laundry.
Just as she would round the corridor did her masters voice reason, "Where is Y/N?"
His darling daughter. The maid fought the ghost of a smile that threatened to appear as she turned head and with a polite nod said, "In her room, sir."
Tommy's head bobbed once to show he heard and then he was fully out of view. First his shoulders disappeared and then the ends of his charcoal coat.
Somehow, a man as dark as himself on a mission to see his little girl did not alarm her. Did not make her feel as though she should be around to act as a shield to the child.
Only burnt toast and talking to the coppers could get her fired.
Along with thinking that he could ever lay a hand on the joy of his world.
His daughter.
The dog barked once. Twice.
Then she too was wholly out of view, her skirts a billowing force behind her.
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"Y/N?"
The light was a dim feature in the room, barely enough to help one get around but enough to help read the room.
Tommy's heart quickened in a way it didn't all day. A way not possible unless linked to his little girl. He swallowed then asked the air again, hoping for a childish answer. "Y/N?"
For one, the room was in utter chaos. Sheets all over the floor, stuffed toys out of the box and near the unlit hearth. The mental catalogue ran true in his brain as he searched for the one living thing, he cared about but came out empty.
He clamped one hand roughly against the sheets on the bed and pulled, revealing only silky emptiness. He grabbed a stuffed teddy bear almost the size of his three-year-old and threw is across the room. He walked over to the toy box lit by the moonlight and roughly opened it, hoping to see his sleeping angel inside but came out empty handed. Tommy slammed the box closed and when wood met wood a sound so loud and heavy reasoned through the room until it was only his shallow breaths that were left.
Alongside a soft gasp of a child.
Tommy spun around, clear, blue eyes as wild as the wind howling outside and felt a weight of a chest so heavy it pulled him down lift above him until there was only clarity of the moment.
There she was.
Underneath the fortress of stuffed teddies and tangled sheets, small eyed and tired. She rubbed at her eyes groggily but when her eyes met with those of her father's, she beamed and stretched out her arms like wings. "Papa." She said, and Tommy's heart melted in the purest way.
It took him two steps to have her in his arms, "Come here, love."
But she shook her head and pushed at his chest, refusing to nestle into his warmth. She pointed one small finger toward her mass of forts in the shelves and on the floor. "Here, here."
Tommy heaved a chuckle, but settled her nevertheless. "Yeah?"
His daughter grabbed his finger in her hand and pulled, "With me."
"I don't think there's enough room."
In answer, she grabbed her stuffed bunny by the ears and threw it as far as she could with her small arms and so little true strength. There was even less space than it was before she did so, but Tommy could only smile as he settled down with her, removing his coat and shoes before gracing the floor and grabbing a big pillow off her bed. He settled it behind her back until she lied comfortably atop it. Then watched her drift to sleep peacefully, at peace because he knew he was there beside her and no one could take her from him.
Then the door creaked open and he switched his weight until he could see who loomed through the crack. The corridor was heavy with cold but it was soon that a small ball of fur as white as snow barreled through the gap and settled beside Tommy's side.
The maid that brought the pup peaked inside, her face warm and impassive. If she was surprised to see him then she didn't show it. "Anything I can do for you Mr. Shelby?"
Tommy grabbed the puppy with one rough hand and settled him beside his daughter, watching as it snuggled beside her and went dead to sleep too. Then he turned to the maid and shook his head as a no, but under the influence of so much warmth and love, his words accompanied his gesture for once. "No thank you. You go get some sleep Millie."
Millie nodded solemnly, and closed the door behind her, grateful to be acknowledged by her boss even if it were for the shortest of seconds. Even if it were because the darkness in him subdued because the light his daughter provided was too strong to be fought against.
She was his castle of safe harbor.
An anchor that kept his wounded soul together.