#We are the children of the great empire [Virgilia]

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Also having belated Father's Day thoughts with Coroiolanus' daughter calling him "papa" and he just melts. She's one of only two people he shows his full self to, no masks and nothing hidden.

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@d2sejanus--plinth I'M GONNA CRY

Victoria Pedretti as DANI CLAYTON | THE HAUNTING OF BLY MANOR

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Here I am thinking about Coriolanus' daughter growing up, of her being one of only two people he fully trusts and loves completely, of him saying "that's my girl" with sincerity.

Also thinking of her coming to despise him, of coming to know the truth of all that he's done, of getting up the courage to slap him hard across the face and telling him she renounces the name of Snow.

But even as she leaves the Capitol, never to return, he still says with a twisted sense of pride "that's my girl".

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Been thinking about Coriolanus preparing his daughter for when she takes over as President and calling her into his office. He unlocks a hidden drawer in a cabinet that holds his supply of poison vials. He tells her that he's passing them on to her.

And that she should destroy every last one. Because she won't need to use them like he had to.

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[Because I am in a mood now. Victoria Pedretti is my FC for Coriolanus' daughter, Virgilia. Behold her perfection!]

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It was a rainy mid-morning and the sound of raindrops against the hallway windows was entrancing as she walked. There wasn't much to be done, especially for her, and so Virgilia had decided to spend some time in the library. It was one of the more cozy rooms of the mansion and although it was still grandiose it had a charming view of the grounds and dark paneled walls that were incredibly inviting on such a day.

Upon sliding the heavy doors open she spotted Sejanus sitting in one of the plush chairs in the corner, looking very engrossed in the book he had propped up on his leg. She closed the doors behind her quietly and curled her lips inward to temper a smile; she knew time alone -- quiet time alone at that -- was a rarity in their household so she slipped along the periphery of the room to cause as little distraction as possible.

Yet it was something she couldn't help and so as she passed by him on her way to one of the bookcases she leaned down to hug him softly, resting her head against his. "Good morning, dad."

Dad. Dad.

Virgilia didn't want to let go, suddenly aware of what she had just called him. She was stuck in place with her heart skipping a beat, her face no doubt starting to turn red.

It was bound to be an idle morning, the drizzle outside persisted, fine drops falling against the windows, Coriolanus was holed up in the office for the time being, and while now and again he would have no issue popping there to bother him, he decided against that, for now, at least. He settled into the library instead, slanting back in the large, plush armchair, having opted to read something a bit more challenging, more thought-provoking, a book on philosophy. It was rare that he indulged in a time like this, where he could allow his mind to focus on a singular thing, and not run in a thousand directions as it usually did. There was not much respite for them, for him, and that was fine, because he had chosen this life. It was self-serving and a bit of spoiling for himself, he was debating whether to visit the kitchen to grab some biscuits for his tea, when Virgilia walked in.

It was impossibile to miss the sound the weighted doors made when they opened, and a quick glance made him soften in an instant, his gaze gleaming with fondness. He returned to his book right away, however, because he knew Virgilia was going to come to him. It was sweet that she seemed keen on making as little noise as possible, that she was so considerate as to allow him to continue his lecture; he was about to look up and beckon her over when she caught up to him and leant down for an embrace — his lips curled up tenderly, his hands abandoning the book propped on his leg so that his arms could curl around her frame, he about melted when she laid her head gently against his.

He was stunned when she spoke. His body took the impact of the words said and his arms immediately tightened around Virgilia, he felt his eyes sting, a knot, or maybe his heart, lodged in his throat traitorously, he took in a sharp breath, gulped for air. Virgilia didn't move, Sejanus decided to sit up, the book having clattered on the floor as he moved, but no matter — they were standing, and he hugged Virgilia so tight, his head tilted to kiss at her hair, almost reverently, his kiss brimming with gratefulness.

Dad. Dad. She was his daughter, she had always been; ever since he saw that cherubic little face and her father's eyes on her sweet face, Sejanus couldn't help but think of her as his, his baby, too. But for her to think of him as her dad? It was more than he could ever ask for.

"Good morning, sweetheart," he replied eventually, sounding a bit wobbly. There was a bit of a tremulous chuckle before he pulled back a bit and took her hands, "Sit. Sit with me." There was enough space on the plush armchair, and they sat, and Sejanus looked at her, in awe. She was becoming a young woman, and he was bursting at the seams with pride for her, with love.

"You called me dad," he couldn't help but point it out, but would change the topic if Virgilia decided it was too much to talk about it in the open like this; she was blushing, and it was cute. He leaned in, forehead against Virgilia's forehead, so fondly. His hand held her hand, and the other slid up to cup her warm cheek.

"You know how I love you, don't you?" His heart beat fast against his ribcage, he couldn't deny that he'd dreamt about this, fantasized about it longingly, but it was simply a wish, it was only ever a wish, never something he expected of Virgilia. "So much," he finished off, tears clinging to his eyelashes, one or two falling down his face.

He leant back a bit, but still stood so close, and now held both of Virgilia's hands, on her lap. "Thank you. It means so much to me, baby. You've always been my daughter, and you'll always be my daughter, you know?"