Danielle Log 4

Log 4

//12/16/2012

 

Today I devoted my entire day to Danielle.

It started off rather rough, about 11:00 AM.

I entered the room and she’d found a way out of her crib and was waiting for me in front of the door.

After I got in and said hello, she tried to waddle over to grab her rabbit, but stumbled and fell.

I comforted her until she stopped crying.

Then she said what I’d been worried about; normally a father would be happy or proud about this:

She managed to put to “dah”s together.

“Dada”.

I swear it was Eris scheming again that prompted this.

I was happy… but I also felt guilty; just because I’m the host doesn’t mean she should play favorites in my book.

Still… the feels were strong enough to start the change.

I should explain; every time I get hit with extreme emotions, good or bad (well, used to; I’ll explain later) I change into The Dark Lord.

I don’t want her seeing that. Not yet.

I had to leave her to Luna (Eris was still in bed; she’s a bit lazy, but if she were more active she might lose them curves. Or would she? Meh, tulpae.) while I managed to leave the room.

However, as Danielle’s bedroom is connected to Eris’s, and that is then connected to the main living space, where I managed to get to before the transformation happened, Danielle managed to get past Luna somehow and start repeating that title she gave me over and over.

Managing to hide the distortion in my mindvoice, I told her I’d explain when she was older and spent some time cooling off before I changed back.

After that I spent some time with Danielle, her just doing her usual thing of latching onto my neck and resting her head on my left shoulder while she just dangles there.

I went for a walk later (it rained a bit after I got a ways out, and she didn’t like sharing that feeling; good thing I had a jacket on just in case) and as I went home I focused on condensing my “DURK N EGGY” powers into a simple mask.

Not a dome like my normal one, just one that would cover my face, and is locked to me.

However, after deciding to wear a jacket, nothing like the one I wore earlier, and keep the mask in a pocket inside.

But Danielle kept trying to get at the mask.

Concerned (My mindchild therefore might be able to access the mask’s power), I decided to make a wall safe with a hand print lock only I can open.

After that she decided to curl up inside the jacket while I was sitting down, her head sticking out at about the neck (a very tight fit since I’m a 270 pound fat fuck) and eventually fell asleep.

After carefully putting her back to sleep, I wound up here, writing this.