I’ve never been a fearful person. When I was growing up, I wanted to be an actress, a writer, and a musician and I never really processed that those are the three hardest jobs - I just never even processed it.
you know he has his coat slung over one shoulder? what if he does that when he has Persephone with him? maybe he takes her to Paris with him whilst he does this promo interview for his music, because she’s off school for Easter, and they take the train with Lou and Harry Lambert and rather than sitting with him the entire journey, she stays snuggled in Lou’s side. and when they arrive at the station, he can see fans crowding and surrounding the exit and he gets a little worried for his little girl who would be staring out the window.
when the’d dismount the train, Harry Lambert would take Harry’s bag (holding Persephone’s outfits as well as his own for the week), as well as his own bag so that Harry could tuck his daughter into his side and cover her with his coat.
“why m’I goin’ under here, daddy?” she’d lisp, poking her head out from beneath the coat covering her, “s’hot under here.”
“I know, baby, I know. But, there are lots of people out here with cameras and I don’t need your pretty face going all over the internet, okay?” he’d explain, “can you stay under her for me until I get you in the car, yeah?”
“mm-hm,” she’d hum, wrapping her arms around his waist as the four of them made their way out of the stations exit, and into the crowd of people who were waiting to see him. her arms tightly gripping around him and tightly fisting at his t-shirt as she tried not to trip or fall behind, “daddy?”
“s’alright, sweetheart. we’re okay. nearly at the car,” he’d promise her, tucking the coat further up his shoulder to keep her face hidden and to make sure it didn’t get caught and tear from his body, “Lou’s waitin’ for you to help you in there, okay? nearly there, baby. i promise.” xx