Although the mask that was her father remained whole, small cracks started to take place, slowly damaging and corrupting. He had seen a glistering in her eyes, speaking volumes about what she was thinking. His daughter had lost a bit of her innocence, experiencing the corruption of the world.  He wanted to grasp her, hold her in his arms and tell her that not every where it was like that. He wanted to hold her in order to mend those fractures, needed it. He didn’t, knowing full well that his daughters would eventually leave the house, go their separate way. He would need to adjust, go with these new developments and try to steer his daughters in this. As he made up his mind he did not realise that later that night he would cross a border that wasn’t meant to be crossed. He calmly walked out of his bedroom, giving one final glance at the door that lead into his bathroom, knowing his daughter was there, feeling uncomfortable.<br/><br/>Love and security hit him hard as he stepped outside of the room, hearing his younger daughter play the violin like a woman fixated on only one thing, bright blue eyes taking in nothing of the world besides the pages on her bed. Lance stood in her doorway for a small time, watching her form and eventually moving towards her, softly placing a hand on her shoulder, gently caressing the skin as he lowered himself to her height. “Simply horrible.” He mused, flashing her a grin that spoke otherwise, letting her know that he was proud of her. He grasped the sheets of paper, slowly tugging it from her hands and taking a better look at them, inspecting the difficulty level and playing the song in his mind, feeling and hearing the notes being struck. “Difficult piece.” He said calmly as he stood up, handing her back the sheets and kissing her lovingly on the forehead, letting her glow from his affection. “I’d love to hear it when you think you are ready.” He then rubbed her shoulder once and left the room, making his way downstairs and hearing the piano being struck.<br/><br/>He made his way over to the piano, glancing at the copper haired creature before him, almost mistaking it for a younger version of his wife, watching those digits move left and right, flashing over the white panels and producing a sound that simply struck your soul, over and over again. He calmly leaned over her, eyes glancing at the positioning of her fingers, searching for the position of the notes and picking up where she currently was. He then placed his fingers on the keys and for a few seconds played along with her, doing his best to keep up with her. His wife had been the talented musician, yet she had tried her hardest to ‘educate’ him, force some culture in his heart. He hadn’t the dexterity or the slenderness required to pull of such a piece, yet he could at least keep it up for a few seconds, if not a minute. So there he was, playing with his child, nose picking up her scent and reminding him once more just how much she reminded him of his wife.<br/><br/>He removed the fingers from the keys and instead massaging her neck somewhat, detriment not to ruin the song any further, simply enjoying the free show she was giving him. When she was done he simply picked her up easily, his taller and stronger frame lifting her weight with ease. He sat down on the sofa and let her sit on his lap, pinching her sides and easing a bit of a giggle out of her. “Now… besides becoming the next Mozart or Beethoven, did you finish all your assignments? If you are the same with studies as your mother, which I hope not, you probably rushed through it just so you could play sooner.” He grinned at the expression her face made then, laughing gently and causing her frame to shake with his laughter, grinding against his lap.